mondayyyys. meh.

The most dreaded day of the week is upon us.  Especially when your weekend has been as colorful like mine, Mondays are particularly painful.

My roommate and I had an end of summer party, a little shindig if you will, on Saturday and this is the best photo:

I think it says a lot about that night.  Actually there were very few photos taken, but I think you get the idea.  We converted a closet door and 4 plastic storage boxes into a pretty badass flip-cup table and had a great turnout.  Not so much from my DAM friends, but that’s ok, Ilana and some Tri-Delt friends showed up which was a nice addition to Emily’s friends from work.  I was feeling a bit cheeky and invited our neighbors across the way as well (yes, that includes the neighbor who saved me from the squirrel).  Overall, I’d say it was a success.

Also, I sold my couches (finally, YAY!) and so our living room is very bare.  Here is a secret photo I took out my kitchen window of the guy who bought them:

teehee.

It did make movie night with our neighbors Collin & Frank (who really isn’t a neighbor because he is crashing on Collin’s couch but that’s just semantics) rather interesting though.  Why we didn’t go to their apartment, I have no idea, but we ended up watching the King of California on our floor in sleeping bags.

Oh. And I saw that damn mouse again. 1, 2, and now 3 times it has visited me.  What makes it even worse is that no one else ever sees it. I swear I am NOT hallucinating.  I still need to tell my landlord about it. meh. mondays.

No. You Can Not Bring Your Teddy.

Dear Mr. Mouse Squatting In My Apartment,

I do not know how or when you got here, but I would like you to leave promptly.  No you may not stay another week and no you may not bring your teddy.  I’m sure you are very cute and cuddly, however I still expect you out by the end of the month.

Thank you,

Your Landlord.