Shit Hitting the Fan
8:00a:Doing a quick, secretive update from work... but I felt the need to update on the crap going on.
Long story short... Jeremy, my roommate, got scracthed by their kitten last night and he lost his temper. He got out his M4 replica (airsoft gun) and chased the cat under their bed. He was yelling, cursing, and losing it over this kitten. He ended up on his belly, military style, with the M4 aimed at her. I interfered and was yelling at him that he better not shoot the cat. He threatened to call the cops on me, and then Noel closed their bedroom door in my face so they could shoot their cat. I suppose I could do this scene more justice by describing how unbelievably angry I was. I was shaking with anger. I was yelling at them. My heart was pounding. I was banging on their door. See, Jeremy's airgun would probably have killed the cat. That thing hurts like a bitch when it hits your clothed body from a distance. Turns out that he did not, in fact, shoot the cat, but I was already beyond my tolerance for what he had just done.
(later) 8:24p: More or less, I packed up my shit and left. I stayed with my grandparents. I know Jeremy wanted us to sit down and talk it out but fuck him. There is no discussion for how badly he scared the cat or me. There are many other factors that go into this and many other things that were said last night, but I am lacking energy so badly right now. You all get the Cliff Notes version.
As of now, I'm crashing at Grace's for the time being. I'm able to come back to Jeremy's as I please, since all my crap is here (and I'm here now, to take my English final). But I won't spend another night here. I'm done. I'll probably pay January's rent if I'm not completely moved out by then, but beyond that, no more.
I don't know what the future holds for me. It's very play it by ear as far as living arrangements go.
Internet access is going to be extremely sparse, since Grace doesn't have net hookups. I can get on from work, but it'll have to be sneaked. I'll try and keep everyone updated, but this is really what I have so far.
But I'm fine. Don't worry about me. This is actually a wonderful opportunity to shake things up. A great excuse to move out asap, instead of taking my time.
Long story short... Jeremy, my roommate, got scracthed by their kitten last night and he lost his temper. He got out his M4 replica (airsoft gun) and chased the cat under their bed. He was yelling, cursing, and losing it over this kitten. He ended up on his belly, military style, with the M4 aimed at her. I interfered and was yelling at him that he better not shoot the cat. He threatened to call the cops on me, and then Noel closed their bedroom door in my face so they could shoot their cat. I suppose I could do this scene more justice by describing how unbelievably angry I was. I was shaking with anger. I was yelling at them. My heart was pounding. I was banging on their door. See, Jeremy's airgun would probably have killed the cat. That thing hurts like a bitch when it hits your clothed body from a distance. Turns out that he did not, in fact, shoot the cat, but I was already beyond my tolerance for what he had just done.
(later) 8:24p: More or less, I packed up my shit and left. I stayed with my grandparents. I know Jeremy wanted us to sit down and talk it out but fuck him. There is no discussion for how badly he scared the cat or me. There are many other factors that go into this and many other things that were said last night, but I am lacking energy so badly right now. You all get the Cliff Notes version.
As of now, I'm crashing at Grace's for the time being. I'm able to come back to Jeremy's as I please, since all my crap is here (and I'm here now, to take my English final). But I won't spend another night here. I'm done. I'll probably pay January's rent if I'm not completely moved out by then, but beyond that, no more.
I don't know what the future holds for me. It's very play it by ear as far as living arrangements go.
Internet access is going to be extremely sparse, since Grace doesn't have net hookups. I can get on from work, but it'll have to be sneaked. I'll try and keep everyone updated, but this is really what I have so far.
But I'm fine. Don't worry about me. This is actually a wonderful opportunity to shake things up. A great excuse to move out asap, instead of taking my time.