It has been a crazy and hectic past few weeks, which is a major reason why I haven’t been updating as much lately.  As some of you know, Todd (@toadywonders) and I are in the process of moving to a new place together.  We’re currently staying at a temporary home until the lease for our condo begins this Saturday.

You might be wondering why I’m moving, especially since my old place was pretty awesome and was great for hosting fun events.  Apparently, there is a county specific code that states there can be no more than four unrelated people living in one household.  In other words, a family of 12 is allowed to live in one location, but not 12 random people even though each person has their own room within a massive house.  It’s some old, dumb code, but alas it’s still a code.

I unfortunately discovered this code the hard way about a month ago, when a county officer rang our doorbell and I just happened to be the one that answered the door.  The county officer said there was complaint by someone about us and wanted to ask me some questions.  I think it was the fact that he was in uniform and I didn’t want to cause any trouble that led me to comply with all he asked.  As far as I knew we were doing nothing wrong, so what’s the harm of answering truthfully (thought naive me)?

After a brief intro, he asked the following question.  On left is what, in hindsight, I should have done and on the right is what I ended up doing.

Why didn’t I realize I was not obligated to let him in?  So he is now inside and ask me this next question…

My hospitality kicked in or something and I treated the county officer like he was a welcomed guest.  ALEX, Y U NO SHUT UP?! 

After looking around, he then asked me…

Sigh, I know.

My landlord finally came into the house at this point, but by then it was too late.  I had given the officer all the information he needed to give us a notice of our code violation.  I never seen my landlord look so down and defeated.

I felt incredibly guilty and horrible about the situation.  Even though it was technically the landlord’s fault, I couldn’t help but feel responsible for the mess.  If I hadn’t opened that door, 2/3 of us would not have to move out and the landlord, one of the nicest guys I know around here, wouldn’t have to be burdened with finding a new way to pay for the property now that he lost a large portion of rent money.

I do feel better now that some time has passed.  I talked to my landlord and he admitted he knew this would come up eventually.  My new place, although more expensive, has a lot of wonderful perks/amenities and the location is quite convenient.  I guess we’ll have to do a MTV Cribs video once we’re all settled in.

In the mean time, Todd and I will continue to deal with the hassles of moving.  Hope you all had a less stressful month than we did!

June 2010-March 2012. Farewell!

TL;DR A county officer found out my house had too many people living there, so many of us had to leave.

P.S. I still haven’t found my towel, even after clearing out my room and bathroom.  What in the world happened to it??

Baffled.  I’m absolutely baffled.

Long story short, my shower towel somehow vanished into thin air last night sometime between 9pm-10:30pm.

Here are the facts:  I took a shower around 8:50pm last night and dried myself off with my towel a little before 9pm.  I got dressed and watched New Girl (great show, by the way) on tv from 9-9:30pm.  From 9:30-10pm I was just messing around on my computer.  I was on the phone from 10-10:30pm.  After I got off (THE PHONE, @Cakalusa!), I went to brush my teeth in the bathroom.  I finally notice my towel was missing when I attempted to dry off my hands and it wasn’t there.  Huh?

During this whole time, I never once left my room so I know it has to be either in my room or in the bathroom.  I looked everywhere, and I do mean EVERYWHERE:  on my bed, in my pillows, in my laundry basket, in my closet, in my drawers, on the ground near my bed, on the ground everywhere else, behind my desk, in my travel bags, in my fridge, in my PS3, in my tissue box, in the boxers I was wearing, and so on.  I knew I was getting desperate when I started looking up in the air, hoping it was magically floating above me all along.  I’ve search each area multiple times, but nothing yet.

This is really bothering me!  How in the world can a big towel like that disappear in such a small space?! 

I didn’t eat it…

I didn’t flush it down the toilet…

What else could explain this?

What do you guys think happened?  Any other possible locations you would suggest looking in my room and bathroom?  I’m accepting any possibility at this point!

I will update you all if I somehow find it in the mean time.  I’m not going to give up and throw in the towel just yet!  …because well, I can’t…

UPDATE (March 9th):  Still have not seen it =(