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Its amazing, one of my best friends has been going around photographing some tags. Very beautiful.If I could have my bedroom wall look like this, that would be fucking sweet.

Surprise!

That's going to be me

Sigh, so something quite amazing happened the other day. I was in the car with my boss, we were driving to Super C to pick up some lunch, it was a new Super C in town and we were all very excited, however, while driving down the road I saw something that caused me to scream and almost caused my boss to swerve on the road. I then had to explain to him why I was hyperventilating and whipping out my phone. I told him I just saw my roommate holding hands with his ex, he gave me a confused look. I quickly cleared that up. “THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE TO SOUNDPROOF THEIR WALLS!” He looked much more understanding after that. I planned on texting Kurtis right away, but held off. I would wait, since they actually were smiling while holding hands. I decided it was selfish of me to ruin to the moment they were so obviously having. Instead we headed to Super C, and I forgot about it all as I looked in wonder at how shiny the place was. But not as good as IGA, I don’t care what anyone says. At least I got to see my friend in a Super C uniform, convincing him he looked fabulous took some work though.
When I got home later that night I saw that Kenny was on Facebook, so I decided to send him a little message.
“I know what you did this summer...” I sent him, to which he replied “….uh ya?” I stayed vague for a little while longer until finally curiosity got the better of me and I told him I saw him holding hands with a little someone. Then it was like a damn broke and an emotional tide came in. If I knew the kid was that romantic I wouldn’t have roomed with him, I wanted to room with all men because they have less drama going on. But boy was I wrong, so the guy spilled his guts to me, confessing how he was a bad boyfriend and he still loves her, and damn if it didn’t break my heart and make me tear a bit. But just a bit because it took him three hours to tell me all this, I’m not going to lie either, I was totally browsing the internet during the entire thing. You would totally too if you were in my situation. But alas, this presented me with several different problems, which included;
1) The whole soundproofing thing, really, I’ve been researching how best to do this.
2) They might fight, which brings us back to number 1, but also leads us to me not liking the atmosphere
3) Her visiting all the time, not that I don’t love her but I’m a friend, who’s rooming with her boyfriend, which could lead to either her hating me, or becoming EXTREMELY attached to me. I like space. A lot.
I’m hoping for the best, I hope they stay together and work through their problems. I hope they grow old and happy together and have a ton of beautiful babies together, and they better make me a godmother! Because I’m going to be so good to them, and make sure they’re so freaking blissfully happy they won’t know what happened! That’s right, if I have to be a mediator between their fights just to make sure I get a good night’s sleep-I rather hear moaning that fighting-then so be it!

Hallway Kitchen!

I got some pictures of my place, sadly I wasn`t able to go view it because I was working, but the boys were nice enough to take pictures for me. The place is pretty big, except for one part, which was the kitchen. A real guys apartment for sure, my friends sister went with them and commented that the kitchen was the size of a hallway. A kitchen hallway, the counter space is enough to have a microwave, and I got a toaster oven for nothing! My dream oven, I suppose now I could just keep it in my room, and make my toaster strudels in the privacy of my own room. You know, if I could manage it, I could also somehow get a mini fridge, then I wouldn’t have to leave my room other than to go to the bathroom, and even then there are ways to handle that. Ok, not so much. Kurtis said he`s going to get a flat screen TV, I recommended one of those 3D ones, but he disagreed, I explained that if you were going to go big, get the best. Plus, there are a ton movies out there I would love to see 3D, imagine some of the super hero movies, there pecks right in your own living. Sounds nice to me! =D

Hallway kitchen!

Too much crazy has been written in this here blog

Let me just point out that my family is crazy, no scrap that. Crazy is much too kind a word, and plus I use it too frequently. My mother is one of those types that likes to have her babies around forever, totally cool, but a whack job if you’re not careful. Announcing I was moving out at the tender age of 18 was a little NOT careful on my part, and she didn’t take it well. Now I know what you’re thinking, how did my mom feel about me moving in with 3 men, well let me tell you, she recommended it! Well, not the 3 men part, but she did say I should room with a guy; she was just a little surprised when I told her the specific number. My sister outright called me a slut, but I’m sure she was joking…hopefully. Luckily for me, or perhaps in the long run not so luckily, my mother has recently befriended Kenny, one of the boys I’m to room with, mother. Now my mother makes these little comments every now and again about the two of us ending up together, now let me tell you this, I did go out with the boy once. When I was 11, and that was 7 years ago. It was for a week and very uneventful, so we mutually decided to put it behind us. Plus, my mother is missing the bigger picture, which is the crazy ex-girlfriend. And why does every man have one of those? No seriously, can someone explain to me why there is always a crazy ex-girlfriend. I begin to wonder of the mental state of women after meeting so many guys who told me of their ex threatening their current girlfriends and hacking into their emails. Do they have a club or something? Besides the point, Saly somewhat fit into the crazy girlfriend category. Which consists of:
1) trashing ex behind his back to his friends
2) crying hysterically every time he posts something on Facebook that hints towards it being about her
3) threatening the current girlfriend
4)writing creepy poetry about the ex
And last but not least
5) texting every 5 minutes even though they’re over
I hope to the greater power that someone shoot me if I ever lean towards more than 2 of those things on that list. So, if crazy ex-girlfriend Saly ever did happen to hear Kenny and I eloped in Vegas after our mothers smuggled us across the border and held a rifle against our backs, well now, those rifles would be the least of our worries compared to the fury we would have to face.
I look forward to some future interactions, hopefully none of the violent type. And hopefully my mother will stop accusing me of purposefully trying to hurt her for leaving the nest.

The beginning

I’m about to embark on an adventure, one that will surely ensure my position in an asylum, but hey, I had they have board games there so who am I to complain? It all started on my 18^th birthday, when I received a little text from one of my best friends Joe.
“How do you feel about moving in with 3 guys?”
Of course, me being me I reply with “Can I still bring home men?”
And of course, Jordan being Joe replies with “No, because we will be sharing rooms and that’s out of the question.” I ask why we will be sharing and he calmly explains, as calm as one could via text, that I am the one who can understand his masturbation needs. I sighed at this but really expected nothing less from the boy. It was my birthday that day, and I was hanging out with my other best friend Kent, when we happened to bump into my other friend Saly, whom I happened to go to high school with. Who also happened to be the ex-girlfriend of one of the people who I will be rooming with, complicated shit I know. I, being the stupid idiot that I am asked my dear friend Saly with a humorous tone and a cheeky grin on my face “Hey, how would you feel about me moving in with your ex-boyfriend?”
Now, I wasn't expecting a congratulations, but little did I expect her to grab me by my collar and start shouting “No! I won’t let you! I hate him! Ali, I need someone to room with, no one will room with me” and as she shook me while saying this I understood why. I had to finally explain to her that, although I thought she was a lovely person, I couldn’t possibly room with another girl, because what if our periods got in sync and then we pms’ed at the same time? Honestly, it was just asking for trouble. But, that wasn’t the last of it, my ‘wonderful’ friend Kent decided to poke his lovely little (not really so little) nose into it and told Saly to stop manipulating me, now really, back off bucko, I can handle the 5 ft. girl. Sort of. I ran into the metro after that and let the subject drop, lucky for me said ex-boyfriend happened to be on my bus after the incident, and laughed when I told him what happened. Jerk. I just hope she doesn’t try to break in and kill the two of us in our sleep. I wouldn’t put it past her…