Ranty McRant Rant
Fuck you Milan. Every time this city and my situation seems to get better I just get fucked over again. The housing I thought was for the next two weeks is apparently for one. The room is supposedly not available after that. I specifically said TWO WEEKS. JESUS! What the fuck is wrong with this place?! And the two people I'm friends with are going back home so I won't even have them anymore. It's cold, I'm going to be in between housing AGAIN and I fucking hate moving. If I had known it was only one week I would have said fuck it and found another place. I know this was my decision and I wanted to go but I didn't think this would be such a fucking pain in the ass. I just want to have one place be my home base and that's it. I don't know what else to do but bitch about it right now since none of the other ads on Craigslist look promising and Easystaza.com is shit. GAH!!! What the fuck am I supposed to do?!
I called Mum to tell her but she's in a meeting and couldn't talk long. She has this idea of just getting a hotel room for that last week. But I don't want a hotel. I want my "permanent" housing. I want to be in ONE place and NOT have to leave. I want a kitchen I feel comfortable using and internet and a shower that isn't shitty. I want the Ripa di Porta apartment. And preferably now. Well, next Sunday.
Fuck this.
That said, I know this will work out. I'm just pissed that I keep getting screwed over. In a hour I will head to Mayflower and meet up with Anastasia and Sandra for drinks and homework and food, tell them about this and we'll laugh and thing won't seem so utterly crap. Then I'll go to class tomorrow, head back to the Old Lady Apartment and get my stuff to drop off at the Week Apartment and then head to Bonnie's and Florence will be wonderful.
I have more photos that I'll probably post once I'm back from Bonnie's.
I called Mum to tell her but she's in a meeting and couldn't talk long. She has this idea of just getting a hotel room for that last week. But I don't want a hotel. I want my "permanent" housing. I want to be in ONE place and NOT have to leave. I want a kitchen I feel comfortable using and internet and a shower that isn't shitty. I want the Ripa di Porta apartment. And preferably now. Well, next Sunday.
Fuck this.
That said, I know this will work out. I'm just pissed that I keep getting screwed over. In a hour I will head to Mayflower and meet up with Anastasia and Sandra for drinks and homework and food, tell them about this and we'll laugh and thing won't seem so utterly crap. Then I'll go to class tomorrow, head back to the Old Lady Apartment and get my stuff to drop off at the Week Apartment and then head to Bonnie's and Florence will be wonderful.
I have more photos that I'll probably post once I'm back from Bonnie's.