26 April 2012

How am I the bad guy here? I would just really like to know how that happened.

Christian has been over to our apartment every day for almost two straight weeks. It's gotten a little old. I was just confused because Caisey said things got better between them when he stopped spending so much time here, but then she had him over every day.

Add that to how they got into a fight last weekend, and color-me-confused when he shows up every day.

Basically, 2+2 is not getting me 4. It's getting me 13.6854. You know?

After the way he's been treating her, though, I'm really worried for her. He's been getting more and more rude when he gets angry with her.

Part One: Their Issues

• He never tells her when he goes places or is planning trips or is in our building, but calls her a liar when she doesn't tell him when she goes places.
• A couple instances of this include him not previously informing her that he was going on a couple different trips: one with his mom, and another with his friends. She got angry because he never told her about them, but then brought them up as after thoughts in separate conversations. He had only informed her about a small trip he was taking with his dad. Then when he let her know about the other trips, he got short with her, as he expected her to know about the trips with Mom and Friends. She was in a foul mood for the rest of the night, and it got on my nerves until I asked her what her problem was.
• More recently, he was apparently in our building and didn't tell her; when she saw him on the elevator, he neither spoke to her nor even acknowledged her existence. This made her even angrier than previous arguments, and was what prompted the "I'm done. I'm done with him" fight last weekend. How he managed to sweet talk his way back into her good graces I shall never know. More importantly, why she puts up with his attitude and over-reactions time and time again I will never, ever, understand.
• He constantly does/says things that irritate the living piss out of her.
• I don't know what all happened over their Spring Break trip, but whatever it was, she was seriously ready to knock his head off when they got back. She told me how he did that elevator jump thing that everyone does at some point in their life: not really a relationship-ending problem, but apparently that was only the tip of the iceberg, since she had asked him to not do that, and he did it a couple more times after she had asked him to stop. 
• While they were packing for the SB trip, he was basically throwing things into the suitcase, including hers, and when she asked him to stop and to just hand her certain things, he decided it would be a good idea to play keep-away like a four-year-old. I could see the frustration on her face so clearly, I honestly thought she was about to make him leave so she could pack herself. (side note: she did eventually re-pack the entire suitcase herself, because he is in fact a male and knows nothing about efficiently packing a suitcase)
• His opinions about certain things honestly make me want to punch him. A few months ago--it might have been last semester, I'm not sure anymore--We were all talking about his roommate, Wesley, who is gay (he hadn't come out to anyone at that point). I was casually ribbing him about something he had said, and said something to the affect of him maybe being a little bit gay, to which he replied, "Hell no! I'm not a fucking faggot!" ... I'll let you allow that to sink in a little bit.
• I'm not going to say that I've never used the word fag or faggot, because I have. The difference between my usage of it and his usage of it, however, is that I have never, never, used the word in a derogatory fashion. Ever. I have used it to my gay friends, and they turned it around on me, saying that I'm a "fag hag," which I am. I have never been offended by that word--mostly because all of the gay people I know/am friends with don't find the word itself derogatory--but when I heard Christian say that particular gem, I immediately turned to Caisey with a look that said "are you going to do anything about your asshole of a boyfriend and what he just said?!" She only gave me a look that said "sorry, but what can I do about it?" She told me afterward, however, that she lay down the law when she got him out of the apartment. She told me that she told him something to the affect of "If you ever say anything like that, or use that word around me or my friends, you will be sorry," and he hasn't used it since.

Now, these two problems wouldn't normally be any cause for concern. What worries me is how often these two issues surface in their relationship. I don't think it's healthy, and when it blows up in her face later, she can call her sister and cry to her, but I will not want to hear it. My limit has been surpassed ten-fold, and I am sick of dealing with this... bullshit.

Part Two: My Issues

Fast forward to today. I wanted to talk to Caisey about something really personal that happened last night, and she told me to let her know when I got back from classes so that we could talk, because she was going to be at Christian's dorm with him. I got back a little later than I anticipated, but was exhausted, so I went to my bed and napped for about 2 hours (It was glorious, by the way: I really needed the extra sleep). When I woke up, Caisey was in the living room. Christian was with her.

Ugh, okay, so I guess we're not talking about anything today, since you're going to be in perfect girlfriend mode.

I need to point out that at one point last night, I ended up slipping and falling straight on my ass. It's been hurting ever since.

