CLOSED FOR CLEANING

After a few days of being here at BGSU, I have seen some interesting things as you have read before...
But the other day, (all my good stories happen on my way to the bathroom) I got to the community bathroom and noticed the trash can was missing. I turned around and looked down the hall for Jim, our cleaning mastermind who I think should become president, but no one. So I did my buisness and headed down the hallway back to my room and practically ran RIGHT into a girl holding a trashcan stumbling every few feet she could muster, then stopping to dry heave. Only in McDonald...

It was just wonderful waking up at 3:25AM to banging on my door and then giggles... Only in McDonald...

You know, I wouldn't have posted anything but all I need to do is pee and brush my teeth but after grabbing my keys, putting on shoes, opening my door, locking my door, walking ALL the way down the hall, turning right, the left, then right again...I got to the bathroom...and there is a HUGE sign saying "CLOSED FOR CLEANING." Damn.

coup d'état

Living on my own is quite interesting, not having to explain to my parents where I am at all time is...different... Dad said I couldn't move out, so I did. It is wierd not having to tell my parents that I am going to the park so I got a white board for our fridge. My roommates know where I am most of the time. It is a hard habit to break.
Lets face it, I am OCD. I slept on the lazyboy last night but woke up at 6am to find two cockroaches on the counter of my kitchen. The neighbors abandoned ship after the cockroaches decided to (stage a?) coup d'état. Now that all the roaches have to eat is a bottle of bleach left behind by the former residents, they have zoned in on my humble abode. I spent the last three hours cleaning my kitchen. Ew.