Updates and 7 a.m. Alcohol

Dwight has officially left the Hilton Heights Apartment Suite and Rita is due to move in this week at some point.  There is a mysterious van parked in our lot so I'm assuming it's hers....if not I may have someone handing out free candy in the back alley....sketchy I tell you.

Also, mothball, annoyance extraordinaire, is FINALLY done with heat and is getting fixed on Friday. Oh hallelujah.  Yeah so remember the experiment I told you to try to understand how annoying a cat in heat is?  Modification.  Put annoying sound producing object  inside a stuffed animal and have a three year old constantly shove it your face, on your laptop, and never not touching you....THat sounds like a more accurate depiction.





Funny story:  Bright and early last Thursday, I am in the process of eating my "oatmeal"and still slogging through my half-asleep stage as I get ready for 8am. class.  While Enjoying my breakfast, Alfred wanders in and reaches around me to grab a glass from the cupboard. Polite, "morning"s are exchanged as he open the fridge and takes out the orange juice.  Followed by the Jim Beam.  At the ripe hour of approximately 7a.m.  Inside I start giggling.  7:30 a.m. I am heading towards the door as Alfred pours himself another concoction.
 "Rough day ahead?" I ask amusement..
"Nope! It's my day off!"
As I walk out the door I am struggling to contain laughter and  reflecting on how I have had those ideal days off, spening the day in my sweats, maybe showering, eating whatever have you's and zoning on blogs, facebook and books.  Too each their own, and Alfred's is Jim Beam....all day be cause when I was back in the kitchen around 1230 he was pouring another glass.  Sir, I judge you not.


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This New Girl is Getting Another New Girl...And Cats Go Meow

So I found this bit of news out earlier this week but waited for confirmation to share it with all you lovelies:  Dwight is moving out this week and a new sub leaser will be taking over his absence so I introduce to you  Rita !  I was able to meet her briefly the other night when she was taking a tour of our grandiose residence.  I don't believe she will be as entertaining as Sir Dwight but as I discussed in the last post, I'm horrid at predictions.
Aaaaaand story time!
It's often been said that there are two types of people in the world, Dog People, and Cat People.  I'm not sure which categories you glorious little gumdrops fall into but I tend to lean a bit closer to the canines.  Now I do not have a problem with cats.  I tolerate cats quite well-kittens a little more so- and I may even pet your cat.  Few felines have I granted, "I like you!" status. I THINK I can think of one....maybe.
 <<<<no definitely not me

Now my lovely little abode has a cat/kitten.  She is about 5 months old, and I shall call her Mothball, because I can.  Now Mothball usually she falls into the tolerable cat category.  Quiet, not overly friendly-not mean, just not the PETMENOWILOVEYOUANDCAN'TTAKEYOUNOTLOVINGME sort. And she is usually confined to Alfred's room.
Marvelous little Mothball-I'm in the mood for alliterations apparently-has been in heat for the past week.  Now I do not know if this normal for cats in heat but all of a sudden Mothball has become hyper attached to me, my legs,arms, textbooks, or anything else that is on or near my person. No. Just, NO. Not okey.  Cat we are acquaintances, not snuggle buddies.  Last nigth while trying to read and attend to my studies, she was quite insistent on showing affection by trying to nuzzle my hand, computer and plod and prod my textbook...she was thrown off the table many times.  Not viciously, for all those who pictured me whipping her across the room. I simply grabbed her and put her on the floor, like a humane being.  Geez....though throwing was tempting at times, I am, like I said, a humane, human being
Another part of this LOVEMELOVELOVELOVEMEEEE stage Mothball is going through is mewing and mewing and mewing......and mewing a little an ridiculous incessant amount.  My landlord downstairs can hear her.  As an example of how annoying/frustrating this is,pick your choice of the song "Friday," Uncle Bobo's obnoxious laugh, Fred or police sirens and have it sporadically playing for about three hours at 5ish minute intervals with a minute break for about 3-8 hours.  Got it.  Now do this for  a week.  AND YOU CAN'T TURN IT OFF.  I feel this provides an adequate visual.  Added challenge: Do productive work like things.


Perhaps my annoyance is heightened by the fact that I a not of the cat loving variety....
But main point of the story, Free Cat anyone??
brace yourselves 
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Surprises!

