this is just a sad sideshow.

[rocknload]

I told you guys, lawnmower strapped to a cart. My dad said they used to have these back in the States, before they came to their senses.

Every morning I wake up to the garbage truck, which sings like an ice-cream truck except with fewer notes and it parks outside my building. For half an hour at a time. The first time it shows I'm usually too dead to notice, since that's around the six am mark, but around eight when it shows up again, jesus. I rolled over and tried to cover my face with the pillow but since it's like eighty-five degrees in my room on most mornings sleep is precarious anyway and yeah, the pillow isn't cutting it. So I start most mornings out with hate in my soul.

Follow that up with my failure this morning to realize that the water fountain display said "100" because it was dispensing water that was in fact 100º Celsius, and even as an idiot American I really should've figured that out, y'know? "Is that steam? Really? Ohcrap." This is an excellent way to start my first day of school—which technically doesn't start until eight tonight, but, you know, whatever. Whateveeeeeeeer.

My friend K. is taking courses in Chinese, which I think is completely nuts even though I plan on doing exactly the same thing next semester. Looking at her course material though, looks like I'm going to have to fucking study man. Because, well, shit. The reading alone looks like enough to make me weep. Weep, because in five months that's me.

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[iron.livejournal.com]

The garbage truck SINGS? And it comes TWICE IN THE MORNING? Dude. The garbage trucks over here come three times a week, at four in the morning, and they make a shitload of noise, but since we are New Yorkers, we simply choose not to hear it.

ALSO, YOU ARE ADORABLE. But that does look like a lawnmower, lmfao.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

IT SINGS ABOUT TEN NOTES, over and over again, until the end of time as far as I can tell. It sounds, swear to god, exactly like an ice cream truck, which means that it's impossible to tune out I am pretty sure. Maybe after a few months here I won't notice anymore. But yeah, it comes overall around four or five times a day, because they have this messed up system where that is the only time you're allowed to throw things away! It's super inconvenient.

THANK YOU yeah that thing is crazy, it ran on gasoline and it actually went pretty fucking fast. Like, I'm pretty sure you could flip it if you were really trying.

[nellasaur.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, I would wake up with hate in my soul too.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

I just hope it's not an everyday thing. I suspect that a daily dose of soul hate might negatively affect my life.