What Time Is It, Mr. Wolf? TIME TO LIVE IN A COMMUNE!

So today was the infamous moving day. I now live in an "artist's community" that was formerly a creepy old folks' home.

As you probably suspected, I'm a little exhausted. But I thought I would share with you a short list of quotes from today that really sum everything up.

This list will begin now ("Beginning list, Captain!"):

White dude with sideways baseball cap and baggy pants: "So, the security sweeps...will those be like every night? Will I have to let them in my room?"
Landlord: "Oh no, they won't be going in your room. Someone will just be going through the halls and making sure there aren't any prositutes hanging around or anything."
Old hippy man: "So you won't know if I have grow lamps running?"

Man in tight pants that looks like Frodo Baggins: "So, um, can we like earn credit towards buying miniature refrigerators?"
Landlord: "Um...what?"
Man in tight pants that looks like Frodo Baggins: "Can we get points towards mini fridges?"
Landlord: "Uhh...there's a Standard TV and Appliance down the road..."

My mom: "Lauren, there's a hole in your bathroom wall."
Me: "Holy crap..."

My mom: "I have to go to the bathroom and I'm not going to use yours while the Mexican construction workers are in there fixing your wall...I'm gonna go try those public restrooms down the hall."
Me: "Okay, I have to go to, I'll join you."
(We look inside the ladies' restroom)
Me: "I don't have to go anymore."
My mom: "Yeah...I can hold it."

Old guy who is excited about banjos: "Hey, you're a musician dude, right? Did you see my banjo? I just moved it in?"
Me: "Yeah, I saw somebody going up the stairs with a banjo..."
Old guy who is excited about banjos: "Which one was it? Was it silver made of wood?
Me: "I don't know, I just noticed that it was a banjo..."
Old guy who is excited about banjos: "By the way, I'm going to have bluegrass jams at my place!"

(while wondering around the deserted hallways)
My friends Chad, David, and Megan: "This place reminds me of 'Twelve Monkeys.'"

(Chad and I are carrying stuff up to my room)
Gorgeous Man Lurking Around The Kitchen: "Hey, how's it goin?"
(Chad and I continue up the stairs after some breif introductions and small talk)
Chad: "That guy is so gay. Totally eyeing me."
Me: "He's not gay! He's just pretty."
Chad: "Straight guys don't dress that well. He's at least bisexual."

All of us: "Oh man, somebody's really smokin a joint right now..."

Sign on the wall: "ATTENTION RESIDENTS - Hot water in the building will not be working until Tuesday."

The place was deserted tonight, with the exception of the gorgeous man lurking around the kitchen and some short-haired blonde chick who was hot boxin it up in her room. I enjoy having the ability to take showers, so I took the liberty of going back to my parent's house for the night. I'll go back tomorrow to move a few more things in and organize my new room.

Everyone keeps telling me I'm so brave for trying this commune thing. I'm really not that brave. In fact, I think I've spent the last 24 hours going "OMG, I'm moving into a commune full of strangers! What am I thinking?" Nah, I'm not brave. I'm just curious and ready for a change.

And you know what? I am so excited. Really. :D

That is, despite the fact I probably won't fully move in until Tuesday now because of the hot water issue. The place is still under a bit of construction. It should be really cool when it all comes together. It already is pretty cool, but hopefully it will soon become the pee-in-the-hallway-bathrooms-without-the-fear-of-getting-a-disease kind of cool.

Oh man. I live for new adventures. I feel strangely optimistic tonight. It's a good feeling.

I promise I'll write a more coherent post on all of this sometime in the near future. But for now - this is Lauren The Starving Artist, signing off!