Unlike the average bear-or monkey or velociraptor or fairy of what have you-I adore surprises.  Absolutely infatuated with them.  It is a long held dream of mine that I be thrown a surprise party for any occasion. Strange, but the unapologetic truth.  I also seem to be more horrid at predicting things and people then most. I am the worlds best reverse fortune teller.  If I tell you "I think this will happen," It's almost guaranteed to be the opposite. Moral: Never believe what I say.










 
When I first moved into my humble abode, like any respectable young adult in the 21st century technology world, I facebook creeped upon my new living mates.
Lacy was the first one I looked at because hey I figured I would have another female person with me in this testosterone filled apartment!  All her recent pictures showed her and Dwight together, a happy young couple.  She definitely appears to be an active sporty, individual.  Sounds good to me!
Dwight seemed to be the next logical choice in my purposeful facebook trolling.  His page was....interesting.  Activities seemed to be a bit questionable at times but harmless enough.  Still, I thought, "Self, this will definitely be the interesting one of the bunch. I'm not sure how we shall handle this one, but we shall stay strong."
Alfred's profile was my next destination.  Profile picture looks to be of the senior variety.  Definitely a hunter.  Looks like a decent harmless sort, perhaps of the shyer variety.  Fabulous.  It seems I'll have one quiet roommate at least and if any problems arise
  Faaaaaasssssst forward to the third week in this adventure:  Lacy is gone. (Reason-and intro to my living situation and fun, if your new to all of these shenanigans.)  Alfred doesn't seem to be my biggest fan-working on figuring out if this is just me or if my normally wrong hunch is actually right- and has been the core of any difficulties or disruptions   .
Most recent or the difficulties:  Dishes were once again piling up and even though Alfred is currently one handed, I asked his to do dishes.  Yes I realize it's difficult, but it is possible.  I politely asked and was abruptly told "No I am not doing dishes one handed."
"Pleeease????"
"You heard me."
Well then...."Then see if Hilda will help you (his gf)" *Yes I realize that may seem out of line and rude, but she eats here just as often as he does.)
A few days later, the dishes are done! YAYYYY!  And after some thinking I decide to offer a compromise:  I will do dishes until his hand heals if he will vaccuum.
I hear a garbled response and he shuts his door.  A few minutes later, I deciphered it into "Sure, after the dishes are done."
I'm sorry mister snarky pants.  I wan't going to go ahead and do your dishes after asking you to do them.  That would have been counter productive on my part and would have most likely earned me the label of pushover/housemaidy person.  At twenty years old, you need to figure out how to work things out and do things, even if you are one handed.  Rant over.


And Dwight.  In the past week alone, I have had 3 good, interesting conversations with him and his friends, covering everything from our beliefs on the existence of "true love," society and it's flaws, with a hint of governmental views thrown in for good measure. He's one of those sorts that seems to make friends with everyone because he's so laid back. And come deer season we have worked out a trade that for the venison he makes,   I will make "those dank cookies" He has an interesting, slightly wangster vocabulary at times...and we live in a small, midwestern city....I find it hysterical.
Since no one in my immediate family hunts so I am extremely excited about this prospect for fresh venison.  (Sorry not sorry to vegetarians....bacon and other meets have a grand and happy relationship with my tastebuds.)
AND HE HAS DONE DISHES 2 DAYS IN A ROW!! Seriously you have no idea how happy this make me! I clapped and happy danced when I first laid my eyes on the full drying rack and empty sink.  I smile just at the memory....
 
Talk about unexpected happenings and unexpected surprises.  Like I said, I am terrible at predicting things.
It's not all sunshine and rainbows for sure (someone threw away the "Cleaning Guidelines list I had drawn up....that will change nothing boys.  You must still clean the toilet."   but it's a learning experience, and a valuable one.  It's hard to work with people who maybe don't view things the same way you do or have completely different attitudes.  However this is life, and learning how to compromise and cope with these kind of difficulties are an important skill....I'm trying to be a good pupil but dang it's hard. I don't like conflict but I'm definitely seeing that it's important to stick with your guns....just don't fire unnecessary shots!



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Should've known....

Heads Up:  Adulty things happened so therefore this is a post on said themes..  You have been warned so read at your own risk!

