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I talked to the apartment manager today, and she said that lesboy is still required to pay February's rent, so that gives me a little bit more time to figure out what I'm going to do. Also, the jerkwads next door are supposedly definitely moving at the end of March. So I guess my first course will be to try and find a new roommate for this apartment. I'm scared of getting a roomie from hell (as much as I bitch about lesboy, things could be a lot worse), but the manager said I'd retain my tenant-at-will status, so if I do, I can just leave (which I may be doing in a few months anyway). I'll also look at some 1BRs at other places in town, but right now, I think the extra money is more important than the extra freedom. :x Not to mention it'd be a whole lot less work.

First I hurt my shoulder, then my mom hurt her shoulder, and then my grandma hurt her shoulder. No one thought my grandma would be able to have surgery done before Christmas, but apparently there's an opening, uh, tomorrow. Which I found out ten minutes ago when my mom called and asked if I would take her and my stepfather to the airport.

I have no idea how long they'll be gone. One of them was supposed to take my step-grandmother to her eye procedure on the 5th, but I don't know if that will be rescheduled, or if one of them's coming back. My mom was supposed to drive me to Essure on the 12th, but that's just a local anesthesia, so I can probably manage on my own if I have to.

My mom is really anal about the mail, so she wants me to stay at the house while they're gone. I think it would be counterproductive to move all my stuff over there before the JLPT though, even though is is an immensely better study environment. *winces from Spawny McBratface next door hurtling himself at the walls* If today wasn't my last day of vacation, I'd do it, but... *sigh* Maybe on Saturday after I've printed out everything I need.

TOO MUCH GOING ON AT ONCE KTHX.

Also, how many brain cells do you need to figure out that if you've screamed for your mom 48 times and she's clearly not going to come see what it is you want, maybe you should shut up and go find her?

You know those days when you're distressed over something and you can't figure out what? I thought at first it was the fucking terrorists, but eventually I realized it was because I had another PTSD dream last night. But what really pisses me off about it is that it was triggered by the brat next door having another one of it's tantrums. So that is the last damn straw. Monday I'm complaining to the manager.

This weekend is supposed to be sooooooo nice~~~ 80 degrees and low humidity. And lesboy is gone all weekend, too! Of course he left his remembrances all over the kitchen. I can't even clean my OWN dishes until I do something with his crap first. And by "something" I mean "throw out". I don't care if he thinks margarine bins and salad bar containers are Tupperware, if he's going to leave them in my way, I'm going to throw them in the dumpster.

I'm also getting rid of his microwave. Aside from the fact that he never cleans when something spills inside it, it's finally crossed the line from useless piece of crap to fire hazard. Fireworks are pretty, but not when they're happening inside the microwave.

This song is so pretty~~ Thank you, event__horizon for sending it to me!