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That was in my inbox. I didn't open the email or anything, just couldn't come up with a title so there ya' go.

There really isn't much to say. The Volga Centre never did call on Friday so I will await to hear from them on Monday I suppose, and if not then I will e-mail them and be like what-what?

I'm really starting to believe I won't be able to get something to go right on my own, and that's an uncomfortable feeling.

With that said, there isn't much else to say...

So next time then...

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Maddie

Currently reading - "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist" by Daniel B. Botkin

Currently watching - Inu Yasha (but it's only on in the background)

P.s.

Ninjas stole my marshmallows.

Rubber Band Legs

I am exhausted! I have been up since two a.m. today.

Why did I wake from my slumber so early?

She finally did it. She finally broke up with me. Over the phone at two o'clock in the morning.
Who breaks up with someone over the phone at two o'clock in the gorram morning!? I, of course did not say anything about the fact that she broke up with me at 2 a.m.; this is what went down.

*ring ring*

*ring ring*

Me - (answering the phone) Ugh hello...?

Her - I don't know how to say this... but, uh, I'm breaking up with you.

Me - Well, thank you for finally doing the right thing.

Her - Go to hell!

And, that is why all her stuff that was in my room is now on the front lawn.

Now, before you think I am a bitch, before I threw it onto the front lawn I had the courtesy to put it all in plastic bags.

After I finished purging my room of her tainted belongings I browsed the net for TEFL Certification courses. From, 8 to 11 I called various learning institutes in the area to see if they offered the said courses which lead to nothing. At 11 I took a shower then walked to Old North Charleston and inquired about jobs in every single place there is up there. Lots of walking. Lots of "No"s and a few applications later I sat down with Reverend Belec and talked about Methodists vs. Baptists, and how there are more exceptions than rules in the English Language.

He's a very nice man, and an acquaintance of my father's through work, and he's an awful lot like my Uncle Ed... I thought he might of been Ed incognito for awhile there. Or even Uncle Will (Ed's twin brother), but the Reverend's personality is more akin to Ed's.

Then I stopped by Madra Rua one more time just to pester them about my application before I walked all the way home.

Walking home, with the exception of talking with Rev. Belec, was probably the most interesting part of my day since I saw a man tackled and arrested, got waved at by a surveyor working for the city, and was whistled at by a creepy dude in a wobbly cream and rust colored Pontiac. Of course I did get a lot of stares today, maybe it's these pants make my butt look good?

Thinking back I'm pretty sure I got checked out about twenty something times.
Not bad for a too-tall slightly-too-thick mamacita.

Yup, these pants make my booty look luscious.
-Maddie

Currently listening to: "Satellite Radio" by Steve Earl

Currently reading: "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalists" by Daniel B. Botkin

P.s.
"I'll be in my bunk."

When you give a mouse some wine...

...he's going to want some cheese.

It is true that I have complained about my roommates often recently, and I thought why break with tradition now. I have taken some photographs of the house, you can see so until computer screens come with a scratch and sniff option you're just going to have to imagine it.

And, believe it or not I took these photos on a day where the house was relatively clean...

Living room with a roommate asleep on the sofa. Place mats, a computer mouse, clothing, and a backpack strewn about the floor with kid's toys and a cat carrier.

Other view of living room with cat carrier, dirty laptop left out and bags of food stuff with empty soda can by the door.

Why are there plastic bags on the laundry room floor? Because they are covering up the cat poop from the litter box being too dirty for the cats to use...

Laundry room storage, the only thing that is mine is the keyboard all the way in the back.

This is the dining area. Note the used bowl under the high chair, the containers of food left on the table and the place mat on the floor. Take note that none of the items are mine. I think the thing by the door is Carrie's panties...

Kitchen counter space... none. Note empty pizza box on the stove top (Stacy) and the rest of the lack of counter space (Carrie).

This is the kitchen sink. There are clean dishes in the drying rack, those are the ones I used. The ones filling the sink I did not use but I will wash them anyway because my o.c.d. won't allow me to leave the dishes to grow things.

This is in the living room... There is a cranberry juice stain that is hard to see as it is in the shadow, there are empty soda cans and Marlboro cigarette butts on the floor as well as wet cat food cans and bags of foodstuffs. I hate cranberry juice and don't smoke Marlboros. As far as the cans go I guarantee they are Stacy's.

This is the fridge. I know it's not fair to complain about the fridge because that is a shared space, but that's my point! See how much stuff is thrown in there! None of it is mine. I can't go to the store for my own food, and no matter how many times I reorganize that thing the next day it's back to this. Okay, a cluttered fridge isn't that big but look at the top shelf. Plate of chewed up, uncovered, old pizza. Behind the cream cheese is rancid roast beef.
Second shelf: That Wendy's box is two weeks old, the sandwich meat under it is growing things, and the loaf of bread is sitting inside of that clear salad bowl, also uncovered.
Bottom shelf:there's nothing rancid or old, but it's just cluttered.
The crisper drawers, not shown, are actually clean.

This is the hallway, dirty clothes on the chair and sofa, and a t.v. on the sofa. Again, not mine.

Do I really need to tell what is obviously wrong with this child's room. The not-so-obvious thing is the dookie stain on the wall between the bed and window.

Now, the reason this was a "cleaner day" is because I had spent all of the previous day cleaning up after them. See why I need a job so I can move out before I go insane! I mean come on!

Complain Complain
Maddie

Currently Hearing: "Madagascar-Roumania(Tu Jesty Fata)" By Gogol Bordello

Currently Reading: "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist" by Daniel B. Botkin

P.S.
"If anything, Woody Guthrie suffered from the arrogance of believing that he knew the 'truth'..."