So I go into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and I see Christian just chilling on the couch--again. I'm kind of annoyed that he's here again, but my hip is hurting more than I am feeling annoyed, so I just want to get my glass of water and go lie back down. 

Caisey comes in a few minutes later, asking me if there's any reason that I'm huffing and puffing and slamming doors (our bedroom door doesn't shut completely without a good bit of force behind it, and I had already lay down, so I gave it a good push with one hand, and it did indeed slam closed. I wasn't angry, I was just lazy and didn't want to get up to close it). I tell her that I was already on my bed and had to shut it that way, which I don't think she accepted, but she let it slide.

And the pain in my hip, doubled with my stress over my looming finals and my slight annoyance with her asshole boyfriend and his consistent presence in our living space, led me to ask probably the wrong question:

"There's not way that I can phrase or ask this without sounding rude, but does he have to be here every day?" 

"He's my boyfriend." Yes, I know. Congratulations. He's an asshole to you 60% of the time, and an asshole in general 98% of the time. You've also cheated on him at least twice, so this statement really does absolutely nothing to answer my question.

"Yeah, but does he have to be here every day?"

You can probably tell that this conversation did not go well.

She got indignant with me, saying that he's her boyfriend, and if he wants to spend time here he can; that they're not in my space; that I can't have the whole apartment to myself (not true, because she could easily go over to his room to spend time with him--she just doesn't because she thinks she's too good for that place; direct quote: "I hate Morrill"), etc., etc. 

She got rude, too. Wouldn't let me finish a sentence. I was halfway through making a point when she interrupted me, and when I asked, "Would you let me finish a fucking sentence?" She outright told me, "No!"

Very mature.

It all snowballed from there. She told me she was sick of me having a problem with her boyfriend, but that it wasn't my business what she does in her relationship. I told her it was because she was too stubborn and independent for her own good, although being independent was a good quality to have as a person. She told me something about how she was walking on eggshells, and that it was a monthly thing with me (not true--I only have an issue with him when he's an asshole to her for no reason, which I can't help if he's an asshole on a monthly basis), and, again, that it wasn't my business. 

There was something about how she's in a relationship (yeah, I know--you've mentioned that a couple times), and it was different, and I couldn't say anything about it because I wasn't in one. That was I was doing with Mitch wasn't the same thing--that it was worse, because I complained about him and we weren't even in a relationship (I feel like her anger was getting the better of her and she was losing steam with her argument). There was more stuff on my end about  how her relationship wasn't healthy, and she came back with, "When you're done trying to be my therapist, let me know." 

I also said some things that I probably shouldn't have, like things about her.. behavior last semester before she started dating Christian. I don't regret saying them, because they were relevant to our argument, but I shouldn't have brought them up for the reasoning I did. It wasn't fair of me.

I finally told her that I was sick of her bitching about Christian, and that if she wanted to complain about everything that he did, I didn't want to be the one to hear it, because she was just going to discount anything I said anyway. She said she wouldn't.

She ended things by being incredibly mature and saying, "I'll just sleep on the couch for the next two weeks."

I got the last word by telling her, "That is petty and stupid!"

It really is, though.

I really didn't want this to happen. All I was going to say was if he was going to be here all the time, if he could clean up after himself. He used one of my cups and didn't even put it in the sink before he left.

I know he's going to be here all the time. Even if he's an asshole, he's still her boyfriend, and they're going to spend time together. Just make him clean up after himself and I won't have a problem.

Actually, that's not true:

I have a problem with her being a pushover since she started dating him. She lets him get away with an alarming amount of bullshit, and I'm honestly surprised she's let it go this far.

I'm also annoyed because she harped and bitched at me for months because she couldn't "live in a world where her best friend and her boyfriend didn't get along" (that sounded like a crock of shit to me), but then she's not been little miss perfect girlfriend by any means. I always thought people that got cheated on were resolved to never cheat on anyone because they knew what it felt like to have that kind of pain.

Guess not.

I really don't think it's fair that she got so mad at me for not "approving" of her boyfriend when she's cheated on him. You don't get to be angry at me for that when you're the one going and sleeping with other guys. You're just not allowed to do that.

I can't type any more. I'm tired of thinking about this.

And Caisey came back into the room to grab her towel before taking a shower. The hostility was so thick I could have cut it with a knife.

So she's pissed. I get that. But she made it that way. All I was going to ask was that he clean up after himself.

