We just realized yesterday that we are the type of people they make fun of in movies. Our bodies are locked into position on the sofa and we don't get up until the delivery guy gets here with our food, which is usually China Palace.
I am the only person living in this building as of now. I live on the end of building Z (for zooloo or zebra) and I think I might have collected enough junk over the past few months in this apartment for this end of the building to sink into the storage space below. Carrie is the only person living in building M as of now, but she is leaving for Birmingham tomorrow morning. Leslie is in Albany, Georgia and those are the only people I hang out with now on a daily basis. I think there is one girl living in Y, the building next to me but I don't know her and neither of us have made any attempt to become friends and i don't see an attempt in the near future. The lease was up yesterday so everyone really is gone and no one is coming back to pick up any more of thier life either... they've finally got it all moved out of here.
and they've left me alone.
even if i didn't know them, i'm all alone and there isn't anybody to watch anymore or talk about.
Building Z was full of crazy people, and now they are all gone and i wonder what kind of people are going to move in next. Yesterday, Carrie and I went to Russ's new house which smells of paint and a variety of air fresheners and is such an improvement from the rank of my apartment which still smells of Jaqueline and dog piss.
Russ's house was the first house I'd been to in Auburn that was fresh. It is an old house, but the carpet is clean, all the paint is new, and it's like walking into a new house before someone moves in, and i hadn't smelled that smell or been in a house like that in awhile.
i just remembered part of my dream from last night. I was actually thinking it was real, but I haven't left the apartment so I know it's not. I dreamt that i finally met Russ's sister. I was excited about finally getting to meet her but I couldn't shake her hand becuase mine was sticky and I was embarassed.
Another one of my dreams was that my sister and a friend of hers were going to attend Auburn this fall and they wanted to live in the Extension
for some reason and i was trying to convince them to live in the hotel next to the Extension. (there is no hotel next to the Extension in real life) They were so sure they really wanted to live in the Extension and i told them it was ghetto and they just wouldn't believe that i knew what i was talking about. my own sister, not knowing that I always know what i'm talking about didn't believe me.
I guess it's about every 36 hours. It seems like every single day, but it takes a little more than a day. We wake up, do the alone time thing and then at some point she'll come over.
We have a good time, and usually watch some Sex and the City.
Then we run out
We call for backup
No one is in town, ofcourse, because its summer in Auburn and the town is DEAD.
Or no one is home
We finally find a friend
A friend in deed
We pray we've got money
We cross our fingers that we'll be okay
Another trip to the ATM
We get what we need
and then we are happy once again
I really woudl like a dry erase board to keep a to-do list up where i can see it on a regular, minute-to-minute basis. I think that will increase the chancecs of things actually getting done. I think.
I don't have a bathmat in the bathroom so i always worry about slipping when i get out, and I don't even have a welcome mat at the front door or even a crappy mat to wipe your feet off. Ofcourse, my carpet is in bad shape and wiping your feet on it is the least of my carpet concerns. I think think that the charcoal hole in the living room under the sofa is more of a concern. I think the charcoal hole that burns down to the wood in my floor at the foot of my bed is more of a concern. The rug i have covering that hole is upside down because the rug is in such bad shape. I've run out of paper towels and I somehow manage to collect bags of trash on a daily basis. I have to drag myself to the dumpster at least twice a day somehow.
I think I'm hearing things. I could have sworn i just heard my cell phone ring but it was coming from a corner it coudln't have come from because my computer is in that corner and on the other side of the wall is outside. I thought i heard the doorbell earlier too, but that didn't exist, as Carrie was there to make clear for me. The train is so loud where i live.
I don't even have to go into the fridge to know what is in there:
one or two bottles of water
an eye mask
almost empty bottle of aloe vera (drinking kind)
almost full bottle of aloe vera (to apply to skin)
Almost empty carton of Horizon milk (2%)
Horizon cottage cheese
Leftover chinese food
Plain yogurt (ugh, i meant to get vanilla)
SkyyBlue or whatever it is
I don't have anything decorating my walls and this place is so grose, that no matter how clean it is, it still looks dirty and I can't stand it. My cat's head smells funny.
For some reason, I have this feeling this won't be all i write tonight.