And here I was worried that nothing blog-worthy would happen....Sooooo we all recall that I am living with 2 dudes since the girlfriend moved out.  This was a development I was halfway excited/happy about because there are a couple of things I really did not want to deal with.
1)When you break up and I have to deal with that drama
2) The awkward sex and the accompanying noises.

In the lovely adventure that has been living in my apartment, last week I have had the (drunken) fight and break up experience so I should have known the latter was coming...
*Now I just want to clarify that in these incidences, it's not Dwight and Lacy, the original bf/gf, but rather Alfred and his lady, Hilda, who does not officially live with us.*
This particular evening I am engrossed in the usual activities, aka reading one of the many textbooks, posting on class discussion boards and a wee bit of facebook here and there....and Hello Giggles....and eating things because let's be honest here....I love me some foods.
While a midst my searching for an intelligent leadership article when I hear the following... conversation:
"OW!"
"Are you okey?"
"You pulled my shorts down right on my tattoo!"
Oh no, nononono...no?  Ugh just kidding because heeeere come the noises... ah c'mon!
Cue hasty rushing to le youtube and frantically clicking the first video I see (Thank you Jenna Marbles for providing comic relief in my time of crisis)

Now I begin my mental debate: Do I leave? or do I stay here with Peter Hollens serenading me and distracting from the other sounds?
I chose Peter Hollens, at a rather high volume, no headphones.  I can make noise too folks!  (I currently can't find my headphones so that was part of that...) Because I have work to do. (and now a post to write.)
Am I overreacting? Maybe?  Yes I understand that sex does happen, after all humans are animals too but that doesn't mean I have to listen.  I reserve the right to fight sounds with sounds.  Or Am I being a super wench?  I feel maybeI should I have expected this, I mean I've already and break up and make up drama so this was next in the natural order of things.
As a solution to this development that U'm sure will reoccur, I have now decided to create a playlist composed of slightly creeperish songs, to play out loud-Toy Soldiers, Ghost, Every Move you Make, etc.  Or maybe I should just be nice and put in headphones and think happy thoughts?
What do you guys think? Am I being super wenchy?  Anyone else have a solution or ideas? (Wenchy and civil both accepted.)

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DD's=Difficult Dishes

Part 1: August 20th 2014 I moved into my apartment.  In the kitchen of my marvelous abode, there was a used cereal bowl, presumably that mornings breakfast for Dwight or Alfred.  August 27th, the same bowl has not moved, but it's comrades and other dishware have made it to the sink, and have stayed there....for a week... Both sink wells are full.  Long story short, I do a weeks worth of dishes because well, I need the sink!!  After the fact I approach my roommate men, "Hey guys, new rule: Everyone does their own dishes! Okey thaaaaanks!!"
I am learning that dishes are a thing that guys in general absolutely despise with every bone in their body.

Part 2: Labor Day weekend=a long weekend to see long lost pals and celebrate their birthdays!! I grab the garbage to deposit in the correct disposal bin before I vanish for a weekend.  As I pull it out, my nostrils are assailed with the sickly sweet smell of something that is rotting and probably growing life on it's decomposing self.  Someone had thrown something into the garbage when it had been bagless, then proceeded to put a bag on top of it, multiple times. Ugh. Ugh. Yuckyuckyuck.  I force my brain to stop thinking for a few minutes so I can scoop out and dispose of the rottenness with a safely bagged hand.  Dish soaaaapppp. Lots of dish sooooaaaapppp and boiling water are combined into the bacterial and fungal utopia that is our garbage.  I kindly request that one of them wipes it out and wish all a fabulous weekend. Vrooooommmm I am off!!

