What is that creepy orange red glowing porch, you ask.
Could it be Provo's red light district?
Or maybe the insane asylum portion to a homemade haunted house?
No, folks. I regret to inform you it is actually a locally famous apartment known as the CHEETAH MANSION and I happen to have the honor of living there.
Why are all three cups a different shape?
Why is our ottoman broken? haha.
Why do we have 8,000 wedding announcements on our bulletin board?
Why are our stairs filthy when we got the carpets cleaned three weeks ago?
Why is there constantly a half eaten tub of funfetti frosting in the fridge?
I do believe it is because we are in COLLEGE.
And we are too poor/lazy (debatable) to buy a real light bulb so we use the anti-bug one we find in the basement. And we have a ghetto dishwasher that likes to melt our ugly brown cups into art projects. And Dani throws too many parties to keep the carpet clean. And all our friends are married. And because of that we have to eat frosting.
I admit I'm excited to get out but I admit even more that I kind of love College.