Well, I haven't moved out of the dorms, basically because there's really no place for me to live until Dec. 1, when R and I move into the place and wait for Rs and I to join us. Rs, I, and I (whee, that's confusing, but I don't want to put my friends' full names in my blogs because that wouldn't be respecting their privacy) went looking for places to live today. We found two great 2br/1ba apartments. The one that's more expensive doesn't have a great view, but it does have a washer and dryer and dishwasher. The cheaper one has a wonderful view and a huge porch. Trade-offs, trade-offs. I digress. While I haven't moved out of the dorms per say, I'm not staying there right now. My things are, but I'm not. I'm staying in the suite next to my mom's office just up the street. There's a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a computer and place to do my work. So I won't even consider staying at the dorms until the mtg I have on Friday with my dormmates, when we talk out this little fiasco. Even then, it's iffy. I don't feel safe there at all, and it's kinda crucial for a domestic violence survivor to feel safe. And no, I'm not doing the 'victim' thing. It's a fact. Besides...I think they'll miss me when I move all the stuff I got for the suite out of the suite--like the garbage can, the decor, the lamps, the lampshades, the shower curtain (on second thought, I think I'll leave that...it's moldy), among other things. She wanted her vengance, so I get mine: no more fringes for you, roomie!
Yes, I am decidedly evil. The thing is that I don't really feel appreciated for all I've done for our room, so I'd like to see how much she appreciates me now that my stuff is leaving. I do kind of feel bad for the innocents--my sister and her roomie--but I'm sure they'll survive, and I'm sure they understand it's not against them. If they didn't, they do now.
Well, as I'm starving and behind in classwork, I'm off to eat and study, and then maybe watch Friends.
--Jag
--Jag