19 April 2012

I would just like to preface this by saying I should be finding sources for my Shakespeare project (including writing an annotated bibliography--a very tedious task, let me tell you), writing a short (1500 words/5 pages) paper for my lit class, writing another paper for my history class, and working on an extra reaction paper for my major black writers class. But I'm not. I'm here, complaining about my roommate, again.

Seems to be a common theme, huh?

Anyway.

Caisey was going through a rough patch with Christian recently. It was pretty rough for a while there. It got to the point where Caisey told me that she didn't see their relationship lasting through the summer. Her exact words to me were "I'm just biding my time." I assume she meant until that awkward time of avoiding texts and calls and Facebook messages until she could change her relationship status to "single."

I was actually kind of glad to hear this news.

It's not that I don't like Christian. He's a good guy, and we actually have a lot of things in common. He's not the problem.

It's them together.

Everyone has this kind of friend. Every single person on the face of the planet has the friend who is awesome when she's single, but is incredibly annoying when in a relationship. Everyone knows the girl who all-of-a-sudden turns into this sappy, whiny, lovesick fool who only wants to talk about her relationship or her boyfriend. And if you don't have this friend, then I hate to break it to you, but you're that friend.

I'm not saying that to be rude or cruel or mean in any way. It's just a fact. I was that friend at one point in my life. And then my friends told me I was being an asshole and I realized that not everyone wanted to hear about how "my boyfriend did this" and "my boyfriend did that" and "oh yeah, my boyfriend tried something like that!"

Needless to say, it gets old quickly.

Which brings me back to Caisey and Christian. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Caisey is not a good girlfriend. She's too independent to be in a committed, exclusive relationship. She values her freedom to do whatever the hell she wants more than trying to spare one guy's feelings for an extended period of time. That being said, I know of at least two occasions where she's cheated on Christian just during this past fall semester. One was about a week after she and Christian became exclusive, and the other was maybe a week before classes let out for Christmas break.

I've recently become aware of another instance.

I knew Caisey had slept with an acquaintance of Christian's last semester before she and Christian even started talking. I knew she had been battling her "feelings" for him for a good while before Christmas. I even knew that he still had a thing for her. It was the reason she didn't visit his frat house very often--she didn't want to be around a bunch of his brothers, start drinking, and then end up sleeping with him again.

I didn't know that she agreed to meet up with him after her shift at work two and a half weeks ago.

I understand that 31  March was a while ago, and definitely happened during her rough patch with Christian, but that doesn't give her the right to cheat on Christian again. For all that she complained about him and how he was smothering her and pissing her off with juvenile things all the time, she sure didn't have a problem jumping into bed--or into car, rather--with another freshman guy that she's banged before.

That puts a whole new spin on her harping at me for not "approving" of her boyfriend. I mean, how dare she bitch at me for not being fair to her boyfriend when she's the one screwing around on him. She flirts with other guys constantly. She's openly sleeping around on him and deflecting her guilt onto me. That's not fair at all, is it?

I sure as hell don't think so.

I digress, though. Again.

Like I said, Caisey went through a really rough patch with Christian recently. She told me that they weren't going to last through the summer, and that she was biding her time until things ended awkwardly (or so I assumed). She told me that she either had to talk to him and get him to stop acting like an immature asshole, or they were going to have to break up. At that point, though, I honestly thought it would have been better for them to break up, because I had witnessed on several occasions Christian being immature and selfish. I had seen Caisey ask Christian to do something and have him say "no" and go on doing whatever he was doing before (doesn't sound like a big deal, but in the moment, it was one of those moments that painted him in a negative light). Caisey told me about all these things that he had done when they went on their spring break trip to visit her family, and complained about every single thing he did (this took about an hour).

So, when Caisey told me that she'd talked to Christian, and that things were going to get better, I was equally relieved and annoyed. I was happy that things were going better for her, but I was also a bit disappointed that she was going to continue to be with him.

The problem, she told me, was that he was always, always, wanting to hang out and spend time with her. She said that he was spending too much time with her, and that he was smothering her with all the love and affection.  That was understandable, because I've always been a firm believer that too much time together was more detrimental to a relationship than not enough time. There's a reason the phrase "absence makes the heart grow fonder" exists. I've never heard any axiom to the likes of "spending every waking minute of your time together makes your relationship stronger and more likely to last forever," have you?

I didn't think so.

Anyway, it got a little better for her. Christian didn't hang around the apartment as much, and Caisey seemed much happier--and easier to be around. Even our other friends noticed it. Caisey even told me that the reason that things were better was because "I made him stop spending so much time here."

