late nights, bright lights

Hello and welcome to today's edition of 'How Else Can Life Screw With Me?'

Today's guest is, as always, me. (Also Sarah and Aimee)

So yeah, Sarah and I can't live on Laurentian anymore because of zoning and bylaws and no privacy and deceased infants. Also, there's a ton of spiders here.

We found a place with Aimee and Trishka. A loft on Main Street. Actually, a gorgeous loft on Main Street. Neon orange bathroom, huge kitchen, awesome balcony, enough room for everyone to be happy in it.

Buuuuuuut noooooooooo.

The owner called the property company today and the property company called us. We can't have it because he might rent it to 'his girls'. Also, they're doing maintenence in the building. Not in this apartment, mind you, but the building.

WHAT THE HECK KIND OF EXCUSE IS THAT?

Why didn't someone tell us he was already renting it to someone? Our applications, references and deposit were in two days ago! And two of our three cosigners had sent their agreements with a guarentee of the third cosigner sending tomorrow morning!

HOLY CRAP.

I'm just not happy. Now we're homeless once again. Son of a...

Luckily, Sarah works at Sears and can get us some large sized cardboard boxes. Maybe we can set us up a little mansion type dealie.

Also, Sarah and I are working on putting together a workshop for February/March next year for students up at the school, to help provide them with the resources to find a place of their own. I think it'll be fun.

That is, IF we can find a place.

Yeah, so Ms. Jeffery was all like "community: aye or nay?" And then James was all like "aye!" [but he didn't sound like the Fonz].

And I was all: "only sometimes, bitches!" but they were all asshats to me so I wrote this:

Dear World:
Fuck you guys.
I'm going to live without community for 12 months, and I'munna LOVE it.
So fuck you and such,
Colleen Elizabeth.

Yeah, or something to that effect, the specifics are not important. I unfortunately cannot do this right now, but one day, it will happen.

But yeah, so then Sarah went all: "no way, you're such a whore and stuff and no freakin' way can you go even a whole week not using your LJ, let alone totally withdrawing from society, you ugly slut."

And then I went: "yeah, you think that's right? Sure, sure, whatever, Little-Miss-I-Love-to-Cuddle. Watch ME!"

So obviously I'm writing in my journal, but I am disabling comments! It might as well be withdrawing.

*And the best thing about disallowing comments? Nobody will ever know the other side of the story. aka: Sarah's actual words because you know she would never call me an 'ugly slut'. But she's not around to defend herself! I can't lose!*

I can also write terrible things about people. And they won't be able to do nothing about it. So hah on them. You know, unless they email me. Or come to my house and beat me up... Shh, now I'm giving away ideas. Damn idiot me.

Jeez.

I don't even know what to say.

One of those days. Was going so well for so long, until *poof*

Wne tot Stratford specifically to see William Hutt. Did I see him? No. I saw his understudy. Four cell phones went off, we had obstructed view seating and three people in front of me fell asleep.

People around me [you may or may not know who you are] are going through some real hard shit right now, and I can't do a single thing about any of it.

I'm falling so far behind in school, and have all of zero of a social life.

My oh-so-positive outlook for Nano is growing more and more bleak. I just don't even want to bother, which upsets me because I was so excited.

I am developing an alarming crush on a guy who doesn't know that I even have feelings, let alone any for him, and it's not lie I can do a single thing about it anyways.

I want to feel sorry for myself, but I don't have the energy. Fuck you Owen Meany.