The summer has ended. About damn time. As my reward for surviving the summer in a room that was roughly the size of my bedroom when I was in an apartment, and one where if I laid down on the floor I'd cover almost the entire width of the room, I get to move back into my apartment. To help on this endeavor was my dad, who needed the exercise of lifting heavy objects and furniture, and who had the money to spend when it came to renting the U-Haul truck.

After a night where I took my dad to a local Thai restaurant whereupon he talked with the Thai owner in Thai making me feel somewhat out of place considering that I was born in Thailand and the only word I can say is the number six, we both agreed to meet up at campus around 8 the next morning. I managed to wake up at 7:15, and I want to point this out as an accomplishment considering that I've been going to bed around 4 AM for quite some time. Yes, I'm a night owl. Anyway, upon awaking for my last morning in the dorm, I walked over to the shared shower and heard someone inside it. Knowing I had time to spare, I headed back into my room and waited for the chap to be done. Let's move 45 minutes into the future and the ****ing idiot is still in there. How much time do you seriously have to take in the shower? It's a guy's shower. If it was a girl, then I'd understand, you girls have to take time to look pretty in the morning. Us guys? We don't really care what we look like until we get some coffee in our system. Seeing as how I didn't have any other choice, I had to go use the crappy shower stalls. Now in the dormitory of San Jose State University, there are two types of bathrooms. There's the one that I've used for the entire summer that was being used by a guy who needs to take an hour to groom himself and do whatever the hell it was he needed to do, which is more like a regular bathroom. You can lock the door and take a shower all to yourself without worrying about anyone walking in on you. As for the other bathroom, this is more of a communal bathroom. There are multiple shower stalls and yes people can walk in on your if they're too drunk to notice that hey, I'm ****ing in here and no I'm not a woman so please keep your hands off me. There are three stalls, two of which are about the width and length of a coffin while the third is large enough for a friend to join you if you so wish. Sadly for the third, there is no lip to the stall, so all the water flows into the center of the area into the drain. Why they decided to make it like that? I haven't a clue. It couldn't possibly be because when that floor is wet, it's as slippery as ice, especially when the water is soap water.

Anyway, shower done I met my dad and off we went to grab the U-Haul truck and fill it with my furniture. That didn't take too long and once that was done we headed back and I managed to get my keycard to the new apartment. This is now the part of the story where our heroes (me) hit a snag. Upon getting the keycard I was informed that I have two hours to move all of my stuff out of my dorm and into the apartment before they kick us out. Not really thinking much of it at the time (this is foreshadowing) my dad and I manage to get everything out just in time. Then it was time to deal with the furniture.

My apartment is unfurnished, and it's one of the few that is unfurnished, so I had to bring my furniture along. Last time when I moved in, my mom was present and luckily she wasn't as that meant I could delegate where things went so it felt like I did something. You know, have a particular comfortable flavor. The move in with the furniture went well aside from that fact that I almost broke an Exit sign in the hallway of the building. Yeah. I was carrying my bed frame above my head, as it was less painful that way, and caught the sign on the ceiling. What happened next was my calling to my dad asking what direction the sign was originally pointing. There were other Exit signs on the walls, as this sign was at a corner, yet those signs didn't really help out, as one pointed to the right and the other to the left. If you're also wondering, both of these wall signs were located right above one another, so you could imagine my confusion in the moment of trying to turn the ceiling sign in the right direction. I'm still not sure it's pointing in the correct direction, and I'm reminded of this every time I walk down the corridor.

Moving on, furniture done, my dad and I refueled the U-Haul truck and made our way to return the darned thing. Now the place we rented from was located rather close by inside a gated area, most likely to keep people from stealing those precious U-Haul trucks. Upon arrival, however, the gate was closed barring our entry. Confused, we tried calling the place to no reply and found out the guy who owned the place closed at 3:00 PM. It was currently 3:05 PM. So yes. We missed the guy by five minutes. If you're wondering, the day I moved in was on a Thursday. A weekday. Who closes at 3:00 on a weekday? Seriously.

Needing to think fast and avoiding getting hit by a car, I called up my mom to ask where we can find another U-Haul service in the area. She gave us an address and a phone number and off we went. So this route to get to the new U-Haul place took my dad and I along I-280 which then became I-680 before getting onto the 101 and then onto I-880, all in a span of five minutes. We turned the truck in and found out, much to our growing distress, that because we were five minutes late and had to turn the truck in to a different location we were charged $200. That's not a joke in anyway, despite the fact that I was chuckling about how stupid the situation had become. Knowing there wasn't much to do about it aside from filing a formal complaint, we headed back to campus. On the way back, seeing as how we were both in bad moods, I turned on some Robin Williams. He does a great job at lightening the mood.

So it was a rather productive day that unfortunately ended on a sour note, one made even more sour due to the fact that the delay in getting the truck returned meant my dad couldn't stay to eat at this one great sandwich place near campus I had been telling him about. He had to head on down south to see my grandmother, his mom, and have a nice steak dinner with a few cousins.

Since that time, I did absolutely nothing on Friday, aside from playing an unhealthy amount of NHL 09 and yesterday I finally managed to get my parking permit and somehow find out the building RA was stalking me. I'm pretty sure wearing the same t-shirt when we first met probably clued her into who I was, she let out a few words that indicated she knew a bit too much about what happened on Thursday. She does have a day off Monday.... >_>