So imagine my surprise when I start seeing him around more this past week.

• Monday I came back to our room and found the both of them asleep in Caisey's bed. He stayed until Caisey and I had to leave for our sorority meeting at 7.
• Tuesday I got back to the apartment and saw them sitting on the couch watching TV and cuddling again.
• Yesterday (Wednesday) I found them both in our room again, just hanging out.
• And today (Thursday) he came over to "help with laundry." I fail to see why she needs her boyfriend over to do laundry, since she was perfectly capable of doing her own laundry for months before he started showing up.

Call me crazy, but having your boyfriend over every day for a week doesn't seem to agree with not having him "spend so much time here." The last time I checked, in order for Boyfriend to not smother you, he wasn't supposed to be at our apartment all the time...

That's right, right?

Or am I just bitter?

I really don't think I'm being bitter.

UPDATE: 20 APRIL 2012


I came back to my room and they were asleep in her bed again. I really thought the whole point of him not being here so much was he wasn't here at our apartment so much.

I guess I was wrong.

And she was complaining about him always having to know where she is and what she plans on doing, but he never tells her when he's going on trips with his family and friends.

I gave my input--since she was asking for it--and then she got snippy with me and told me, "well, whatever the issue is, it's mine and his problem."

UM. SCUSE ME. DON'T BITCH ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND TO ME IF YOU'RE GOING TO DISREGARD MY OPINION AND WRITE ME OFF ENTIRELY. I don't appreciate that.

And now she's furiously typing away on her phone, probably to Christian about how I hate him and how I think he's a horrible person and that I don't approve of him and blah blah blah blah...

I'm sick of this shit.

They should just break up and leave me out of it.

19/20 March 2012: In Regards To My Absence for the Past Month

There's not much to say other than I've been busy with school and homework and other life things. Sorry.

Not much has happened via the roommates. There is one story, but I'll save that for the end.

Spring break has finally arrived, and I'm basically stuck in my apartment by myself for the week (not complaining, since I can basically do whatever I want and not have anyone judge me for my weirdness) while most of my friends/sisters are out in the world doing fun things. A big group of my sisters went to Panama City Beach (as is the norm for most college kids), so they're off acting like drunken whores for the next few days. I love them, though, so it's okay for me to say that...

Caisey took Christian with her to Pennsylvania for the week (sort of bitter about that), but I'm not too hung up about it (read "a little bit bitter, still").

I applied for a Conference Assistant position on campus for the summer, and my RA told me that she saw the list for my apartment building with my name on it, so I suppose I now have a job for the summer, which is definitely exciting, because I can take a class over the summer and not have to pay for on-campus housing for June and July! There's also a story concerning this, but I shall save that for later.

Anyway.

The last of March is slowly approaching, and April is beginning to make its way into the season. I for one am glad this semester is almost over. It's really been tough for me, as I've lately been questioning my path in life and my future and my choice of degree. My sorority is holding a masquerade ball next Friday night, and I'm hoping that will be a good time for everyone invited. As of the last meeting, the coordinator of the event expressed his disappointment in the "recruiting" methods of my sisters. It was unfair, really, since they started advertising this event at the beginning of February, and the even isn't until 30 March. To yell at us for not selling enough tickets by 12 March isn't fair, since just about no one on the planet knows what they are for sure doing two months from now. The only exception would be music students/band kids, since we all have a set schedule when we get to school. I asked a great many people about this event. I asked just about every person on my Facebook friend list (excluding my sisters), and 98% of them told me they had no idea what they would be doing in two months.

My point is it was unfair to be chastised for our advertising techniques and our low ticket sales when asking college students what they're doing in two months rarely, if ever, yields any kind of positive result.

Moving on.

The Spring Break Adventures, Part I.

It's Spring Break time, which means all my roommates are gone. I'm particularly glad Kris and Leslie have skeedaddled away from the apartment, because I'm getting mighty sick of hearing them whisper and complain about every single thing Caisey and I do wrong.

Lately, Leslie has been littering our living room and kitchen with dishes, clothes, writing instruments, and other various items that, in Kris' words, "Don't belong there." I wouldn't normally be so peeved about it, but every time Leslie does anything in the living room, she leaves at least a pen or pencil, a textbook, and an item of clothing/a purse. It got to the point where even I was bothered by it (that's saying something, because I've never had a problem with things being in the living room, as it's a shared space)! I finally broke down and asked Kris is Leslie had left (for break) already, because she had a lot of stuff in the living room, and blah blah blah, and Kris just brushed me off and said Leslie would clean it up before she left.

