Reading baffled's journal

My house is owned by a fat cat land lord. I discovered this as soon as I moved in. My room has a leak and because I live with a bunch of idiots like myself. Guys. We haven't managed to work out how to use the central heating yet. It's been 3 weeks! My clothes never dry. I woke up one morning and it was so cold I could see the vapour while I exhaled. I used to be very susceptible to cold but I think this house has cured that now, I'm immunised to it. It's odd that most people I've spoken to in University have come down with some sort of flu but I've remained in good health. Minus the hangovers.

The living room is basically a basement. No light gets down there and there's a strange odour that lingers that can't be conquered. I'm used to it now, but visitors aren't. We've got a spare room that needs to be filled because my friend failed his first year, reason being; he drank constantly. What a guy he was, he had very small hands and rosey cheeks. His diet consisted of beer and rustler burgers. A student came to see the vacant room, he had yellow teeth, extremely yellow teeth and he waved his documents in-front of his nose and told me the house smelt. Geez.

The kitchen has a freezer that has a door that always falls off, the washing machine leaks as much as the refrigerator and there is only one toilet that's on the first floor. I unfortunately live on the 4th floor. We've got bedroom doors that lock effortlessly that has caused us many embarrassments. I spent the first couple of nights on the floor. I was so drunk I thought it would be funny to shave my pubes off and put them in my mates room. I locked my self out in the process and then I had the cheek to ask him if I could I have a blanket and a pillow to sleep on his bedroom floor.

My room mates are friends from the first year apart from one, the new guy, hes incredibly quiet. I've tried to involve him with our night outs and what not. I tried bounding with him through massive amounts of alcohol consumption. I passed out on the kitchen floor. That didn't help. But he seems happy anyway despite his quiet persona. My other housemate Arthur hasn't spent a night in his room yet. Hes completely, madly, insanely in love with his girlfriend, she doesn't like our house so neither does he. It's not a bad thing to be in love, not at all. I'm quite envious of such a thing. My last roommate John, is very comical. A pleasure to be around.

Oh yeah and there are 7 year old hoodlums that gather around our streets. Dam those pesky kids. I'm sure one of them did a poo on our doorstep either that or a dog. My money is on the children.
There's a bottle of vodka called Glen that keeps mocking us as well. He tells me to drink him most days, he also said he'd make that exam paper and nasty people in the street disappear. Neither did. Dam him and his sweet whispers.

This house is certainly not worth it's price. Squatters have lived in better conditions.

This post was edited by baffled on Nov 13, 2005.

I love the discriptions of the house. It's so vivid that I can almost smell that strange odd odor, the one you've gotten used to.
this all seems like a tragic comedy.
Or like a visit to the zoo on a day when the animal all escaped.
The one where the lady with the blue hair has somehow gotten her hair tangled up with some spider monkeys who have never seen blue hair that tall and are busy trying to pull it off her head so they can pick through it to see if there are any bugs to eat.
And the look on her face is priceless.

Reading this is like taking an adventure, without being there personally.

I hope you find something soon that doesn't leak and has heat that is easier to turn on. :)

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.