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kyrasantae
I came back to the apartment yesterday and what are the first two things I do? Clean up rotten food left on the kitchen counter (a few days ago) by my flatmate (who has clearly dropped by again during her vacation) and pay the one-third portion of the cleaning bill for the other flatmate's moveout last month. (For the latter, I suspect that since hired cleaners came to check on/clean everything in the living room/kitchen after her friend moved out, she had decided that she didn't need to clean everything before she left -- like her friend did -- so the hired cleaners actually did cleaning and therefore the rest of us were dinged for it out of pocket rather than out of security deposit.)
I went to bed last night way past tired at 2; woke up at 7 today when the construction workers started up their engines. Five more weeks of this crap, then I'll be back in Calgary until September.
My fan has been running all day.
The same old things.
Repetition.
Banality.
I hope, just as I did when I first shared an apartment in my freshman year, that I'll get non-Asian (or at well-integrated Asian) flatmates (I actually asked for and got this, mostly, in freshman year). Whether I will like them or not, it would make communication a bit easier; less language and cultural barriers (Oh, I guess I didn't write about the one time there was a note on the fridge that was written in English words, but I couldn't make head nor tail of its meaning because the grammar was so poor, did I?) -- separate lives that intersect with each other in consensus rather than a dance around what seemed to me an age-/seniority-based hierarchy. (I may have been the youngest flatmate this year, but I leave a small footprint and clean up my own messes. I "ninja" around spaces that aren't my personal space. My mother sets a high standard for housework, so I have a bunch of little "housewife" tricks up my sleeve.) I'm sure they'll appreciate my being around for tech support; I'm taking care of the Internet bill next year.
Mmmm I like it when I can smell the people downstairs (?) cooking garlic.
I wasn't really all that productive or useful for the last couple of weeks while I was in Calgary, but it's kind of easy to miss the feeling of living in the presence of people you care about and care about you. :/
Also, last week, I weighed in under 130 lbs., which I don't recall having happened since...ohhh...Finland (though I didn't quantify it at the time, I'm pretty sure I lost a significant amount of weight from walking around a lot almost every day for a month ;)). Had been hovering around 135 since then. It's not like I really care that much, but I'm guessing it's probably a combination of sweating and starving and maybe eating a lot of oatmeal lately :P
I went to bed last night way past tired at 2; woke up at 7 today when the construction workers started up their engines. Five more weeks of this crap, then I'll be back in Calgary until September.
My fan has been running all day.
The same old things.
Repetition.
Banality.
I hope, just as I did when I first shared an apartment in my freshman year, that I'll get non-Asian (or at well-integrated Asian) flatmates (I actually asked for and got this, mostly, in freshman year). Whether I will like them or not, it would make communication a bit easier; less language and cultural barriers (Oh, I guess I didn't write about the one time there was a note on the fridge that was written in English words, but I couldn't make head nor tail of its meaning because the grammar was so poor, did I?) -- separate lives that intersect with each other in consensus rather than a dance around what seemed to me an age-/seniority-based hierarchy. (I may have been the youngest flatmate this year, but I leave a small footprint and clean up my own messes. I "ninja" around spaces that aren't my personal space. My mother sets a high standard for housework, so I have a bunch of little "housewife" tricks up my sleeve.) I'm sure they'll appreciate my being around for tech support; I'm taking care of the Internet bill next year.
Mmmm I like it when I can smell the people downstairs (?) cooking garlic.
I wasn't really all that productive or useful for the last couple of weeks while I was in Calgary, but it's kind of easy to miss the feeling of living in the presence of people you care about and care about you. :/
Also, last week, I weighed in under 130 lbs., which I don't recall having happened since...ohhh...Finland (though I didn't quantify it at the time, I'm pretty sure I lost a significant amount of weight from walking around a lot almost every day for a month ;)). Had been hovering around 135 since then. It's not like I really care that much, but I'm guessing it's probably a combination of sweating and starving and maybe eating a lot of oatmeal lately :P
