Well, me.
One of the aspects of this trip I was hesitant about was the housing situation: namely, a co-ed, double occupancy dorm. It's great for your first steps outside of your hometown's apronstrings, but once you've done it, gotten used to apartment living, and said good riddance...well, good fucking riddance, please.
It's been overall a more pleasant experience than I'd geared up for, and I got super lucky in having a roommate who happens to rock (though I would of course never tell her that to her face). There are Friday night group meals and always someone to go out with, and you can't beat the convenience of being literally two minutes away from the classroom.
The drawbacks, of course, have come from sharing 1 bathroom with 15 people, 12 of whom are dudes. No offense to that side of the population, but let's face it, you ARE the more likely of the genders to pee on the floor.
Allow me to repeat that for emphasis. At least one of the people living here PEES ON THE FLOOR. It's not a huge puddle, thankfully, but then again, IT'S PEE ON THE FLOOR. Its small volume doesn't compensate for its general urinesque qualities. It's gotten so common that our RA actually had to put up a sign to specifically address this issue. I ask you, in what world do adult males need to be told not to pee on the floor?!!? I always thought that was taught in Being a Human 101 (right alongside learning how not to audibly hack up a half quart of lung butter in, and therefore on, the same shower that ten more people still have to step on before the morning is out), but apparently the curriculum has changed a bit.
I realize this post has really nothing to do with Russia or Halley or Putin (who, as it happens, can pee directly into the toilet even if he's standing in the living room), and I promise to get to work immediately on a blog about St. Petersburg (which was by the way freakin' fantastic). I just had to rant for a second. Between the phlegm, the fun of fighting over one washing machine, and an ever-increasing inability to wash dishes or clean spaghetti out of the drain, I have officially severed any emotional ties I ever had to the concept of communal living. I'm moving to an island where there are only monkeys. THEY can at least be housebroken.
Some people test out of Considerate Human 101 & go straight into majoring in Douchebag. Sucks though, dealt with the same crap in basic training. Smack those kids around a bit would ya? Usually if you take down the biggest one right off the bat the rest won't mess with ya. ;)
ReplyDeleteAwesome writing here. Seriously if this what gets your creative juices flowing enough in the direction that leads to phrasing such as "general urinesque qualities" & concepts such as moving to monkey island, well then I'm glad for my sake they skipped Human 101 cause this is funny as hell to read!
LOL I truely feel that if you got all the men of the world together and stuck them on an island somewhere they'd give in to more basal instincts and pee anywhere and everywhere.
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