I'M NOT DEAD
Wow. Hello friends. I haven't been here in so long, I honestly don't even know how to handle myself on the internet anymore. Did LJ change the font of it's entries? It looks smaller....also the spacing has changed. EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT. IS THIS HOW FLESHY!MATT FEELS?
Anyway.
I really, honestly have no words to explain how much I've missed using my computer for the thing it was actually intended for - which is HAVING INTERNET AND BEING A FUNCTIONING MEMBER OF SOCIETY. I'm an internet addict version 1.5, because I'm absolutely an internet addict but I tend to be picky, or elitist, in the ways in which I get the internet. I've always been a person where my phone is my phone, my computer is my computer, my camera is my camera. Using my phone to be both a phone AND a computer was one of the most frustrating things of my entire life. I didn't get my phone to watch movies and talk to people all day, I got it to text and make calls, check email, scroll through twitter while I'm out, use the maps. Light usage of a phone in this day and age. The last month, trying to be involved in everyone's lives via twitter and keep up with my shows was HORRIFIC. I used 36GB of data (thank god I have unlimited data) and killed my battery, and also got so frustrated all the time because my thumbs would go numb with scrolling and my eyes would go crosseyed because SMALL SCREEN. It got to the point where I'd not even bother with twitter/internet and just watch films instead.
BUT THAT'S OVER NOW. Let me explain my month.
I'm gonna step back into March and explain the ~ordeal.~
Around the end of March, a bank official came to our door and served us papers stating the house we were living in (we being myself and my housemates) was in foreclosure. We were alarmed and shocked, but my knowledge of the legal process of foreclosures (I have 4 attourneys in my family) kept me kind of chill and I was like 'guys this will take ages, literally we have years.' Foreclosures in this country are like, the slowest legal processes known to man kind, I mean species have evolved and gone extinct in the time before a foreclosure is settled. However, reviewing the paperwork that was handed to us I discovered the house had BEEN in foreclosure for THREE YEARS. I read my housing contract over and over and over looking for the smallest print known to mankind that said something along the lines of 'I am aware this house is in foreclosure and agree to the terms of this contract regardless of the house's status etc etc' AND THERE WAS NONE. The more I read the paperwork, the more terrifying information I discovered. Basically, a mortgage for $600K had been taken out for the house circa 2008 and as of 3/24/2015 ONLY $8K HAD BEEN PAID BACK. So, in 7 years, what the fuck was this woman doing? With all the people in the house, our collective rent per month added up to $4K. This was when I figured out our ladnlady had been taking our rent, paying the utilities (like water, heat, electric, internet) and keeping the rest for profit. Or maybe she was gambling it away, who knows really. Most of us paid her in cash, one of my housemates paid her via bank transfer. Once that money is given to her we had no way of tracing it. THEN, a few days later, another bank official came to the house with some legal documents and basically explained that they had no idea there were kids (us) living in the house, that they assumed my land lady lived on site, and they didn't know the house was being rented. They kinda felt really bad for us and explained we would have 90 days before it would be come urgent that we leave and gave us a bunch of paperwork that detailed the history of the house and payment status. At that point, I sent a text to my landlady thanking her for opening her home to me and providing me with a room for the last year but stated I was no longer comfortable living there and would be keeping April's rent to be out by April 30. Her response was 'ok, I understand.'
Literally a day after that she came to the house and gave us all eviction papers. Excuse me????
Fun fact: a lot of this happened while chess_boxing was here, and I really need to like...shower him with love and affection and kisses and chocolate and tea because he kept me so sane. If he hadn't been with me to keep me company or distract me or make me laugh, I honestly think I'd be dead. What an angel he is.
So April 1, my land lady shut off our internet. I assume it was because she considered it a 'luxury' and not a necessity (although on April 29 she was in the house cutting off the heat even though we're supposed to have 10 days above 65 in order for that to legally happen and it didn't so....so). That sucked. Rory was still there for that, and we just ordered food and watched films instead. Once he left though, it was depressing and lonely and weird and I felt so cut off from EVERYTHING.
A couple days after Rory left I found a new place to live with one of my housemates from the old place. We did one walk through and fell in love. We put a deposit down that weekend. The thing with the house was that it was in the process of being renovated so it wouldnt be ready until mid-april for move in. I laugh at that statement because I moved in three days ago and shit still isn't done. Our washer/dryer still needs to be hooked up, some lights don't work, our stove isn't connected, and there's water damage from a radiator issue on the floor above us. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I don't care. I fucking love this new house. I'm broke as shit buying stuff to put in here since the space is unfurnished, but I'm still really happy. My cat is happy too, he's already found little secret places for naps. My room is absolutely fucking massive (I got the master bedroom because kitty will be in the room all day while I'm out for safety) and the kitchen is so lovely. My bathroom is enormous. While I was moving in, a bunch of neighbors kept introducing themselves and asking if we had kids or liked animals cause they wanted playdates or wanted to talk dogs together. Everyone is just so lovely in the neighborhood, I'm really not used to that.
So yeah, I went a month without internet, and moved, and worked 9.5 hour days while I did it. I don't actually know how I've managed it? Honestly, I don't remember ever being this tired. It's all for the best though.
My next few days will be spent catching up on all my shows, reading all the news I missed (honestly, I've missed a lot. The internet is the main way I get the news and I was waking up, going to work, coming home, watching shows, repeat. I had/have no idea what's happening on this earth), and preparing for Muse which is this friday???? Suddenly????? hopeandmemory will be staying with me for a few days, my first guest in my new place. AND THEN I'M GOING TO LONDON! Shit man, when will I ever stop being busy? Who knows.
