rip her to SHREDS
my landlady is really a piece of work. as you can imagine, she is a terrible nightmare of a person - because i avoid her all the time and whenever i begin talking about her my shoulders shlump and i look a little more like the grinch. i plot her demise daily and sometimes i wish she fell down the stairs by accident but that's a bit mean. i know. but trust me, this woman is toxic.
so she calls erwan's dad's phone and proceeds to tell him the whole history of mishaps (including the discovery of pantoufle's piss on her stairs, etc) and all this stuff about me running off to another country planning to never pay her for summer. the thing is, i was planning to sublet my apartment but the guy backed out so obviously i'm exactly four days late with payment. but she panicks and calls my school and they tell her i'm not coming back, they don't know for sure because i haven't signed up for any fall classes (this is because i might change my major, and in art school a major can't be changed late in the game). so she thinks i've gone to mexico with my rent money and changed my name to juanita chimichanga or something. THIS MAKES ME LOOK SO BAD, not because i care about her, but hello, she has my number and email address - and she had to call my BOYFRIEND'S dad. who was concerned, by the way, and texted me all morning long. so embarassing. he must be like, "what is my son doing with this girl?"
shit shit. anyway that's all right. i'm sorting it out slowly. someone's already offered to take it in july so we'll see how it goes from there.
damn it. i'm getting closer and closer to home, but this summer is going to be so lonely. i'm really looking forward to seeing everyone again, going to polo and catching some much needed sun at the beach - but it's incomplete without erwan. mainly because summer is the best time to be in love, the sun just puts you in a good mood.
and i think i've solved my problem (refer to last entry), or rather, it was solved for me. no more crisis for this girl, i know who i want to come home with and the past will be buried forever with my platform shoes and crushed velvet flared pants. can't believe i was almost sucked into feeling something that died so long ago.
it's the end of an era.
(THIS SONG IS INCREDIBLE. why can't maroon 5 say it was written for me? i'd love it to be written for me, it's my ultimate fantasy. shit.)
so she calls erwan's dad's phone and proceeds to tell him the whole history of mishaps (including the discovery of pantoufle's piss on her stairs, etc) and all this stuff about me running off to another country planning to never pay her for summer. the thing is, i was planning to sublet my apartment but the guy backed out so obviously i'm exactly four days late with payment. but she panicks and calls my school and they tell her i'm not coming back, they don't know for sure because i haven't signed up for any fall classes (this is because i might change my major, and in art school a major can't be changed late in the game). so she thinks i've gone to mexico with my rent money and changed my name to juanita chimichanga or something. THIS MAKES ME LOOK SO BAD, not because i care about her, but hello, she has my number and email address - and she had to call my BOYFRIEND'S dad. who was concerned, by the way, and texted me all morning long. so embarassing. he must be like, "what is my son doing with this girl?"
shit shit. anyway that's all right. i'm sorting it out slowly. someone's already offered to take it in july so we'll see how it goes from there.
damn it. i'm getting closer and closer to home, but this summer is going to be so lonely. i'm really looking forward to seeing everyone again, going to polo and catching some much needed sun at the beach - but it's incomplete without erwan. mainly because summer is the best time to be in love, the sun just puts you in a good mood.
and i think i've solved my problem (refer to last entry), or rather, it was solved for me. no more crisis for this girl, i know who i want to come home with and the past will be buried forever with my platform shoes and crushed velvet flared pants. can't believe i was almost sucked into feeling something that died so long ago.
it's the end of an era.
(THIS SONG IS INCREDIBLE. why can't maroon 5 say it was written for me? i'd love it to be written for me, it's my ultimate fantasy. shit.)