Stinky Carpet.

It is finally summertime in Idaho - and although I am super excited for all the fun and tomfoolery and popsicle- yumminess that summertime brings, my apartment doesn't have air conditioning. Which wouldn't be so bad, if I had enough money to buy a fan. It would also be nice if the heat didn't make the decade-old carpet in my little home smell like old milk and feet. That would be great.

So, here I am, sitting at my computer, doing homework... with no pants on. It is just too hot for pants.

I feel a tradition coming on.

Ah. One more month.

Today I was told that I was a "Reedeeculuss Heepocreet" and that I should be ashamed of myself... and that my friendly foreign roomate was "Done talking to me forevar."

Awesome. I love getting yelled at... for being an uncultured American. Cause I guess she hates Americans. And buying lightbulbs/toilet paper.

On a happier note, I got my temple recommend today!!!! Whooooo! It's been so long, and I am beyond excited to go back. The temple here in the 'Burg is literally across the street from my apartment... and it's going to be so awesome to be able to seek it's peace & safety again. YAY!!

Toilet Paper Wars.

No, not the kind you think. Not the fun kind where you sneak up on someone's house in the dead of night and decorate their front porch with Charmin.

This war is the kind where roomies outright refuse to contribute financially towards the things he/she uses, ie, TP, garbage bags, lightbulbs, and paper towels. And since my rent clause doesn't include being the Toilet Paper Fairy for this individual, I bring my roll into the bathroom, and I leave with it.



This. Is. War.

I know being passive-agressive about it isn't healthy....but I'll update this with more information in a month. When I MOVE.