The Perils of a New Life

There are things in this life that I hate doing more anything else. They include, but are not limited to, finding a job, finding a place to live, buying and/or selling a car, and walking up stairs.
Number One - Finding a Job:
It's something that everybody wants, but not everyone can get. I have yet to find a job for this school year. Hopefully I can get to the part-time job fair in between my classes. When I was trying to explain the jobs fair to Monday, I kept calling it a carnival. Wouldn't that be amazing? You can get cotton candy and a job all in the same place! Talk about making a horrible experience better...
Number Two - Finding a Place to Live:
Everyone wants the cheapest housing and there seems to be less and less of it around these days.  Luckily, I have Princess Miserella. While I was in China, these months past, she emailed me to come back to Waverly Academy so we could live together again. I said sure because getting a real education... In accounting... Or spells and hexes... should be important to me. Any who, she found us a lovely little shanty called the Winter Woods. We happen to live on the third floor... with no elevators... and we have to park underneath... So many stairs... Our bathtub doesn't drain like it should, and while it's kind of annoying to shower in an inch of dirty water, I have spontaneously broken out into river dance and quite a party in the bathroom. Also my bedroom is absolutely dreary. I need it to be painted in order to fully create my own melancholy this semester.
Number 3: The Stairs
One day, whilst trudging up the staircase, I noticed some wasps hanging out on the wall. I monitored the situation and noticed that they were beginning to build a nest there. Although I am not opposed to these critters being alive, I do not want to be their neighbors. When I told the office girl about said problem, she simply replied, "That sounds bad," and then added it to her list of things to do. I understand that fixing drains and painting rooms are notable pursuits and valid issues, but I am talking about bugs that kill people! And I am speaking dramatically of a great many sci-fi movies. I gave the office two days to show that they cared about the wasp problem, but the wasps continued to build their nest. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was speaking with Grandmama on the subject of what I could do to irradicate the wasps, and she said she had a wonderful poison that can shoot up to 22 ft. I thanked her for letting me borrow it, but I severely doubted the claims that it could reach far enough. I decided to go after them in the dead of night while they were sleeping.  This way they would wake-up and be dead. It is more humane that way. Well, I went out and took a test shot. OH MY GOODNESS!! They were not lying. My only hope is that no one was standing underneath the southeast stairwell because I really wasn't expecting that, and I may have missed the wall... Any way, after spraying the wasps, I ran like a bat to its cave into my apartment (just in case any of them weren't fully asleep and were angry that I tried to kill them.) The next morning, when I walked out into the living room, Miserella greeted me with a "good morning" and I answered, "Good morning!" and then lowering my voice to a creepy whisper, I stated, "I killed all the bugs." She just looked at me funny so I offered to show her the small pile of wasps in the corner of the stairwell. Yep I did that. Then I went and looked around the whole complex for more infestations because it was quite fun ridding our stairs of those pests.
The end... for now...
Tish