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Just to share.
My roommate's a psychopath and I apparently have a free love commune living opposite my room.
That said. I'm a real Memphis Citizen now. I just got back from 201 Poplar.
So I have two roommates. One's a criminal justice masters student who graduated from USC, Columbia last year. The other is a 27 year old criminal justice undergrad. The undergrad moved in with a surreptitiously hidden boyfriend to help her pay rent (It's one of those dorm-like apartments. You rent by person, by room). I was never thrilled to be sharing a bathroom with a guy, but whatever, I can understand like a cohabitation situation and how this apartment might suck for that.
So two things happened over the past week: On Friday, a new girl who looks like, 19? came over, and left the next morning in the same clothes. Alright. Whatever. Only she didn't leave. She was still here, well... really as of today. Also, over the past few weeks, Kaelyn (the other grad student) and I had noticed certain things missing. Alcohol, groceries, energy drinks. Not amazingly big things, but enough little things that it was starting to add up. Also, it sucks to go and make yourself a sandwich at 11 at night only to realise you don't have any bread.
So tonight, I spoke to Marquella (roommate 2, the undergrad with the free-love commune) about it because, I mean, she's nice enough. Chatters a bit, but not a bad person enough to the point where I'd try to just out and get her evicted. She was very cool about the whole grocery thing, said she'd speak to people, offered to replace some stuff. It went over fairly well. She even got into rambling and revealing just how many people living in the apartment she'd slept with and the relative sexual prowess of each.
Anyway, in time she left and I went to shower.
When I got out of the shower, there was all this shouting going on. I heard "my bag," Kaelyn said she heard "My bed" ....her interpretation was better. I kinda lied low; whatever, couples fight, it didn't sound like anything major.
Apparently he had e-mail broken up with her over this 19 year old (the friday girl) who they had both been sleeping with on occasion, and also, apparently, getting drunk on my liquor. The licentious butch whom Marquella had brought in as tonight's treasure came in through my bathroom and said "Hey, can you go break up their fight, she's hitting him and he's bleeding."
I mean, not really what I want to hear. So I went out and she was trying to throw his stuff out the window. Well... our windows face a courtyard and only open about 5 inches or so. ... So it really lost a lot of effect. But she was yelling at him, and started hitting him, and I mean, I tried to pull them apart, you know get her into my room or something.
Suddenly she pulled out a box cutter and cut him. She CUT HIM with a fucking box cutter. WHAT?
I mean... I don't even know where to begin. I tried to get him to leave, I tried to get her away from him, and she hit him with a baking pan. Anyway the cops showed up, at like 12.30. And since the other witness was an intoxicated and licentious butch who tried to instigate a fight with a cop, I was taken as the "sensible" one.
Now granted, my experience with law is watching SVU and playing a paladin of St. Cuthbert. I was texting Kaelyn (who wisely stayed in her room amidst the chaos) for advice on how to be a good witness. I mean, I like Marquella more than this boy, but... a box cutter. I mean, that's aggravated assault. They arrested her.
Anyway, I was taken downtown for a statement and here I am, 3 am, with an 8 am class with Professor crush, and I'm just now home. I haven't even had dinner because my bread was eaten. Whatever.
However, while giving my statement, the statement taking lady strongly advised us to change the key. It, naturally, gets better. This boyfriend has two records for theft. A laptop and an atm card.
Life is joy. I'm going to bed.
I have a class at 8 am tomorrow (today), and my mother is arriving from Knoxville with one of her friends this evening.
I have to get my keys changed, get this sorted out, clean up the hurricane in my living room.
But on the plus side (there's a plus side?) there may not be a commune living next door to me anymore? I'm hoping this voids the lease....
My roommate's a psychopath and I apparently have a free love commune living opposite my room.
That said. I'm a real Memphis Citizen now. I just got back from 201 Poplar.
So I have two roommates. One's a criminal justice masters student who graduated from USC, Columbia last year. The other is a 27 year old criminal justice undergrad. The undergrad moved in with a surreptitiously hidden boyfriend to help her pay rent (It's one of those dorm-like apartments. You rent by person, by room). I was never thrilled to be sharing a bathroom with a guy, but whatever, I can understand like a cohabitation situation and how this apartment might suck for that.
So two things happened over the past week: On Friday, a new girl who looks like, 19? came over, and left the next morning in the same clothes. Alright. Whatever. Only she didn't leave. She was still here, well... really as of today. Also, over the past few weeks, Kaelyn (the other grad student) and I had noticed certain things missing. Alcohol, groceries, energy drinks. Not amazingly big things, but enough little things that it was starting to add up. Also, it sucks to go and make yourself a sandwich at 11 at night only to realise you don't have any bread.
So tonight, I spoke to Marquella (roommate 2, the undergrad with the free-love commune) about it because, I mean, she's nice enough. Chatters a bit, but not a bad person enough to the point where I'd try to just out and get her evicted. She was very cool about the whole grocery thing, said she'd speak to people, offered to replace some stuff. It went over fairly well. She even got into rambling and revealing just how many people living in the apartment she'd slept with and the relative sexual prowess of each.
Anyway, in time she left and I went to shower.
When I got out of the shower, there was all this shouting going on. I heard "my bag," Kaelyn said she heard "My bed" ....her interpretation was better. I kinda lied low; whatever, couples fight, it didn't sound like anything major.
Apparently he had e-mail broken up with her over this 19 year old (the friday girl) who they had both been sleeping with on occasion, and also, apparently, getting drunk on my liquor. The licentious butch whom Marquella had brought in as tonight's treasure came in through my bathroom and said "Hey, can you go break up their fight, she's hitting him and he's bleeding."
I mean, not really what I want to hear. So I went out and she was trying to throw his stuff out the window. Well... our windows face a courtyard and only open about 5 inches or so. ... So it really lost a lot of effect. But she was yelling at him, and started hitting him, and I mean, I tried to pull them apart, you know get her into my room or something.
Suddenly she pulled out a box cutter and cut him. She CUT HIM with a fucking box cutter. WHAT?
I mean... I don't even know where to begin. I tried to get him to leave, I tried to get her away from him, and she hit him with a baking pan. Anyway the cops showed up, at like 12.30. And since the other witness was an intoxicated and licentious butch who tried to instigate a fight with a cop, I was taken as the "sensible" one.
Now granted, my experience with law is watching SVU and playing a paladin of St. Cuthbert. I was texting Kaelyn (who wisely stayed in her room amidst the chaos) for advice on how to be a good witness. I mean, I like Marquella more than this boy, but... a box cutter. I mean, that's aggravated assault. They arrested her.
Anyway, I was taken downtown for a statement and here I am, 3 am, with an 8 am class with Professor crush, and I'm just now home. I haven't even had dinner because my bread was eaten. Whatever.
However, while giving my statement, the statement taking lady strongly advised us to change the key. It, naturally, gets better. This boyfriend has two records for theft. A laptop and an atm card.
Life is joy. I'm going to bed.
I have a class at 8 am tomorrow (today), and my mother is arriving from Knoxville with one of her friends this evening.
I have to get my keys changed, get this sorted out, clean up the hurricane in my living room.
But on the plus side (there's a plus side?) there may not be a commune living next door to me anymore? I'm hoping this voids the lease....