Apartment Love

I live in an apartment now which means: bills, rent, and responsibility.  Yay.  Its actually quite amazing.  I haven't been this happy at college since  before I left.  That doesn't really make a lot of sense.  Basically, I'm not happy in a 15 x 12 cinder block room that I'm sharing with someone else.  But just like living in a house on your own, there's always problems.  I feel like every time I get one fixed, there's another one coming.

It started with a window.  I moved in and my window facing the street didn't lock or close or open.  It was kind of perpetually stuck in the same position.  That took about 4 weeks to fix.

I had a leaky air conditioner and an overheating dryer.

I had drafty windows.

My ceiling leaks.  Yes, present tense.  This happened on Wednesday night.  I was sitting on  my couch getting reading to fall asleep when I heard some weird noise coming from the bathroom.  I opened the door and there is water running down the walls and dripping onto the floor. Our mat by the toilet is soaked, and the toilet paper has a hole in it from where the water has been dripping for the past couple of hours I can only assume.

I went to my upstairs neighbors to make sure no one was dead and no one was, but they also didn't want any help fixing the bathroom.  So my only solution: buckets and a phone call.  I called the property manager for the umpteenth time this semester to let them know there is water in the bathroom where it shouldn't be.

Its stopped leaking since then.  I'm just wondering when the bathtub from upstairs will fall through the ceiling.