So I moved yet again. Oh joy. Why is it
that I seem to only be able to live in places 
that are far FAR above the ground. Lemmie tell
ya, carrying a couch up 4 flights of steps 
is not a fun thing. Guess it could be worse...

So life with a roomie. Better than the last time
I tried the roommate gig. Difference could be 
that I actually picked this one out. Housing 
services at colleges are evil. No really. They 
look at your housing application and find the
worst suited person for you. 

"Let's see, I have a punk kid, who hates country, 
and is very independant. Egads!!! I know!!! Let's 
room her with the country music loving cheerleader
with a dependancy problem! Then we can watch to see
who emerges from the bloody hell that will be 
their jail cell of a dorm room!" 

No really...I swear that is exactly what they do!
At least that's what I gathered from my LAST 
roomie experience. 

Advice for the duration of time until I edit this 
damn page again...BEWARE HOUSING SERVICES!!!!