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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Patience Is A Virtue..........that I Don't Have.

After much unanticipated roommate drama that started almost instantly upon my move-in this past September, I have now made it my life goal to find my own apartment. The hunt began last weekend and I have found a few decent places, but nothing that I love. I have been doing my research and don't want to jump on the first place that I find just because they promise that first month's rent is free or try to woo me in with the mention of a heated Jacuzzi or something random.

My biggest fear of moving into a new place may be kind of silly and ridiculous, but I'll just go ahead and say it to get it over with. It's not safety issues, or location, or anything of the sort. I hate roaches. I hate insects of any kind really, but roaches....ugh, I get chills just thinking about it. I can probably count on one hand how many roaches I have seen in my lifetime, but I hate them nonetheless. I went to Puerto Rico this past summer and a friend of a friend picked us up to go out one night. She neglected to tell us that her car was infested with roaches, and I spent the whole night forcing myself to fight the urge to jump out of her car whenever I noticed something crawling around me.

I discovered a website called Apartmentratings.com and read the reviews on all of the apartment complexes that I am looking at as my next potential home. As soon as I see the word "roach," I immediately cross that complex off of my list. The thing that is really annoying to me about living in Atlanta is that people lie so damn much here. Maybe people lie everywhere, but I have noticed more of it living here. So even when I ask about pest control issues, and receive an emphatic, "Oh, no, not here!" I can't help but feel that they're bullshitting me. I mean after all, who tells a potential tenant, "Yes, we have plenty roaches that you will never be able to get rid of, regardless of bombing, spraying, etc." Well, with the exception of the one woman who showed a model apartment to me and some friends of mine back in July and I noticed some dead roach-like creatures in the bathtub. We inquired about insect problems in the complex and she informed us that we would have roach problems at any place we chose to reside. I gave her one of the deadliest looks I've ever given to any human being, but at the same time I was grateful that she was stupid enough to give us that heads up before we made the decision to sign a lease.

I want to stay within a certain budget, but it seems that the "nicer" apartments in the area close to where I work are going to be more expensive. I'm almost at the point where I would rather pay a bit more rather than going for cheap rent that includes unwanted visitors.

I am trying to pace myself as well so I can save up for all the money that I will have to pay up-front since my savings are a bit non-existent at the moment. However, it seems almost impossible to save up when I am simultaneously paying bills and rent at the hell hole I currently reside in. I also need to get repairs done to my car, which is always fun. AND due to my drunken antics that resulted in losing my brand new Blackberry, I now have to shell out $200 if I want another one. I know most would argue that a Blackberry is not a necessity, but after just a month of ownership I have decided that life without one is simply out of the question. At this rate, I'm thinking that by the time I save the money to move out, the lease at my current residence will probably be up, defeating the whole purpose of my moving out early.

Like the title suggests, patience has never been my strong point. If I want to move out, I want to move out NOW. If I want a new Blackberry, I want it NOW. If I want my car to be fixed, I want it fixed NOW. I know that's not how life works, but it doesn't stop me from wanting what I want when I want it.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Here's To a Fresh Start.

I had some bumps last week and got heated over some things that I should have simply laughed at (forgot to listen to my own damn mantra, ain't that some shit?) but I'm looking to do better this week. Just another week and a half of work, and then I have plans to go home for Thanksgiving. Looking forward to getting away for a while, clearing my mind and spending time with people who genuinely give a damn about me.

Still need to take care of business this week. I need to get enrolled for classes next semester, oil change for my car, and all that other fun "grown up" stuff. Here's to a new week, and no drama.

Monday, November 9, 2009

This Week's Mantra.

Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.
Petty and bored people do petty and bored things. Petty and bored people do petty and bored things.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Don't Even Have a Title for this Shit.

So I met this guy right? That's how it always seems to start lol. It was a few weeks ago, he went with me to shop for a Halloween costume the weekend before the holiday. I thought he was cool; maybe a little nerdy but I prefer that over dudes that have so much game and know all the right things to say. When it was time for us to part ways, he asked if I would call it a first date. I told him he could call it that if he wanted to, and he informed me that there is "usually a kiss" at the end of a date. So I quickly told him no, it wasn't a date then.

A week goes by and we text back and forth, and on a Sunday afternoon, I text him to see what he's up to. He says he's studying and invites me over to hang out when he's done. I am tired, but I make the trip to his house anyway. (Not the best idea, in retrospect.) I get over there and we watch DVDs for a while. To make a long story short, we "hooked up" or "made out" or whatever term people use for it. Those both sound gross and immature to me but I don't know how else to phrase it. He was really sweet about it and all that bullshit and had me feeling kind of......mushy and whatnot. Anyone who knows me knows that mushy and I don't go together.

Fast forward to THIS weekend: I get a text from him asking how I'm doing and what I'm doing for the weekend. I say that I'm staying posted at the house, since this is yet another weekend that my funds are embarrassingly low. He says there is a party at his house. Not really an invite, but I am assuming that maybe he wants me to stop by? I don't respond though; like I said, money is limited for me and driving = spending gas = spending money. Besides, I don't really want that mushy feeling again so it's best for me to stay at home.

I send him a text the next day, asking how the party was, you know, just being nice. His response: "Good had threesome with two females." Pause. Make that a LONG fucking pause. He seems like the goofy type, so maybe he's joking. Even so, what is the purpose of joking about something like that in particular? To get a reaction from me? And what KIND of reaction would he be looking for exactly? So many questions, but I doubt he would even be able to muster the mental capacity to answer them. I simply tell him I'm glad he enjoyed it. He writes back asking if I am "mad." I ask why I would be mad? He says "I don't know."

Like many of my posts, I don't know exactly where I am going with this. Sometimes I wish that God would come down and tell me exactly why people say and do the stupid shit that they say and do, because I am officially at a loss. I guess I could chalk it up to immaturity.......but I really don't want to. Was this his way of letting me know he is no longer interested in me? If so, why not just come out and say it? I'm so blown right now. I'm about to swear off all human contact for good.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Just Want to Know.........................

.........................Am I the only one that finds it annoying (and gross) when grown people leave obvious shit stains in the toilet and don't bother to clean up after themselves? I don't know when or how, but this has come to be a serious pet peeve of mine. And I wonder how to approach someone about it. Like, should I say, "Hey, would you mind cleaning your skid marks next time you take a dump?" So awkward. Can't wait for the day when I am living on my own.