This Old House

I wasn't really sure what to expect with this new house. When we decided to move out of das haus, we were hoping to trade up. Things didn't go as planned, so it was another housing battle. Luckily, I found one of the last houses still available in IV, so we wouldnt be homeless for an entire year.

As far as a trade up goes, I'm not entirely sure about that, but this new house is definitely as good as das haus. It's just cool in different ways. For instance, now we have ample parking day or night. I dont have a car yet, but I might get one this year. Also, pasado is way different than sabado (those are street names). Pasado has more trees and the houses have more character. Most of them are very unique. Sabado houses were cool, especially cos you're on sabado, but the structures are a little plain. Our house right now is interestingly built. It has little nooks and shelves built into the walls and the closets are pretty neat. And then there's the fact that last year i had the smallest room in the house, and this year i have the largest. It comes with a bathroom and a walk in closet. awesome.

Here's the catch. The people associated with this house are weirdos. Starting with the landlord: To avoid getting fucked over by google search again, i will tell you that our landlords name is D*. P*arlm*n. This guy seemed like a pretty nice guy over the phone, he talked alot though. And the other thing was taht he wanted to get to know each one of us before deciding to lease us his house. "My house is my baby," he said. "And the less people in it, the better. 4 people tops living in mah house." For a 3 bedroom house at $3300 a month? Fuck that. We decided to lower our own rents by getting a 5th, under the table roommate who would receive his own room. If P*arlm*n ever found out about this, he'd probably be really, really angry. But he lives in South Carolina so, no problem, right?

Wrong. There is an onsite property manager named Mr. Bean. You can usually find him riding around isla vista on his bike, playing with junk and generally looking like a homeless man. From what I hear, he gets free rent for keeping an eye on the house. He's in charge of fixing it up and stuff. His front door is actually through an alleyway on the other side of our house and his home is probably one room (on the other side of my wall!). He's a nice guy, but he has his catches as well. The thing is, he's supposed to fix up our house, but he hasn't been on top of it at all. We've had lots of problems around the house and he's always just been off somewhere doing something else. I know he has a lot of other houses to get to, but he should have started with our house. Cos that should be his main priority. The funny thing is though, this house is soooooooo not somebody's baby. If it was, Mr. Bean wouldn't be in charge of it. But he's finally getting on things, so that's nice. Him and our 5th roommate, who is very motivated, are going to install a new fence (cos our old one is shit) and it's going to make our yard very cool..

Other than that, it's a fun house. It was and is definitely a fixer upper. But it's got character i guess. I also have distinct party memories from the unit in back from. (Freshman year I went to a pink party and broke a bowl chair with two of my friends. Also i peed on the house. Also the whole afshin drama thing occurred here. Wow. ALSO skunks. Lots of them. They like these streets cos there are more bushes to hide in. Fuck. Thats why we want our new fence. So skunks wont cross our yard when we're there.

Also my room is purple and has a sunflower on it. I'm going to get ek to paint it something cool. ALSO i have a queen size bed with a tv and gamecube right next to it. Fuckkkkinnnn sweeeeeet. ALSO our couch surfers are finally gone, so i have space in my room again to put a bean bag chair.



I guess I should update more, but I'm so lazy. Maybe next time I'll tell you about work?

Oh Yea

I also don't like freshmen. It's not that i dont like freshmen, really, it's more that I just changed my major and now i share a whole fuckload of classes with smartass punks who just got out of apchem and apcalc. Today, I hate that kid in my chemlab. You know, one of those kids who needs to show you how smart and able he is every time he talks to you. Every lab he has to talk about how he did all of this in highschool because he had the hardest teacher ever and now chem is hella easy for everybody. "I mean, we haven't even discussed multiple equilibria *snort*" Shut the fuck up, kid. I hate chemistry. Im going to get this class over as soon as i fucking can and i might end up shoving my fist up your nose. And then today really set me off. "I want to be a (insert chem career here) so when i get out of grad school i'll make 150k right off the bat. Unless of course i was a (insert another chem career here) then i'd probably make, yknow, 125k - 180k. I'll have to decide soon. But i guess it doesnt really matter anyway. I'm in this frat, see, called AEPi and when i do important things in my life I'll be really well connected and be really successful in life." I understand the concept of being well connected because you're from a frat. I'm not even bothered by it too much. And cmon, levi's in aepi, i dont have a problem with frats. they provide attention, beer, and mistake sex to iv's uggos and sluts. and again, the bragging isn't too hard to handle on a weekly basis, but who the fuck is bragging about 8 years in the future? what does this kid have to prove to the class? maybe he wanted to impress my ta. whatever. nick's chill, it's not hard to do.

agh. point is, i hate the kid.

Fuckin Retards

i really dont like stupid people. but we all do so i'll skip that part. i was thinking more along the lines of telling people that they're stupid. it's pretty hard. and it makes you angry. all this is summed up by their only response. 'im not stupid!'
it's pretty hard to counter that when you're making your point to the stupid person in question. rather than tell you what they did that day that required any brain power, they just assert that they are 'not stupid'. they dont even have to be book stupid, and when you're in college, it's generally not they case. more often than not, they can be common sense stupid, or linguistically stupid, or socially stupid or whatever. these are hard to prove because you end up trying to reenact a situation or encounter when it really was a 'you had to be there' moment.
and there's more. even if you successfully show the person that they are stupid and you present clear and valid arguments, you still have to get past the defense mechanisms set up by the human brain. it's difficult for someone to believe they're stupid because that would go against instinct. most people know that the only reason that humans survived is because humans are smart. so what happens to a dumb human? it dies. people dont want to consider themselves as potential deadguys. that would be depressing. if the lesson stuck, they would be broken human beings reading dontkillyourself books (if they are literate) and continue shuffling silently through their lives until they die. and then you look at yourself and realize that you just broke somebody and what do you do then, douchebag?
i've decided that convincing people they're stupid doesnt really work. and even if it did, you'd be a douchebag. bumconclusion, but homework awaits.


(hey also, fuck you guys. conclusions are for essays to reiterate your points and bring up new questions to be answered or possible areas of research. did you read the rest of my fucking blog? can you wait until the next time i talk about stupid people to answer any retarded points you might want to bring up? make your own fucking conclusion, you fucking dicks)