Livin in a Pensionato

I can't stop laughing at this picture. He has so much dignity! He's even sitting in the backseat being chauffeured when there is clearly an open seat up front! hahaha DOGS

So, the pensionato has been grating on me. My room has become the new room for everyone to congregate in front of. Which if you see my hallway, it doesn't make sense. It's small, only holds 4 doors, is narrow, and is next to the bathroom which is NEVER a place I'd stand next to casually holding conversations.

Now, the kitchen is up four flights of stairs, and is always crowded. And that crowd tends to steal my shit! My tupperware that houses my food for the fridge got stolen over break. What's more? I think it's being used for raw chicken, I can't prove it, they removed my paper saying "108", but it looks like the same one. If only I had cyanide.

In addition, as I stated briefly before I left for break, one night I stopped watching TV on my laptop and go to the bathroom, and there are little poops all over the floor! At first, I thought, human, but then I realized it was dog poops. The little yelpy dog that is barking at every moment of the day, and then makes his way into the kitchen for the .4 hours of the day I'm in there to bark more, right in front of me, pooped in MY bathroom. He doesn't even live on my floor! He's a vindictive son of a bitch. (lol)

Then, that same night!, I go out on the balcony, am admiring the stars, likin that moon, when all the sudden a flaming piece of paper drops RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE and lands on the awning below. I'm like, "Whaaa?" and then a second piece of paper, with second smoldering flames, lands right next to my elbow! 11 weeks ago I would've blogged like "In Brazil, Fireworks are made by lighting paper on fire and throwing it over balconies!", but that ain't the case, I know now, some bud was just throwin flames like nuts over down upon me. HELLBASTARDS.

and now, i'm too lazy to go up to the kitchen to make some rice and potatoes because I don't feel like talking to anyone.

Guess how many classes I've had this week? Did you guess ZERO. Uggs.
Luckily it's rained every day this week PSYCHE that's not lucky.

January.