So, it's obvious by now that I'm pretty close to becoming a complete asshole with the whole responsibility thing.

I have to keep a sense of perspective.


There's a storm out. I like it. It's raining really hard and the thunder and lightening are making spectacles of themselves.

It's something on a grand scale, the things I'm doing are all small stuff. I'm a little less worried.


I'd like it if the lights went out.

Goodness, I'm a jerk.

I have the soul of one of those bastard managers

Now, normally, I would never delete a post, but I hate this entry So. Fucking. Hard.




Anyways, long story short, I get stressed and act like a dick.

...

Maybe not.

Anything else?

Not sure, maybe.

Well, what else could I write about?

I could write about moving (hey guys I moved and it's really hot like all the time and carrying heavy things was hard and it made me feel bad and when the old office girl [actually, she wasn't any older than I am, but she's the office girl at my now previous apartment complex, so she's the old office girl] came around to make the inspection the new tenents [new tenents go in the old apartment] were already moving in as we were moving out because of some mix-up with the new old office guy [he's at the old office but he's new there] and so the [old] office girl couldn't rightfully blame any [old] apartment damage on us so she said [and this is verbatim] "I guess I have no choice but to give you back your security deposit," and I was not very sympathetic to her situation because I wanted my money and because I wasn't sure that I'd actually have a place to live for the next two weeks so I'd had to put all my stuff at my girlfriend's place which is the kind of favor I despise asking for because I have trust issues or something but she really saved my bacon and it turned out okay in the end because it turns out that the office girl at the new apartment complex [different office, and different office girl completely, try and keep up] was only trying to keep us out of our upcoming apartment [the new one] because they had had a lot of people move into apartments "as-is" like we were planning to and then come back and bitch at her and the other new office girls [which, they've all been around for a while but they're at the new office so they're new office girls] about the quality of the apartment that no one had had a chance to clean since move-out had been the day before and so everyone was thinking "Why would you guys be any different?" because I guess we looked like jerks but we were totally different because we really weren't going to complain no matter what and it turns out that the old tenents [old tenents go in the new apartment, or not, because the locks are getting changed] had left it in better shape that we had left all of ours in and so we were happy and we got the keys and we moved in and now I can get all my stuff out of my girlfriend's apartment and I don't have to feel guilty and irritated anymore but now I have a small room, which I don't mind that much because I have my own bathroom it's just that I'm going to have to throw some more stuff away) .

Or my boring class (hey guys my class is boring and I'm making an A but I might end up making a B I might not but I just think I should prepare for that so if it happens I won't be surprised and dismayed), but there's not much to say about either that can't be summed up in a couple of sentences.

Now wait a minute,

That wasn't a very good post.

Here's the thing,

So I don't really post much anymore because pretty much nothing is happening to me.



I could write about the time I washed clothes literally all day:


This one time, I literally did laundry all day. From 6:14 in the morning to 3:03 the next. When I wasn't turning dials or pushing buttons I was playing video games, reading, eating and drinking. The next morning I did some more. Now, it's nice that my dad and Roomate's (now ex-roomate) parents like me enough to bring me more clothes every time they see me, but I'm beginning to think I may have too much.