2008-05-06 - 4:09 p.m.
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So I moved into my new place as close to a ghetto as Collegetown has. It's, um, interesting.

In other news, here's my offline diary entries from the past few days:

5/5/08

So, Mrs. K and I were just talking about doing something special with the kids on my last day this Thursday. And just talking about it, I got all choked up! My God, Thursday is going to be a bad day if I’m already getting weepy about leaving my kids.

Yeah, I love my students, get off me.

I might also be a little emotional because, while my interview in Collegetown went awesome on Friday, this morning I accepted the job in MountainTown. I’m moving 500 miles away in August and starting my life as a grown up!

I have a REAL job! Teaching English to juniors at an amazing high school! My sister is no doubt beside herself with joy. She’s been calling me thrice daily and sending texts at least as many times since I got offered the job. The poor kid cannot wait for me to be near her. My inbox will doubtless be filled with rentals available out there very soon.

5/6/08

I reread the note my new roommate left me yesterday this morning. “Ninja, I want to apologize for last night. I had no idea you were home until this morning. I am SO sorry!”. Not exactly a happy sight the first morning you wake up in a new place. The profuse apologies were on account of her having an after hours party at our place Saturday night/Sunday morning. I got a grand total of four hours of sleep because from 1:30 til 3:30 AM, there were loud drunk people right outside the door to my bedroom in the basement. What were they doing in the basement? Using the bathroom and, well, doing this:

Drunk Dude: Look at that closet door.
Drunk Girl: Yeah, it’s really cool.
DD: Yeah, it is cool.
(three minutes of “yeah, that door IS cool”)
DD: You know what else is cool?
DG: What?
DD: Lips.
DG: Yeah, lips are neat.
(three minutes of “wow, lips sure are neato”)
(five minutes of loud, wet making out against my [locked] door)

I kid you not, that is almost an exact transcript of the shit they thought passed for flirting. God! I have never been so massively uncomfortable! I was pissy as hell Sunday morning, when I got up at 7 to finish my portfolio and meet my partner at 8 for my last peer review. After a five-hour nap and watching “Live Free or Die Hard” with Ford I felt better. Now, it’s funny – as long as I don’t think about it too much.

Looking at the note, though, reminded me of my night prior to after hours. We had our last sorority senior bar crawl and after flirting my way through one beer with some super hot Air Force dudes and taking a shot of Liquid Cocaine (not the best shot ever), was fairly drunk. Drunk enough, in fact, that when J and I went up to Harmony’s at midnight because her asshole boyfriend had just broken up with her over the phone from a bar, I didn’t so much console her. No, I mostly just let her stupid Chihuahua bite my fingers, slouched on an easy chair and recited the ABC’s backwards about 80 times. Of all the things to do when you’re drunk and NOT driving. Some people have sex or make out with randoms, some people eat massive amounts of Taco Bell, some people get into fights, I recite the alphabet in reverse.