So basically I lied to you. I thought I would have a chance to post something super awesome on that Wednesday last week but guess what... certain circumstances pertaining to a pseudo-roommate led to a 'blog-post cock-block' which really put a damper on the weekend and really on the entire blog. HOWEVER, I just managed to get internet access at my new temporary abode so I'm back and blogging up a storm. I have a ton of stuff I could say but due to the fact that this new room literally has no place for me to sleep currently (stuff everywhere) I will try to keep things short and succinct.
Okay here's the deal with the roommate debacle. I finished up work on Tuesday night and I had originally wanted to pack up everything into my car that night and basically roll out to Jerz to get in around 2am. It was a stunning plan cause who doesn't like driving at 1am when nobody's on the road and you can cruise. Instead I ended up staying until 730PM the next day because the girl whose room I was in left a crap ton of her stuff in the house (to pick up later so she said) and my landlord wouldn't give me my $900 deposit until she had removed everything. Well guess what, she decided to wait till the last minute coming to get her crap. She literally had a mountain of garbo that she should have taken. She shows up at 2pm (told me shed be there at 1030am) with her sister or something and she's all happy go lucky... so she starts grabbing stuff and loading things into a truck she had brought. About an hour in she's like wow I have a ton of stuff (NO KIDDING) and she starts slowing her progress, taking longer to pack and she is just talking up the wazz. Im thinking lets get this show on the road ya dumb girl I want to get home some time this millenium!! So after I empty out the living room of all her crap and toss it in the hallway I start wiping down the floors (stuff she probably should have friggin been responsible for). Next thing you know I notice that the place is just quiet as a lamb chewing on a snail in the dead of winter. Obviously something is wrong cause she was blabbering away for an hour so I head into the hallway and my assumption was correct that she's disappeared along with her help. I hop outside real quick just in time to see her driving off. I'm thinkin wow okay so PLEASE GOD let her being going to unload that stuff and come back for the 221382 tons of other stuff. Of course she doesn't come back at all and she didn't have plans to. It took me and my other roommate about 2 hours to get her to come back and move the rest of her shit (oh yea did I mention that she basically was moving so slow when she came back that I got pissed and did everything pretty much myself). There's so much more stuff I could tell you about her, but maybe it's for another blog post when I remember it and it fires me up again.
Right so moving on to the sleeplessness. I drove approximately 30 hours this past weekend (unintentionally). I wanted the weekend to be one of rest and relaxation... It turned into a driving marathon with approximately 18 hours of sleep total in 6 days. So like 3 hours of sleep a night. I can't really go into the deets with you little blog, but it was quite an experience. A wish to get some sleep tonight.
Let me also touch on a great driving experience. On my way up to Boston from Jerz I decided to bring along my bicycle (aka Neuman's bike) because I thought it might come in handy up here. Chris' parents let me borrow their bike rack in order to bring the guy up here but I guess we didn't attach it to the back of my car properly the first time. Mid-Tappanzee Bridge the rack decides to give-way and it falls off of my bumper. I was driving along and pumping beats, just jamming out at the top of my lungs when I look up and notice that instead of seeing the entire body of the bike, I only see the seat popping up and bouncing up and down. Naturally i'm like OMFG THIS IS NOT HAPPENING AFTER 60 MILES OF EVERYTHING BEING FINE... IT WOULD HAPPEN WHILE IM DRIVING OVER A HUGEASS BRIDGE AND I CANT STOP!!!@*&#!. So luckily a couple of the extra straps held the bike to my car and it didn't fly away into someone else (which would have made them crash (probably off the bridge to their death which would have made me pretty mad)) . I'm dragging the thing for about a mile as its bouncing on the road, people are literally honking as if they think I don't realize i'm dragging it along or that I purposely attached it crappily so it would bounce along and give me some laughs on the road. The stares and glares continue for about a mile until I get to the toll booth at which point I pay the lady and gun it to the side of the road (she yelled something at me which I assume was something like "Hey you're bike is dragging on the ground"... gawd. So I reattach the bike on the trunk, get grease all over my shirt, and have to drive the last 3 miles in fear that it would happen again. Could have been the worst drive of my life... except the KFC stop which made things a bit better.
Lastly I just had one of those moments where you realize somethings are too good to be true. I went to Wal-Mart about and hour ago and picked up a table and chair for my room. The table is a folding one (Just like yours Strom.. yes you're a genious and I fully intend to copy your transportation idea with it) and the chair is one of the beach chair kinda guys with the cup holder in the arm. I know you're thinking why would you get that chair as a desk chair... the reasoning is quite simple... it has a beer bottle holder built into it... why wouldn't I get it???? Common, rookies. Well anyway, when I was buying the chair I noticed it was the only one of its kind that was on sale for about 10 dollars. I thought it was a bit strange that it was alone but I figured it must have been a great deal and everyone bought the rest of them. So I get home a bit ago and open up the chair. Everything is looking good, right color, texture is perf, cup holder 100% intact... but then... SPOTTED... sand everywhere on the damn chair. All over the seat, stuck to the back of it. It was just like... wtf someone bought this guy to go to the beach and then returned it the next day... honestly... who does that with a $10-$20 chair. Its like... COMMON. So I'm gonna keep the damn thing... not like it's ruined.. just gonna take time for my lazy butt to clean it up. Oh well...
So there it is, the exciting points of my "restful" weekend. If I could I'm confident I could sleep until 5pm tomorrow starting now. Oh well. P.S. my new house's location to the job site required me to buy a $185 dollar monthly train ticket (includes subway and local bus privileges)... you can bet your ass I'm going to be using this damn thing up the wazzz to get my moneys worth.
Enjoy your week people... I know I won't.
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