how ironic. i was going through my.ucdavis and i scrolled down to check the usual word of the day.
Word of the day:
• apprehension | ap-rih-HEN-shun | noun 1 a : the act or power of perceiving or comprehending b : the result of apprehending mentally : conception
heres a past due blog. i was a little crazy at the time.
its 900 hour. a mere 4 hours remains left to endure. for the past 6 hours i rocked in the corner waking up every thirty minutes. no matter how many times i adjusted my sleeping position, not even the slightest bit of comfort could allow me to fully relax. eyes heavy, arms inside my shirt, feet so numb you might as well have amputated them on the spot. the only supplies i brought with me out on the field consisted of my trusty backpack and a checkbook. 15 other people shared my fate. this was a true battle royale.
actually, this is what i did to get an apartment.
our original plans were to make way to sequoia apartments around 6 or 7 am to fall in line. little did i know that camping out for apartments was a common ritual until my neighborly friend mentioned it. so i told peter about it and we agreed to head out before midnight. oy, we arrived unprepared. already there were 3 people in line; the sight of lawn chairs, sleeping bags, and a tent reassured peter and i that we had made the right decision. i dreaded the thought of sleeping on those big 5 inch decorative stones. a quick journey was made to safeway in hopes of finding some really cheap lawnchairs. no dice. using my junglist filipino survival instincts, i conjured up a makeshift chair by turning a computer monitor from a dumpster upside down, and putting a plastic bag from my back pack over it as a cover. it was no la-z-boy, not even a lawn chair, but it was slightly better than the stones that poked my butt. peters badminton conditioned legs allowed him to stand for a few hours reading until the manager's husband/brother/suitor saved us. he was kind enough to reserve our spots in line and open up the heated rec room to sleep in. a heated room can be pretty comfortable, especially if there are 15 others around you breathing out hot air. of course, all of that becomes useless when the door is wedged open by a giant decorative stone.
following a quick and scrumptious breakfast at safeway (i owe you a buck), we returned to see the true side of everyone else in line. what beaaaauuttiful pasty white faces. my ears were pleasantly amused by the voice of a girl praising the humor in Roadtrip saying, "yeah, there were a lot of naked old men and women, i think the nudity and sex made it funny." welcome to middle school and stand proud young 6th grader. the atmosphere seemed a bit too familiar. it kind of reeked. reeked of freshmen. and they all acted and looked as if they originated from the same gene pool. considering how much louder theyve gotten, its almost as if they multiplied right on the spot. BE GONE YOU SPAWNS OF SATAN. fortunately my inner voice has drowned them out somewhat. poor peter just complained about getting stupider by the minute. i need a shower. its been more than 24 hours. and no, thats not a common practice for me. the only thing more oily than the french fry vat at mcdonalds is my face.
epilogue
we got it. i need some sticky tack.