I also wrote a lot. Expect fic updates.
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU? WHAT HAVE I MISSED??
Anyway.
I really, honestly have no words to explain how much I've missed using my computer for the thing it was actually intended for - which is HAVING INTERNET AND BEING A FUNCTIONING MEMBER OF SOCIETY. I'm an internet addict version 1.5, because I'm absolutely an internet addict but I tend to be picky, or elitist, in the ways in which I get the internet. I've always been a person where my phone is my phone, my computer is my computer, my camera is my camera. Using my phone to be both a phone AND a computer was one of the most frustrating things of my entire life. I didn't get my phone to watch movies and talk to people all day, I got it to text and make calls, check email, scroll through twitter while I'm out, use the maps. Light usage of a phone in this day and age. The last month, trying to be involved in everyone's lives via twitter and keep up with my shows was HORRIFIC. I used 36GB of data (thank god I have unlimited data) and killed my battery, and also got so frustrated all the time because my thumbs would go numb with scrolling and my eyes would go crosseyed because SMALL SCREEN. It got to the point where I'd not even bother with twitter/internet and just watch films instead.
BUT THAT'S OVER NOW. Let me explain my month.
I'm gonna step back into March and explain the ~ordeal.~
Around the end of March, a bank official came to our door and served us papers stating the house we were living in (we being myself and my housemates) was in foreclosure. We were alarmed and shocked, but my knowledge of the legal process of foreclosures (I have 4 attourneys in my family) kept me kind of chill and I was like 'guys this will take ages, literally we have years.' Foreclosures in this country are like, the slowest legal processes known to man kind, I mean species have evolved and gone extinct in the time before a foreclosure is settled. However, reviewing the paperwork that was handed to us I discovered the house had BEEN in foreclosure for THREE YEARS. I read my housing contract over and over and over looking for the smallest print known to mankind that said something along the lines of 'I am aware this house is in foreclosure and agree to the terms of this contract regardless of the house's status etc etc' AND THERE WAS NONE. The more I read the paperwork, the more terrifying information I discovered. Basically, a mortgage for $600K had been taken out for the house circa 2008 and as of 3/24/2015 ONLY $8K HAD BEEN PAID BACK. So, in 7 years, what the fuck was this woman doing? With all the people in the house, our collective rent per month added up to $4K. This was when I figured out our ladnlady had been taking our rent, paying the utilities (like water, heat, electric, internet) and keeping the rest for profit. Or maybe she was gambling it away, who knows really. Most of us paid her in cash, one of my housemates paid her via bank transfer. Once that money is given to her we had no way of tracing it. THEN, a few days later, another bank official came to the house with some legal documents and basically explained that they had no idea there were kids (us) living in the house, that they assumed my land lady lived on site, and they didn't know the house was being rented. They kinda felt really bad for us and explained we would have 90 days before it would be come urgent that we leave and gave us a bunch of paperwork that detailed the history of the house and payment status. At that point, I sent a text to my landlady thanking her for opening her home to me and providing me with a room for the last year but stated I was no longer comfortable living there and would be keeping April's rent to be out by April 30. Her response was 'ok, I understand.'
Literally a day after that she came to the house and gave us all eviction papers. Excuse me????
Fun fact: a lot of this happened while chess_boxing was here, and I really need to like...shower him with love and affection and kisses and chocolate and tea because he kept me so sane. If he hadn't been with me to keep me company or distract me or make me laugh, I honestly think I'd be dead. What an angel he is.
So April 1, my land lady shut off our internet. I assume it was because she considered it a 'luxury' and not a necessity (although on April 29 she was in the house cutting off the heat even though we're supposed to have 10 days above 65 in order for that to legally happen and it didn't so....so). That sucked. Rory was still there for that, and we just ordered food and watched films instead. Once he left though, it was depressing and lonely and weird and I felt so cut off from EVERYTHING.
A couple days after Rory left I found a new place to live with one of my housemates from the old place. We did one walk through and fell in love. We put a deposit down that weekend. The thing with the house was that it was in the process of being renovated so it wouldnt be ready until mid-april for move in. I laugh at that statement because I moved in three days ago and shit still isn't done. Our washer/dryer still needs to be hooked up, some lights don't work, our stove isn't connected, and there's water damage from a radiator issue on the floor above us. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I don't care. I fucking love this new house. I'm broke as shit buying stuff to put in here since the space is unfurnished, but I'm still really happy. My cat is happy too, he's already found little secret places for naps. My room is absolutely fucking massive (I got the master bedroom because kitty will be in the room all day while I'm out for safety) and the kitchen is so lovely. My bathroom is enormous. While I was moving in, a bunch of neighbors kept introducing themselves and asking if we had kids or liked animals cause they wanted playdates or wanted to talk dogs together. Everyone is just so lovely in the neighborhood, I'm really not used to that.
So yeah, I went a month without internet, and moved, and worked 9.5 hour days while I did it. I don't actually know how I've managed it? Honestly, I don't remember ever being this tired. It's all for the best though.
My next few days will be spent catching up on all my shows, reading all the news I missed (honestly, I've missed a lot. The internet is the main way I get the news and I was waking up, going to work, coming home, watching shows, repeat. I had/have no idea what's happening on this earth), and preparing for Muse which is this friday???? Suddenly????? hopeandmemory will be staying with me for a few days, my first guest in my new place. AND THEN I'M GOING TO LONDON! Shit man, when will I ever stop being busy? Who knows.
I also wrote a lot. Expect fic updates.
HOW ARE ALL OF YOU? WHAT HAVE I MISSED??