Jan. 3rd, 2011


I survived the holidays, my roommate continues to be crazy in the wrong way, I'm sick, and [livejournal.com profile] starsfell is engorged (yes, I did just want to use the word engorged). I'm not entirely sure when my life took such a drastic turn, but I'd like to get off now.

So, for the sake of completeness for those of you who know the tawdry tale, my roommate went 'round the bend on me just before leaving for Christmas. I usually play things really close to the vest. I'll hedge if I don't want you to know the information. Lately, I've said fuck that. If you ask me a question, I'll tell you the truth. Whether you want it or not. Matt's mom was here visiting, and she asked me some questions about my apartment search. I told her. I don't remember exactly what was said, but I had to at least mention the fact that the cheapo apartment I was looking at raised their rates, because as we were getting ready to go to dinner that night, Matt came into my room and said, "You have to promise me something." Um, okay? "You have to promise me that if you can't find an apartment you can afford, you'll let me know and you can stay. Because I feel like I'm kicking my sister out of the house." WAY TO BLINDSIDE ME, JACKWAGON. I kind of went...duhhhokay. My initial reaction was, "YOU ARE, YOU A-HOLE," but about five minutes later, after the shock wore off, I was all, "YOU'RE NOT KICKING ME OUT, I'M LEAVING." It really frustrates me that I can't come up with snappy comebacks...[livejournal.com profile] starsfell assures me it's manners and my momma raised me right. I kind of wish his mom would have kept my confidence, but I'm not surprised. And if he's feeling a little guilt, I suppose that's okay with me.

Then, he comes back from Christmas at home and makes me meltdown in front of my mom. He kind of blew off gift opening (usually a pretty special thing) and went into his room with Mike to open their gifts. I don't know why anything he does surprises me anymore.

Other than that, Mom and I had a great visit. We shopped. We ate. We had general fun! I got a killer pair of Converse re-issues (grey suede with white accents and maroon laces. In fact, that's what I did for the last 30 minutes of 2010. Laced 3 pair of shoes while watching HP6. (And on a related note, Matt waited until about 30 seconds until midnight, walked out of the room and called Mike. Look, I get it. But you couldn't have waited a damn minute? Way to go, you thoughtless jackass.)

2010: Don't let the screen door hit you on the way out. )



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