Part 3, where it aaaallll comes full circle:  Fast forward to the current day when I arrive after a fabulous weekend filled with friendsto an apartment that smells rather funky...I am beyond terrified to what I will find.  According to Alfred, the kitchen floor is soaked, causing the fishy, mildewy, kind of rotty smell.  He thinks it's because of the water that was in the garbage can and leaked out. "I'll take care of it when we get back." Um this wet, carpeted, floor has been drenched since Saturday....let that sink in...yeah okey; I deposit my travel things into my closet, er bedroom, and cautiously stake out the kitchen scenario. Carpet is indeed drenched so channeling my mother, I dump almost a whole box of baking soda onto the floor and grab a fan.  That done, for now, my peripheral eye spies the sink.  The sink that has 2 soaked rags in the bottom of it.  The sink that has salsa remnants in it from Saturday.  The sink that has dishes with food still clinging to their ceramic sides as they sit on top of the salsa remnants.  The sink that I am pretty sure is the other source of the joyous smells in our apartment.  Cue frantic, panicked digging for the chocolate chips.  C'mon, C'mon I know they're in here... ahhhhhhh!!!!! Oh wait! There you are you devils!  It's not nice to hide in my time of need.  I pace. I almost scream. Can't focus Can't focus. Call friend. Rant.  Pace I can't do this...Discover ashes or something on the coffee table. IamhereforawholeyearIcan'tdothiswhyyyy. Blog.  This blog shall be my sanity keeper.  In hind sight I feel I overreacted but my word.    I feel like I may be stepping into a motherly role this next year...Any of you with imaginations, please tell me how you see that going.  The first step in my motherly duties: Instill the importance of clean dishes (and dish towels) and explain the unfortunate, potentionally health hazards that result from cleaning things.  As friends and acquanitances know, I am untidy.  However, I am not dirty.  This year I think I am going to have to learn to be both.  Organization tips from anyone will be appreciated.  Seriously.
Wait...what is that sound.. HARK!!!! IT IS THE SINK! IT IS THE MAGICAL SOUND OF SILVERWARE HITTING THE SINK BOTTOM, THE MIRACULOUS NOISE OF THE FAUCET LOVINGLY WASHING AWAY FOOD, THEN SOAP SUDS! OH HALLELUJAH! mIRACLES HAPPEN FOLK!
(I'd love to say that was an exaggeration of my reaction but it was not)
Alfred and Dwight are nice guys.  Truly.  Easy enough to chat with and such.  It's just....cleaning? Just once and a while? Please?

How It All Began....

So here is the story of this blog and the reason behind its birth:
Going into my senior year at university, I had the lovely idea of "Hey let's transfer schools!"  (I blame my friend Katie for this)  Sadly I decided to do this in oh you know, June, when the availability for housing is oh you know....nonexistent.  So off I go, apartment hunting! La de dah!  I check out 2 within my price range, and decide on the first one I visited, which is an upper level house 3-bedroom apartment.  Now I have nobody in this new town that I know so therefore, I have no ready-set roommates.  This means whoever else decides to fill in the other 2 bedrooms shall be my roomies for the year.  Faaaaasssst forward to August:  I am alerted to the fact that my roommates are to be a male and a male with a girlfriend.  Small apartment just got a lot smaller.  Also, male and girlfriend are interested in the bedroom I had originally looked at so the landlord offers to decrease my rent if I would kindly take the smallest bedroom, which I had not toured but hey for twenty bucks less, I'll take it!  Tis no big deal, I'm pretty laid back and go with the flow.  It shall be an adventure!!

Move-In Day!  Getting nervous/anxious to meet these strangers I have to live with for the next 9 months....I arrive, find the  key, open the door, tromp up the stairs and....nobody. Nothing.  Alright, cool.  Well might as well unload!  I drag the first box up and open the door to my quarters and momentarily wonder if I've mistakenly wandered into a large walk-in closet.  Judging by the windows, and the fact there is no other option, it appears I have found my room! Minor surprise, but a small detail I can live with..  Thankfully the only thing I really have to fit in this charming space is a bed.
 Move it all in but still no sign of the mateys.  By this time, Mother, my moving partner in crime has arrived so we unpack what we can then head to the motel to eat and attend to other activities.  The next morning I say farewell to the mother and continue to unpack.  The kitchen, I discover, has NO cabinet space, so I decide to utilize the oven drawer.  Upon opening, it's rather grimy and littered with old food so time to clean and scrub and imagine happy things!  The door down stairs opens and I brace myself for the first encounter.
"Hi I'm Ashley!" I cheerily introduce myself to a blonde girl about my age.
"Hi I'm  Lacy*....I'm actually moving out; Dwight* and I just broke up."  Well this just got alllllll sorts of interesting and awkward.  I offer condolences as well as the boxes I am unpacking.  Well one less roommate to share the bathroom with!
The rest of the day unfolds in a quiet, uneventful manner.  Iron Man mask, and Spider Manposter are successfully hung and my mattress is plopped on the floor and I ponder this new living development:. I shall now be rooming with two dudes,  Dwight and Alfred.  One bathroom, one kitchen, one year.  Let it begin!!