double grrrr
An update on the saga of trying to move into that fucking sweet loft:
The guy who owns it called me tonight to say that we can move in, providing one of my parents co-sign for me because I have no real "job" or "income".
Well, you wouldn't think this would be a problem seeing that I have FOUR parents. But no, I'm fucked.
My Mom can't because she has recently broken up with Step Dad and might have to sell her house, just bought a new car, and doesn't know where she's going to live either, which doesn't put her in any position to co-sign. Which I totally understand.
And then there is my wonderful father. Who hasn't done anything to help me at all ever, besides giving me his old car (that had been sitting in the lawn for seriously two years not being driven). He claims to have paid for a year at Columbia, but it's really just my uncle that paid for it. Basically, he's the most selfish fucked up person I know, and he happens to be my Dad. Anyway, I asked him to co-sign for me on the loft and he laughed at me and said he had no idea why I would ever ask him that. Oh, I dont know... maybe because I need a place to FUCKING live? I was so lucky to not have to have a co-signer for our current apartment, but most places need one for students. And in case he didn't notice (because the man has never even seen a tuition bill), I'm still in school. And Jonny can't be on the lease because his credit isn't that great and his parents won't co-sign either and blah blah blah. So really I don't know what to do. Everything seems to be going so wrong, it feels like the twilight zone.
It's not like I can move home since I would never live with my Dad and he lives a 100 miles away, and my Mom lives in the suburbs but doesn't know what she's going to do either.
I really really can't wait until the day my Dad asks me for something, and I can laugh in his fucking face. His dog is dying and I know it would really mean a lot to him for me to come out there for it, and I told him that I would... but now that he has fucked me over for the 22143583 time, I'm going to tell him to fuck himself.
I'm not just being a brat.
My Dad is going to regret treating me like shit someday.
I think I need to start seeing my counselor again.
P.S. I finished printing for my final project due on Wednesday. I was a printing madman today in the darkroom. I feel like a part of the huge weight of my incompletes is gone. Now I just have to meet with my teachers at the Iguana Cafe on Wednesday. Hopefully it's dark in there so they can't see my problems with glue stick.
Sometimes I hate the shit that comes with being a 20 year old boy.
The guy who owns it called me tonight to say that we can move in, providing one of my parents co-sign for me because I have no real "job" or "income".
Well, you wouldn't think this would be a problem seeing that I have FOUR parents. But no, I'm fucked.
My Mom can't because she has recently broken up with Step Dad and might have to sell her house, just bought a new car, and doesn't know where she's going to live either, which doesn't put her in any position to co-sign. Which I totally understand.
And then there is my wonderful father. Who hasn't done anything to help me at all ever, besides giving me his old car (that had been sitting in the lawn for seriously two years not being driven). He claims to have paid for a year at Columbia, but it's really just my uncle that paid for it. Basically, he's the most selfish fucked up person I know, and he happens to be my Dad. Anyway, I asked him to co-sign for me on the loft and he laughed at me and said he had no idea why I would ever ask him that. Oh, I dont know... maybe because I need a place to FUCKING live? I was so lucky to not have to have a co-signer for our current apartment, but most places need one for students. And in case he didn't notice (because the man has never even seen a tuition bill), I'm still in school. And Jonny can't be on the lease because his credit isn't that great and his parents won't co-sign either and blah blah blah. So really I don't know what to do. Everything seems to be going so wrong, it feels like the twilight zone.
It's not like I can move home since I would never live with my Dad and he lives a 100 miles away, and my Mom lives in the suburbs but doesn't know what she's going to do either.
I really really can't wait until the day my Dad asks me for something, and I can laugh in his fucking face. His dog is dying and I know it would really mean a lot to him for me to come out there for it, and I told him that I would... but now that he has fucked me over for the 22143583 time, I'm going to tell him to fuck himself.
I'm not just being a brat.
My Dad is going to regret treating me like shit someday.
I think I need to start seeing my counselor again.
P.S. I finished printing for my final project due on Wednesday. I was a printing madman today in the darkroom. I feel like a part of the huge weight of my incompletes is gone. Now I just have to meet with my teachers at the Iguana Cafe on Wednesday. Hopefully it's dark in there so they can't see my problems with glue stick.
Sometimes I hate the shit that comes with being a 20 year old boy.