I'm now moved into my new apartment at school. Fortunately, there was only a mild case of traumatization where I realized that I will be flirting with the line between sanity and complete mental chaos for the next 8 months. It is troubling. But as I sit here, listening to my neighbors blast Smash Mouth to my left and drunk girls yell at Linda to my right, I think maybe this won't be so bad after all. Just gotta dust off the old thinking cap, remember my social skills, and numb my body with happy thoughts of bunnies and rainbows while I shut myself in the pain locker that is skiing each day. Tis easy. Much easier than assembling shelves to go above our toilet. How many people does it take to assemble a shitty ass, ugly, cannot stand on it's own, little shelf to make a female's bathroom routine a little easier? The answer, my friends, is 4. One guy that knows how to screw, one Beverly-Hills resident, one covert commander that sits around making sexual puns about screws, nails, wood, and "the back", and one blonde. You also need approximately 2 hours and a lot of sanity. And there it goes! So much for hanging out on the line--I guess I'll just dive into the deep end of insanity. At least now I have an accesible place for the necessities of life: retainers and contacts. I'm a dork, what can I say? They do fit nicely right above our beautiful toilet.
So here it is, a brand spankin new school year. And I would like the answer the burning question of the week with another question
"So Maren, are you ready for school?"
oh yeah? I'd like to know...
"So Bowdoin, are you ready for me?"
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