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I've tried to take this apartment thing in stride, even to the point where I’ve told myself that since this is my very first apartment that I’m embarking on some new adventure. But the more I live here the more I realize that it’s just like dorm living, which I am quite experienced at since I lived in a dorm (Davis-Gary—WHOOP!), for four years in college, I've come to the conclusion that it's pretty much the same. You deal with noise and the fact that many other people are living around me, and you have to be respectful of that-nothing more.

In other news, I’ll relay that I’ve been thinking about ways to make improvements around this joint. For starters: there are many people here with dogs. And I remember being 19 and wanting a pet, and realizing that if I were given the opportunity, I may well have made the same bad decision of getting a puppy that would have turned into a 60 lb dog, knowing full well that the 40 square feet I was paying to live in was not the best environment for a big dog. And these folks will just have to learn that lesson themselves. Meanwhile- there are a few green patches around the complex I live in, and it’s very tough to navigate your way throughout this land mine when folks are not willing to follow the letter of the leases we all signed and pick up the crap that your dog lays around the place. And having a 6 lb dog that only lays pencil sized “biggies” I do feel a certain amount of animosity for those who let their dog drop massive piles of shit all over the areas leading up and around my apartment, and not taking care to pick them up. They even provide bags, people! So I’m thinking of starting a campaign which would at the very least include flyers posting :

“Don’t be a Douche…
PICK UP THE POOP!”

I’m thinking I will be enlisting the help of Texas State in the way of stealing paper and printer ink from the office in order to post them around my immediate living area. Now, I’m not normally someone who want to be the first to crash a party, but dammit, I counted no less than 6 (SIX!) dog patties on the from my car to the front of the building, so I’m thinking it’s not just a problem affecting me, but one also that relates to those non-pet owners that neighbor my apartment as well.

As an aside, I'd like to admit that I’ve made some spurious decisions as of late that have not made me feel good at all. I’m not a stupid girl, but I’ve been acting like one, and all of that noise just needs to stop. And so it will.