I know I have been here for like 2 months already so I am not going to dwell on the passed 2 months because they are insignificant now. Plus the entire situation is frustrating and if I talk about it I might throw my laptop at Rebeccas cat. So this week! We have all been in and out of the house (like usual). Danni and Devon (the two that live in the living room) still do not know where our trash bin is. We have to take our trash from the second floor down the stairs and around the corner to the bigger trash bin outside. Seems easy, but for some reason out of 5 20 year old girls none of us seem to be mature enough to take the trash down stairs. Danni and Devon still don't know where it is but they know where the pool is...hmm. The pool by the way is literally on the other side of the complex while the trash bin is right next to where they park their cars. Dingus (Rebccas cat) has also made several attempts to give my poor fish (Nigel) a heart attack. I just moved Nigel into my bathroom and strategically placed a piggybank on top of his bowl so Dingus wouldn't eat him in the middle of the night. I am really not down for a missing fish. Other than that Rebecca just got back from her family vacation and its anyone's guess as to when she will be home this week. Rebecca is normally never home due to her lack of a car, 2 jobs, and her boy friend. So while she is off with her man I am taking care of her cat like the lonely single best friend I am.