the garbage grove

'so goodbye to garbage grove
where the scum of the o.c. roam
you cant blame zach 'n i for leaving
we just never felt at home'

-sir elton


so it was sort of hard to leave the garbage grove. i spent the last week studying for a final. one night, after studying for many hours, adam and i decided that we should help out zach by gathering all of his belongings and placing them in one designated area so that when it came time to move, all of his things would be neatly in one place. so we went into his room and put everything in his closet. we couldnt fit his bed in there since it was too big, but everything else fit. we then padlocked the closet and safely hid the key so that no one would be able to access any of zach's belongings. the garbage grove is a scary place. you cant be too cautious. two thoughts:
1. adam and i really arent as juvenile as it may seem. its really not our fault. we had been sitting in the apartment or the library for 5 days straight studying for our stupid consitutional law final and we couldnt help it. ask anyone that has done law school finals before. they are ridiculous and require so much time and studying. we were going partially insane from all the studying and we just needed a break or an outlet. we figured there was no better outlet than to take a few moments to help out our third roommate while he was away working his 24 hour e.m.t shift. really, not juvenile. just more of a combination of being cooped up in the same place for too long, needing an outlet, and being inherently thoughtful guys.

2. i must commend zach on this one because in the end he probably had the last laugh. he never responded to what happened. adam and i were at the library when he got home and we expected a phone call or something, but hours passed and he never called. when we got home zach still didnt say anything which left adam i feeling awkward and wondering if zach was upset. we eventually asked zach about it and he told us that he never responded because he didnt want us to have the satisfaction of hearing him react to it. he wasnt upset, but he was right, without hearing his reaction, there was very little satisfaction to what we did. almost as though it wasnt a true act of service.


the other eventful part of leaving the garbage grove was finally meeting our furry friend. he had made himself manifest to us a few weeks ago by pooping in our mixing bowl. before we knew it he was pooping all over the countertops. one time he finallly pooped in the bathroom but he missed the toilet. i think that it was the pooping that really bothered us. i mean, none of us poop on the counter, and if he wasnt going to abide by apartment rules, then he just couldnt stay. since we were all moving out in a week, we didnt really care if the problem was solved. but we were willing to go out and buy some of those old fashioned snapping mouse traps because they are fun to set and bait. we never really thought we would succeed, but sure enough, when we got home from spiderman, our furry friend got his hand caught in the cookie jar (actually, it was more like his neck caught underneath a snapping metal rod).

Mouse trap
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so it was difficult to leave. we had to leave adam and he was replaced by 5 other guys. im sure
there are negative parts about the new place, like having to share a room again, i just cant remember them all at the moment because when i was upset about it i stepped outside and walked 10 yards to the boardwalk and went for a jog. that helped clear my mind. here is a picture from our roof. not the best photo of where we live, but you get the idea.