BUST!
People I was hearing last night were actually family members of my girl roommate, who's not moving out but is moving essentially all of her furniture to her grandmother's place down the street. I spoke briefly with her uncle and grandmother before I left the house last night, then sent her a text asking if she was moving out, receiving the above information in answer. I think it might be prep to an eventual moving-out, in which case we might commence with the idea previously discussed about me taking over her role and possibly saving some money.
And if nothing else, I can always look somewhere else. I think our bro roommate with the dog's moving somewhere with one of his bros in December, and I can wait that long to see what happens. Besides, this house becomes Renny weather refuge in T-minus two weeks anyway. I can't leave my "countrymen" cold and wet, right? xp
Last night I was granted back a concept of justice in a rather schadenfreuden manner. A friend of mine fancies this girl who'd spent the past couple of months in France and just got back in town a few weeks ago, so they've been hanging out and I'm hoping that goes to something substantial with a damn name, because said friend has a history of girls dating but not "dating" her and she deserves something real, with someone her age for once (everyone else has been older, and she's still below drinking age to give you an idea of the imbalance). Anyway, the girl fancied works with the girl who lived upstairs at the old duplex, the girlfriend of the guy I was friends with until he elevated the friendship to a different sort of relationship, and then it went into a mean fiery nosedive and we are no longer friends--partly because I was not diligent enough in what was my apparent duty to shield knowledge from said girlfriend and protect her--i.e., keep my mouth shut so he wouldn't get found out and get in trouble. (I have found out, since the dissolution of the friendship, that he's pulled this shit with more than just a couple girls, sounding like he has traits teetering between narcissistic and sociopathic, though sociopathic would be way too interesting for him.)
Well, with the possibility of the girl fancied going out with us last night (she wound up caught at work and could not), my friend told me she had just found out the day previous that my old neighbors have been broken up for a few months. The girl was even told not to show up at some certain party because he was going to be there and was planning to "get his mack on."
I had wondered this because I'd heard she'd moved into an apartment, which wouldn't make sense because they moved out of the duplex into a house less than a year before, but I knew nothing for certain and assumed that was wishful thinking.
As of even a week ago I still felt gripped enough that when one of my old roommates told me she'd run into this guy at a bookstore and that he'd cut off all of his hair and she got to put her hand through it, I went home buzzed and angry and hacked off half of everything hanging in front of my face. My "antennae" are gone now but the bangs look interesting (albeit they're damn inconvenient for shoving behind one's ears at work; might have to invest in some bobby pins). Hair's something you cut off when somebody's dead, and I've heard the superstition that if you cut it off and someone hasn't, you're inviting trouble. I had a dream of him as a balding skeleton (or, still a body, but the skin was tight and the texture of rawhide--think a bog person or ice mummies). But, I guess maybe it was an expression of the break-up; enough people seem compelled to cut or color their hair after things like that, so.
But I felt this near-insane euphoria when I was told the news last night, like I wanted to go run some laps or yell a long time or something. It's like something I told my sister some months back when I was in a bad mood--I think that most everyone deserves at least someone willing to put up with their b.s. and everything, I just wanted for it to not be those two enduring putting up with each others. She's definitely entitled to someone and I think even he deserves to wind up with someone that makes it happy, I just didn't want it to be her in the long run. As I explained it to my sister and then to my friend last night, If someone siphoned gas from your tank, wouldn't a little part of you at least hope that their car broke down? And that fucking car finally broke down ^^
Granted, my sense of justice here may be more than a little skewed, but at least with this knowledge maybe I'll stop falling into those bouts of feeling like discarded crap over all that shit.
And if nothing else, I can always look somewhere else. I think our bro roommate with the dog's moving somewhere with one of his bros in December, and I can wait that long to see what happens. Besides, this house becomes Renny weather refuge in T-minus two weeks anyway. I can't leave my "countrymen" cold and wet, right? xp
Last night I was granted back a concept of justice in a rather schadenfreuden manner. A friend of mine fancies this girl who'd spent the past couple of months in France and just got back in town a few weeks ago, so they've been hanging out and I'm hoping that goes to something substantial with a damn name, because said friend has a history of girls dating but not "dating" her and she deserves something real, with someone her age for once (everyone else has been older, and she's still below drinking age to give you an idea of the imbalance). Anyway, the girl fancied works with the girl who lived upstairs at the old duplex, the girlfriend of the guy I was friends with until he elevated the friendship to a different sort of relationship, and then it went into a mean fiery nosedive and we are no longer friends--partly because I was not diligent enough in what was my apparent duty to shield knowledge from said girlfriend and protect her--i.e., keep my mouth shut so he wouldn't get found out and get in trouble. (I have found out, since the dissolution of the friendship, that he's pulled this shit with more than just a couple girls, sounding like he has traits teetering between narcissistic and sociopathic, though sociopathic would be way too interesting for him.)
Well, with the possibility of the girl fancied going out with us last night (she wound up caught at work and could not), my friend told me she had just found out the day previous that my old neighbors have been broken up for a few months. The girl was even told not to show up at some certain party because he was going to be there and was planning to "get his mack on."
I had wondered this because I'd heard she'd moved into an apartment, which wouldn't make sense because they moved out of the duplex into a house less than a year before, but I knew nothing for certain and assumed that was wishful thinking.
As of even a week ago I still felt gripped enough that when one of my old roommates told me she'd run into this guy at a bookstore and that he'd cut off all of his hair and she got to put her hand through it, I went home buzzed and angry and hacked off half of everything hanging in front of my face. My "antennae" are gone now but the bangs look interesting (albeit they're damn inconvenient for shoving behind one's ears at work; might have to invest in some bobby pins). Hair's something you cut off when somebody's dead, and I've heard the superstition that if you cut it off and someone hasn't, you're inviting trouble. I had a dream of him as a balding skeleton (or, still a body, but the skin was tight and the texture of rawhide--think a bog person or ice mummies). But, I guess maybe it was an expression of the break-up; enough people seem compelled to cut or color their hair after things like that, so.
But I felt this near-insane euphoria when I was told the news last night, like I wanted to go run some laps or yell a long time or something. It's like something I told my sister some months back when I was in a bad mood--I think that most everyone deserves at least someone willing to put up with their b.s. and everything, I just wanted for it to not be those two enduring putting up with each others. She's definitely entitled to someone and I think even he deserves to wind up with someone that makes it happy, I just didn't want it to be her in the long run. As I explained it to my sister and then to my friend last night, If someone siphoned gas from your tank, wouldn't a little part of you at least hope that their car broke down? And that fucking car finally broke down ^^
Granted, my sense of justice here may be more than a little skewed, but at least with this knowledge maybe I'll stop falling into those bouts of feeling like discarded crap over all that shit.