For January in the mountains it sure is warm. It was into the 50s(f) today. After the mini blizzard that we had Thursday night. That was fun driving into work in. Its mostly gone now and the roads are clear. Its shaping up to be another mild winter. But thanks to my dumbass stoner roommate, my power bill is up to $80. For a snow board instructor, he can’t take the cold! Pussy… I also found out that my year lease that starts in February does not actually end until JULY!!! FUCK YOU APP SOUTH! I hope that there will still be spaces available at Hunter’s old building. If I am going to be stuck here at my current digs until the summer, Forrest is gone! I am taking over the lease for the whole apartment in March because I will be broke for most of February, but by March his ass and that shitty brown Mexican dope he smokes will be gone like last week. I didn’t want him, Sean pawned him off on me. I am sick of him and his degenerate friends. I caught one of them trying to walk in like he owned the damn place. come March 1st (maybe the 15th) I am changing the locks. 

Who knew having time off could be so frustrating. 

I am so used to working that I do not know what to do with myself with my time off. That is so fucked up.

Between school and work I was always going all the time. Sometimes 7 days a week. I hope I don’t turn into one of those old farts that says they need something to do after they retire. Of course I would have money then and could do a hell of a lot more  than I can at my current income. 

I did stay in bed until 11. I was going to get up to catch the matinee at the theater, but I was too lazy. 

My new roommate is a total douche bag. Thank GOD that I only have to put up him until February. He is perfect example of the bumbling stoner stereotype. He has dreadlocks, a high pitched laugh and is completely lazy and irresponsible. One day I came home to find him stoned out of his mind, watching my DVDs, with the heat turned up all the way with two windows open. There was a bottle of teriyaki turned over in the refrigerator. When I asked him about he said “Oh wow! That sucks” and flopped back down on the couch. He left me to clean up. 

I hate being around drunk people when I am sober, now I hate high people when I am straight. 

Also, the son of a bitch thinks that I am some how obligated to share my movies, my books and my futon with him. 

I hope I can get a place by myself by the time my lease runs out.