New House, New Post

A few weeks back I moved into a new apartment. It is pretty sweet. Right in the middle of town, close to stores and work and only on the second floor. Here are some pictures:

My super sweet bathroom!

My hood'

I live in a cartoon

I recently moved into my very own one bedroom soviet cement box of an apartment, and it's great. I get to live completely alone with indoor plumbing. However because of the newly remodeled bathroom, there are still kinks to be worked out. Last week I had no water in the bathroom sink, but had it in the kitchen. Last night the gas stove didn't work, which has nothing to do with the bathroom but was annoying none the less. This morning I went to use the bathroom sink and the handle of the cold water came off. Water then shot across the room onto the opposite wall. I've only ever seen this on television. Add that to the colossal noise coming from my ceiling that can only be TNT going off or an anvil dropping and I am starting the think I should look out for road runner traps.

Bad day in the baijan?

I have bad days. Lots of them actually but we won't get into that. Last Friday was a particularly bad day and at about 10am I was ready to call it quits. I didn't. Instead I found a solution for those troubling times. Here is what you do:

1.) Take a shower (photo omitted but note the wet hair in coming pictures). Being clean always makes PCVs happy.

2.) Get yourself a yellow star shaped tambourine. Nuf said.

3.) Find an x-ray on the road and put it under your zip up hoodie. Hand your sunglasses to people and tell them they are x-ray specs. Once the person puts them on unzip sweatshirt. Hilarity ensues.

4.) Have awesome finger mates. The first finger people rock out loud, and they know why.

For Vikki

I have two random pictures of Jake.

Jake thought he could play Jenga upside down. He lost.

BBQ inside Chris's shed because it was raining outside.