So last night, I came back exhausted from Toronto to discover a kitchen full of half-drunk beers. Nobody was there, but I figured one of the other people who lives here during the school year had moved in early. Sure enough, a bunch of them showed up at like two in the morning. I went to bed, didn't fall asleep because of all the yelling and screaming. At half past three, they'd all gone out back to drink or something, that is, the one's who could stand. There was a fellow with no pants half-conscious in the bathroom, two more passed out on the sofa, and a lit marijuana bong in the kitchen. I've been hiding in my room since then.

Somehow everyone but one got up at like nine, woke me up with more yelling, and took off golfing at ten. I had a peek around, and there's a plastic cup melted into the counter, all my dishes are dirty and scattered around the place and it smells like weed in here. I can hear the guy who stayed coughing up mucus in the bathroom...

The guy I'm renting from is going to get an interesting conversation when he gets back. If I knew who actually owned the place, I would talk to him, but I don't so my options are limited.

I paid my rent by post-dated cheque, so if I act before Tuesday, I can get my rent back for August, but I'm going home in like a bit more than two weeks. I might be able to stay in a house my professor owns until then, but I'm not sure. I get the feeling this isn't a one-time thing, judging from the three cases of beer still in the fridge. I have a lot of expensive electronics here, but if I stuff them in the car, and lower my standards, I can probably stick it out until I can get out of here but it won't be any fun.