Can't Wait to Move Outta Here

So the other day, my niece asked me why I don't update my blog more often. And I told her that I have to find something interesting to write, otherwise it would be a really boring blog to read. Not like this is some sort of work by Dan Brown, now. But at least it can hold the attention of 1 twelve year old out there.

But I digress. As the months drag on, the moment of truth and graduation draw near. Thank the Lord! As my apartment has slowly become worse and worse. Don't get me wrong, the property manager is awesome; he's fixed up the place like never before. It's the tenants who are becoming worse and worse. Or is it just me who's becoming older and older and crankier in my old age? I don't know, I'll let you decide.

When I first moved in 3 years ago, the biggest complaint in my apartment was the rancid odor in the hallway. It smelled like really bad B.O. Not a big deal, because all I had to do was run from the elevator to my front door and the close the door after I got in. These days, it's a totally different story. An older couple moved in upstairs, and apparently like to hold parties on the weekends with their 50 family members up there. Needless to say it feels like an earthquake down below in my apartment. But it doesn't end there. There's always someone smoking, too! And for those who know me, smelling someone's second hand smoke is my biggest pet-peeve. That really drives me absolutely nuts.

In the morning, I walk down through the stair well to get to my car, and aparently, this stupid-looking dude with long hair likes to smoke in the stair well without his shirt on. Which is fine, but he treats the stair well like his own personal ashtray. So when I go through there in the morning, it's full of ash and cigarette butts. I really hope he dies of lung cancer soon. And to add to that, some moron in my building smokes marijuana and leaves their window open for all others to enjoy the foul stench. I really can't wait to move out of this apartment.