CandiCame
Rocket Grunt
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Well, my roommate kicked me out over this "redneck bullshit" because my parents, whom the court decided I did not need protection from- called him a bunch of times at work threating to kill him if he didn't turn me over to them and he's actually scared. He knows what my scars are from- I've done mushrooms with him. Anyway, he decided to to this in the most fucking depressing way ever- right now. Before Christmas. Right before motherfucking Christmas. I don't know why this bothers me so bad, as an agnostic or athiest or whatever I am, but it does. He says I have until the end of Christmas break to clear my shit out- I'm gonna try and have it out by the 26th. I've kinda hated him since he refused to back me in court anyway- not a lot- not in a way that I would mention, because I understand fear, but in that little way in the back of my mind that just colors the way I see him now- as a coward. Plus, I know if I said it was "Christmastime" or some shit, he would look at me funny and say, "I'm a vagina jew and you're an athiest- and we're broke as shit- there's no way either of us can give a shit about this fucking religious, capatalist holiday." And he would roll his eyes, and I would have to admit to him and myself that yeah, that was true, and stop bitching about it- right? So why does it seem to matter?
Anyway- so then I call my boyfriend, to tell him that I am homeless, and he says, after one of those really long talks that I thought I had somehow relinquished by dating a guy- I thought we all universally loathed these- that he doesn't think it's a good idea if we move in together.
I just stare at the phone.
"Dude?" I say after a minute- not baby- or any other kind of cute, sweet, or whatever nickname- one person to another, "This is... I am kinda fucked."
"No you're not-" he sighed, "It's not like you can't come over, but... you're just..."
I knew what he was trying to say, but was to nice, to in live to say- "crazy" "annoying". So I filled in the blanks.
"Just..." he sighed, "To much passion- about everything. You have to much passion. Chill the fuck out. I cannot live at that level of energy 24/7. No one can."
So- that's the gist of that. I'm getting a storage building and the temp agency is starting me on a new assignment (conveniently) on the 26th and I'll also get my check (conveniently) on the 26th. So I'll go apartment hunting and get one of those bachelor apartments with exposed brick and shit. I shall play Halo 4 long into the night and NO ONE WILL BITCH! Hell- I can finally be warm in my own house (which only happens around 78-80% I have no idea why. That's the temperature I like. It's not that I can't withstand colder temperatures- I mean, I'm sitting outside as I type this, drinking coffee in a sweater and I'm cool. But I like to be warm) and no one will bitch. It seems perfect- it would be me finishing school, working and managing my own money and never listening to anyone bitch. Plus, a bunch of people will be needing out of their leases because they graduated and are moving somewhere less depressing then my hometown. So it's actually probably going to be alright.
Oh, but I also will have a steady schedual again now that school's out, so I'll probably start writing again- *maybe soon from the privacy of my own apartment*
So... what happened while I was making final projects and doing those stupid-ass critiques? Who wants to know way more then they ever need to about why after taking intro to Psy and EDF312 at the same time that I HATE Piaget? Because those are things that will be totally right there until I get my new apartment and have my housewarming party and get something to replace my blood with that will totally obliterate the memory of the past four months into the distant past. That's my current goal... anyway.
Seriously, what's happened while I was gone? Anything awesome? There were only like, 4 highlighted threads. I'm going to start writing again.
Anyway- so then I call my boyfriend, to tell him that I am homeless, and he says, after one of those really long talks that I thought I had somehow relinquished by dating a guy- I thought we all universally loathed these- that he doesn't think it's a good idea if we move in together.
I just stare at the phone.
"Dude?" I say after a minute- not baby- or any other kind of cute, sweet, or whatever nickname- one person to another, "This is... I am kinda fucked."
"No you're not-" he sighed, "It's not like you can't come over, but... you're just..."
I knew what he was trying to say, but was to nice, to in live to say- "crazy" "annoying". So I filled in the blanks.
"Just..." he sighed, "To much passion- about everything. You have to much passion. Chill the fuck out. I cannot live at that level of energy 24/7. No one can."
So- that's the gist of that. I'm getting a storage building and the temp agency is starting me on a new assignment (conveniently) on the 26th and I'll also get my check (conveniently) on the 26th. So I'll go apartment hunting and get one of those bachelor apartments with exposed brick and shit. I shall play Halo 4 long into the night and NO ONE WILL BITCH! Hell- I can finally be warm in my own house (which only happens around 78-80% I have no idea why. That's the temperature I like. It's not that I can't withstand colder temperatures- I mean, I'm sitting outside as I type this, drinking coffee in a sweater and I'm cool. But I like to be warm) and no one will bitch. It seems perfect- it would be me finishing school, working and managing my own money and never listening to anyone bitch. Plus, a bunch of people will be needing out of their leases because they graduated and are moving somewhere less depressing then my hometown. So it's actually probably going to be alright.
Oh, but I also will have a steady schedual again now that school's out, so I'll probably start writing again- *maybe soon from the privacy of my own apartment*
So... what happened while I was making final projects and doing those stupid-ass critiques? Who wants to know way more then they ever need to about why after taking intro to Psy and EDF312 at the same time that I HATE Piaget? Because those are things that will be totally right there until I get my new apartment and have my housewarming party and get something to replace my blood with that will totally obliterate the memory of the past four months into the distant past. That's my current goal... anyway.
Seriously, what's happened while I was gone? Anything awesome? There were only like, 4 highlighted threads. I'm going to start writing again.
