I was going to use direct quotes from the various reviews that I read about the hotel for the students, but rereading those now would really infuriate me. I probably should have been slightly more skeptical about the validity of those reviews since the hotel doesn't have its own website. I mean, how hard is it to setup a simple website? I currently have three blogs, only this one is active at the moment, but they exist. And in theory, if I wanted to... actually... that gives me an idea.
I just spent the last ten minutes making a mocksite. You should check it out here. That's what the reviews should have said, but didn't.
I suppose I should discuss a few of these photos I've posted in case you didn't read my mocksite. Shame on you, by the way. I spent entire minutes of my life finding a free website host, choosing a design theme, providing brilliant text, and uploading my wonderful photos. I even activated the site via email confirmation and published four pages into one completely non-useful, but functional website. Seriously, minutes of my life went into that. Look at some photos. The things I do for you...
This is the eternal sink in my bathroom. I've learned to simply keep the bathroom door shut and ignore it. It is seriously musky in there, too. Everything is wet all the time and there's a mildewy mist that just... I don't like going in there at all. But, sometimes I must.
The pink is a somewhat odd choice. I probably would have gone a different way. Yeah.
I brought my xbox 360 with me for the downtime between class and sleep, but xbox 360 doesn't even have a coaxial cable as an option. I would need to go buy a damn converter just to be able to use the thing on this ancient television which is actually older than I am by a couple years. Yeah. I am really, really happy about that. Also making me really happy is the fact there is no wifi in my room, which was the one thing I actually cared about having. I was very excited when I read the reviews and I saw that wifi was mentioned several times. Lying sons of bitches. I could endure just about anything if you just give me internet access. Seriously. I could overlook everything plus a decomposing body and... the addition of a chicken processing plant next door - for examples - if I was online. Seriously. If I'm connected, who cares about anything else? I don't. Which is just too damn bad in this case. I care alot about all of it.
A few photos to give you a glimpse into where I spend my time when I'm not diligently learning my new trade so I can graduate as early as possible and get the fuck out of here. I understand that I should expect with my new choice of lifestyle that I might on occasion be a temporary guest at a place like this, but I'm not there yet. I'm still in school. I haven't started my life on the road. I'm still accustomed to a certain quality of life. I've lived in places like this before and those were some of the worst times of my life - some of the best, too, but mostly really horrible and devastating to the point that I'll probably never really get into it either in post or conversation. That is saying alot, right there. There's almost nothing I won't share, especially the horrible shit and especially semi-anonymously online. I love rehashing the trauma of my life. But, not that. And being reminded of those moments of my past is really unhealthy for me. I usually sleep until I have to wake up for class. I just want it to be the next day and the next and hopefully before long it'll be over and I'll be gone.
But in the meantime, appreciate the fact that I'm sharing some of this experience with you and that you're not me right now.
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