Money....
So Morgan and I went to check out the apartments again yesterday. (Bob the maintenance man is the coolest person ever! He tipped us off to a really great unit with the biggest back yard and brand-spanking-new everything inside!) So yeah. That was really cool (even though the application fee was astronomical! And unreasonable 25 bucks per person. Which normally wouldn't be bad, but they made my dad fill out an ENTIRELY SEPERATE APPLICATION even though he's only co-signing. RAWR) Anyways, I think both Morgan and I are just really hoping that we get approved so that we can end this long-distance nightmare and start working on cozify-ing our cohabitation. I'm happier here than I have been in awhile, but I feel a little bi-polar. Yesterday morning was great, and I felt like celebrating all day because of the cool apartment stuff, but then last night at about eight my body just crashed, emotionally and physically. I was exhausted. I didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to stand up and just about everything made me feel like crying. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'll be happy and great for a few hours and then BAM! I die. The fact that this is still happening, even when I know I'm doing better is kind of scaring me. Maybe I really do have some kind of fucked up chemical imbalnace. I can't think of any other way to explain it, and I can't understand why I feel the way that I do. Maybe I'm just stressed about this pending move. I do have a hell of a lot of work to do. Packing, etc. I want to get rid of a lot of my old stuff that I've been dragging around for god knows how long. Downsizing is a good thing. Especially when you're moving into a pretty small place. (800 sq feet. not the tiniest of apartments, but not as big as I'm used to.) Morgan's spending habits are kinda getting to me. We both know that we need to save money for this move and to get ourselves established and all, but he still blows his money. It's not terrible, and it's not like he spends everything he earns, but he's in debt pretty bad (again..) and I know that the brunt of financial responsibility is going to fall on my shoulders. I just don't want to start a pattern that says it's acceptable for me to pay for everything. I buy the groceries, I pay for parking, I pay for most of our food...except for when Morgan goes on a crusade to be the good guy and won't let me pay. I guess it bugs me more than I admit. It's just so weird that someone that can be so anally responsible about damn near everything else in his life has no concept of how to conserve money. Or maybe he just thinks that since I'm more 'privileged' than he is I deserve to pay for everything. I don't get it.