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Niklas counted it out, and I've got ninety days left of school. Thinking about it, I've had a really good time up here... and there are a lot of things I enjoyed about living on my own. I've pretty much been able to do whatever I want, whenever-- Eat a massive, full course meal-- or just live off of Doritos for a week. I can go out without checking with someone. I don't have to leave a note. I can leave my apartment as big of a mess as I please, and only have to do laundry when the urge strikes. If I wanted to, I could walk around naked-- and there's no one stopping me from waking up at three o'clock if it's that kind of day.



All of this shit is awesome, and I'll be looking forward to doing it again when I move out for good-- But, there's one thing I know I'm not going to miss.



Buying my own toilet paper has been the biggest pain in the ass. It's something I completely took for granted back home, as my parents always had it covered. Sure, you might run out-- but, you can always find another roll, or a suitable substitute somewhere in the house. Not always the case in my lair. Sure, there's a chance I may also have some paper towels-- but, that's a gamble. Then you're down to wiping your ass with notebook and newspaper-- which isn't fun.



So then, of course, you're down to walking (or waddling, if it was a newspaper situation) down to the Seven Eleven to buy another pack of rolls... and you can't just buy toilet paper on it's own-- because then the dude at the counter knows that you're just going to head home and wipe your ass. So then you have to blow another five bucks on whatever you grab on your way to the counter.



God damn, it sucks. I'm sure you'll all feel the same burn when you're on your own. I wonder if there's a lifetime of toilet paper contest I can enter, or something.

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