The summer is over, the girls are gone and the lads are soon to be reunited once Mike makes his prodigal move in tonight. It’s been a long a long 4 months, a long four months that I greatly anticipated ending soon.  In retrospect I wish I hadn’t, waiting for summer to end only did one thing, ruin summer, but as unhappy was I was about my living conditions I came away with some gained knowledge of people, of life and how it’s definitely worth it to screen your future tenants before you share a house with them. I suppose that’s pretty obvious to most people, but we were in a time crunch when he offered them the house, the situation was live with the strangers or we would not get the house.

 But the summer is over, aside from a few fermenting banana’s, some coffee stains and a roach infestation that should be cleared out soon, (I’m absolutely positive that the only reason we have roaches is because of the 3^rd world condition the kitchen was constantly left in) things are okay around here.

 As for myself I’ve learned I’m an extremely tidy person in comparison to kids my own age, take that Mom! And that I’m probably a little bit OC (obsessive compulsive not Orange County).  Which is probably one of the easier disorders to self diagnose, I mean, how many people honestly claim to have a disorder that forces them to sweep the kitchen 5 times a day? It’s one thing to say you suffer from ADD or Depression; it doesn’t really result in any more work, or effort. But Obsessive Compulsive takes some exertion.

 I’ve learned that people can be both stupid and self righteous, probably the most tedious combination.  I was resented for asking people to lock doors at night, to clean their recyclables before they tossed them in the bin, to not leave dirty plates in their rooms as we already have a mouse problem, for paying their bills for them and for cleaning up after them constantly. Well I’m not 100% sure of any of these exactly, I know I was complained about but the only interaction I had with the room mates were under the aforementioned circumstances.

 So either way, I was much happier this summer when I was away from the house, but the feeling around the shire today feels as good as it did when we first got the place. Things are about to be restored to their rightful state; I get to live with my good friends, no more cramped TV watching in bedrooms,  no more chick peas in the sink, no more pretentious hipsters congregating in the living room, in conclusion September you will rock.