Making Up and Looking Out

Turns out all I needed to do was spend some quality time with the recent roomies. Honesty and humor go a long way in relationships.

I think we sometimes made up stuff instead of talking to one another like adults. They didn't know how to talk to us. The few times we were up front with them they became rude and abrasive. We were afraid they would take confrontation very poorly again (start yelling again) so we became passive aggressive over time. Let me tell you something. Passive aggressive behavior is contagious. That shit is the worst when it comes to roommates. But, overall, we all have improved our communication skills with one another. As much as possible concerning our personalities.

I saw this on Pinterest (my fav inspirational site).

I think it would be a good thing to make a cake for the roommates on our last day here. I bitch about them a lot but I'm sure I haven't been a peach this past year either. We all have issues. It seems now that Andrew and I are leaving the house, a veil has been lifted that grants all of us to be candid with one another. It's nice. I wish we could have been like this earlier.


Apart from that, I need to get rid of all my old Goodwill and Craigslist furniture in the house right now. I've posted them online for sale. Now I wait. I, also, need to get ready for the yard sale in a week. Money will go towards new adult furniture. New shiny wooded tables and soft cushiony seating that will only be used by Andrew and I and our guests. The money I receive from selling all the crappy furniture should be enough to buy one really nice piece. Things I need to look for for the new home:

Mid-century style coffee table and sofa.

Furniture with patterns and legs.

Lots of plants. A kilim rug.

Even more plants.

Bright colors and framed art work.

Hopefully, I won't kill all of these plants. Again.

How am I going to afford this? Bah!

It's late. Need to sleep. I have long fun day tomorrow. EEE!! Can't wait.

Good News Everyone!

1.

I was accepted into Georgia State University!!! I start classes on Aug. 25!

I can't believe I got in. I fucked up my GPA so bad when I first went to college that all straight A's for the past year has only raised it .3 points. It's pretty bad. BUT... I made the Dean's List two times and I believe that had a hand in my acceptance. It's close to the first day and next week's objective is figuring out which classes I need to sign up for and how to pay for them. My only choice might be to...

sign a student loan. Le sigh.

 Hopefully, I am eligible for a Pell Grant. I'll talk to my new PERSONAL (!) student counselor come Monday. I am so excited to attend classes that actually have to do with my major. Yay for being a Junior! There are too many things I have to get my head wrapped around for school. One step at a time. Hopefully, this time next week, everything will be taken care of.


2.

We're moving!!! Andrew and I, also, found a three bedroom home in Doraville with a huge fenced in back yard for the two of us to move into on Sept. 1!

It's super cute, and by cute, I mean small. A lot smaller than our five bedroom three story home. But that's something I will gladly give up, along with the roommates.

 The roommate that chopped up my dining room chair with a Katana sword. The roommate that stunk up the living room with his no-wear-socks loafers. The minorly autistic roommate that has no social boundaries and the roommate that violently spit on him. The roommate(s) that would rather spend their paycheck on beer and weed rather than their rent and bills. The roommate that yelled at me because:

 (a) she interpreted signing a lease as an attack on her character and her past. She is bipolar. Her snapping on me wasn't the only time she lost her temper. She slammed doors and screamed a lot at her boyfriend. It was a constant stress on the household, not only me.
(b) he thought he could butt his ugly face into my relationship with Andrew. He was manipulating things we told him and gossip about us. His temper tantrum lasted days. He was so disliked that we had to have an intervention for him about his manipulating people and treating us like his puppets. We weren't "smart" enough to catch on to him.
and
 (c) he was dealing with having roommates for the first time in his life and his passive aggressive tendencies were exposed after a fight with his girlfriend. He yelled about the house being dirty with dog hair and the dishes. At this point, I washed dishes often. Other people's dishes. He yelled at me for not doing that. I stopped cleaning the house after that. That was probably a year ago. Yeah, a whole year.

Something I should have invested in. YEARs ago.

Dr. Cooper had the right idea.

GOOOOOODDD BYYEE BITCHES! From now on, I'll love coming home.


3.

AND...drum roll, please! I quit smoking!!!

These three events are huge to me. I have been smoking for a decade. Today is the eleventh day of no cigs. It was a rough ride starting out but I made it past the gruesome and appalling mood swings and cravings. The above illustration is not far from the truth. I had to apologize to close friends for snappy comments. And Andrew. Poor, poor, lovable Andrew, he had to deal with my evil alternate personality, "Zulu", the most out of everybody. Since several years ago, he jokes that when I wake up in the mornings (before drinking my coffee or tea) and/or when I haven't had my menthol American Spirit in a couple of hours, I turn into Zulu. Zulu is a cunt.

My constant struggle.

It's getting easier with each day but I still have strong cravings. Strong enough to cripple me, so I have to keep trying.

I have the opportunity to understand and mend my aggressive emotions I ignored while smoking. They came out in combative blows the first week. I'm learning to decipher these feelings into positive outcomes rather than angry frustrating hissy fits. It's getting better.


So far, this is the best month. I am excited. I am scared. I am proud of myself. Last years hard work paid off. Time to keep it going.