I love the house, I really do. Nevermind the broken pocket door, the unweeded garden, the makeshift room consisting of bookcases I call home; and nevermind the smell from the kitchen because nobody can take out the trash, or places things like wet garbage into it and leaves it sitting for three days. Nevermind the house meeting less than three weeks ago when we laid down strict rules about overnight guests, and nevermind the fact that one of the housemates just gave us all the middle finger and went and broke all those rules anyway. I'm glad we could have that talk, the four of us; nevermind it didn't do any good. I have started saving cash, a little from each paycheck, because when the lease is up, I have to go elsewhere. Nevermind any previous promises, because I am slowly reaching the point where I need some time to establish myself in my own place. I have a nice job now, nicer still if I get moved to 30 hours a week over summer and beyond.
Our garage isn't fixed still, and I really am losing any desire to invest into this house. I wouldn't mind meeting my landlord halfway if I thought that he would take care of things he had promised so long ago. There is a lot about my current residence that really gets to me, the most important of these things being that I feel ignored by those I live with, and those I pay money too. I used to think FOAM was bad as far as landlords go, but no. Dare I say there are situations far worse than that.
I would like to go to the pool tomorrow and do some laps, but I don't think the person who originally suggested the idea will be awake in the early morning hours. I need to swim some laps at race speed to let out some stress. I also need to play some volleyball again, though I am rather weary of doing harm to my expensive knee (courtesy of surgery). After some laps, it is Brother Bear at the World Theater with a bunch of people, and then hopefully I can make a small hop up to Santa Cruz to see the Santa Cruzians. Hanging out with them (without the booze) is an experience I had nearly forgotten from when they all used to be at #751. The social geek is a rare breed, but they know how to rock the evening with Halo, Smash Brothers, Teen Titans, and whatever else they whip up.
Now though, sleep calls, else I will be unable to do laps come morning.
In response to "This Old House":
:::hugs::: Sorry your housing situation sucks. But I’m glad you may be coming up to see us! I will probably bug you today over whether you want to participate in a potluck--we’re getting Chinese food today.
Either way, :::hugs::: again, and I hope your living situation improves.