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LIFE UPDATE:
I am being evicted! If you asked for a reason I would not be able to give you one.
I think it's a combination of the following factors:
1) I was kind of bad at doing the dishes sometimes (but I was good for long periods, and the house owners were sometimes worse than me.)
2) I left my stuff in the living room (because one of them told me I could and also I didn't want to pick it up after their cats peed all over it.)
3) Various other petty reasons (for instance I used their band-aids instead of getting my own when I cut my hand [note: actual reason given to me])
4) They don't like me.
5) They wanted more rent money (there's already an ad on craigslist for my room and it's $50 more expensive.)
I wish they had communicated with me in any way that there was something wrong, because I'm a grown up and I'm capable of changing my behavior to suit others, but apparently communication is harder than just throwing me out without any warning (just as school is starting and while my girlfriend is visiting.)
I am fine with moving out, because the living situation was basically totally unacceptable anyway. I could talk about the various problems but why go into detail when I can talk about what was essentially the critical factor for me: cat shit. The place was covered in it. All the time & it never got cleaned up. Now imagine the type of people who are fine living knee deep in cat shit but get angry with me if I leave a plate in the sink, and imagine the sorts of problems that might be associated with them. You now have a pretty good idea of why I am fine with moving.
Now my only problem is that wherever I move is going to be much more expensive. I considered moving in with this guy from craigslist who is a personal trainer, and got so far as to confirm that I would move in, but then he sent me this bizarre e-mail about how a lawyer he knows said he had too many liabilities and that he needs to draft a contract before I can move in and it turns out that he thinks this will take like two months and also that he is the type of person who doesn't know how to use quotation marks. I think maybe someone else gave him a better offer and he's trying to let me down easy. Whatever.
When I read his e-mail it occurred to me that I never want to live in anyone else's house again.
So I'm getting an apartment. If Elliot comes through I'll share it with him, but otherwise I'm going it alone. I can afford it provided that I stop spending money on things like sweaters from Target, movies and burger street.
Anyway, now I am having all these fantasies about finally living in my own place and it is really starting to sound good.
In other news all my classes are cool. Here is the run down:
Calc II (Easy 'cause I learned how to study for it)
Discrete Math for Computing (This class is going to be really fun)
Cognitive Psychology (Meets once a week, the teacher is cool)
Blah Blah Blah Humanities (This is about the middle ages, the teacher is a big Umberto Eco fan, you know what's up)
Honors seminar (Meets once a week, no real assignments, I get to work on my thesis)
So school is good.
I am being evicted! If you asked for a reason I would not be able to give you one.
I think it's a combination of the following factors:
1) I was kind of bad at doing the dishes sometimes (but I was good for long periods, and the house owners were sometimes worse than me.)
2) I left my stuff in the living room (because one of them told me I could and also I didn't want to pick it up after their cats peed all over it.)
3) Various other petty reasons (for instance I used their band-aids instead of getting my own when I cut my hand [note: actual reason given to me])
4) They don't like me.
5) They wanted more rent money (there's already an ad on craigslist for my room and it's $50 more expensive.)
I wish they had communicated with me in any way that there was something wrong, because I'm a grown up and I'm capable of changing my behavior to suit others, but apparently communication is harder than just throwing me out without any warning (just as school is starting and while my girlfriend is visiting.)
I am fine with moving out, because the living situation was basically totally unacceptable anyway. I could talk about the various problems but why go into detail when I can talk about what was essentially the critical factor for me: cat shit. The place was covered in it. All the time & it never got cleaned up. Now imagine the type of people who are fine living knee deep in cat shit but get angry with me if I leave a plate in the sink, and imagine the sorts of problems that might be associated with them. You now have a pretty good idea of why I am fine with moving.
Now my only problem is that wherever I move is going to be much more expensive. I considered moving in with this guy from craigslist who is a personal trainer, and got so far as to confirm that I would move in, but then he sent me this bizarre e-mail about how a lawyer he knows said he had too many liabilities and that he needs to draft a contract before I can move in and it turns out that he thinks this will take like two months and also that he is the type of person who doesn't know how to use quotation marks. I think maybe someone else gave him a better offer and he's trying to let me down easy. Whatever.
When I read his e-mail it occurred to me that I never want to live in anyone else's house again.
So I'm getting an apartment. If Elliot comes through I'll share it with him, but otherwise I'm going it alone. I can afford it provided that I stop spending money on things like sweaters from Target, movies and burger street.
Anyway, now I am having all these fantasies about finally living in my own place and it is really starting to sound good.
In other news all my classes are cool. Here is the run down:
Calc II (Easy 'cause I learned how to study for it)
Discrete Math for Computing (This class is going to be really fun)
Cognitive Psychology (Meets once a week, the teacher is cool)
Blah Blah Blah Humanities (This is about the middle ages, the teacher is a big Umberto Eco fan, you know what's up)
Honors seminar (Meets once a week, no real assignments, I get to work on my thesis)
So school is good.