She didn't.

I ended up having to clean up the living room by myself after every one had gone on their respective break trips. Caisey had left a crap ton of junk in the room, and Leslie still had some clothes laying over a chair. I took Leslie's clothes and laid them upon her desk, since that was the agreed upon action to be taken with other people's things (during our all-out-roommate-war). I was nice about it, too. I made sure the hoodies were semi-folded and I straightened up the books/papers, and placed all the pens and pencils atop the books.
Caisey's stuff I just threw on her bed, since that what she'd done with the last of her stuff that she'd "cleaned" before she and Christian left for D.C. (they'd stopped in our nation's capital before moving on to her family's abode). If she gets angry with me over it, well, I'll deal with that when the time comes. I can handle her ire.

I also began cooking my own meals. It's pretty nice, actually. I usually go on Pinterest and find new recipes that I'd like to try. I really need to get a job, though: groceries are expensive. Today I ended up cooking for one of my sisters and a friend of mine, who in turn brought one of his friends. I rock at Hamburger Helper meals. No lie. There weren't any leftovers, either, which made me ecstatically happy. I may or may not have jumped up and down with glee for a minute or so... (side note: I burned my tongue while taste-testing the meal today. It hurts molto)

This post seems a bit random, no? Could be because I'm half delirious with exhaustion from the long day of hanging out with people, cooking, and attending the last basketball game of the season (men's basketball lost to MTSU--just gives me more reason to find MTSU and their stupid band obnoxious).

Sorry for this. I really am.

I really can't continue like this. I apologize. I'll try to write a more... acceptable post tomorrow.

5 Feburary 2012

So I've been pretty much caught up in school and homework and whatnot. It tends to happen when you have three English classes, a foreign language, and a history class with a lot of written work and reading.

In any case, I'm going to continue telling the tale of Caisey and her questionable life choices.

Tale 4: The continued Adventures of the Girl Who Wasn't Good at Committed Relationships

It's been a while since I had my suspicions that Caisey was cheating on Christian. Lately she's been clutching her phone like it's her own flesh and blood child, and she hasn't been leaving her phone away from her body. She even sleeps with it in her hand! I only do that when I'm reading something on the phone Internet before I fall asleep. Caisey just keeps it under her pillow and suddenly reaches for it sometimes during the night to make sure it's there (which is odd, because she loses her phone at least twice a day, so why would she try to keep up with it while she's asleep?).

But I finally had an opportunity tonight!

She went downstairs to get something from the store, and she left her phone on the coffee table where I'm currently churning this out. It was just ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF ME! I thought, "surely she's not just going to leave this here...right?" but she did!

So I took advantage of my opportunity: I went through her messages. I did. I'm not ashamed anymore.

She deleted all the ones from Geoffrey. They're all gone. That's more than suspicious, considering she still has messages from last semester on her phone, but not the messages that she was sending to Geoffrey for the past couple of weeks.

I wonder if there's any way I can recover old messages on a iPhone...

I didn't get too long of an opportunity to check, though. She returned not too long after I discovered she was missing messages.

Maybe she realized that what she was doing was wrong.

In any case, she brought Christian over for the game, and he proceeded to smother her with hugs and kisses and a shit ton of affection.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

Caisey says she's told him to stop doing that, but I don't think she has, because every time he comes over he does the same thing: They get on the couch and cuddle and he starts getting all affectionate.

I'm not bitter. I'm not.

I just think it's uncomfortable for me to be in the room when he's here--which is ALL. THE. TIME.

I feel like calling up my regular booty call for some late night cuddling.

At least somebody finds me attractive...

20 January 2012

Not Really a Tale; More Like a Rant

Caisey invited Christian over to our apartment again. They spent about five minutes at the door just making out, like I couldn't hear them at the door.

The big talk today is that Christian is too lazy to take his apparently mountain-like pile of laundry home to do it for free and he would rather have to pay for it on campus.

I don't understand his "logic," nor do I understand why it's Caisey's problem.

They parked themselves at the table and played some convoluted calf-version of footsie for about ten minutes before moving to our room to go make out more.

They're probably going to have sex again--while everyone is in the apartment.

The other night I walked in on them doing...something sexual.

Neither person were naked, but I did get flashed with Christian's boxers--something I did not need to see. Is there not some universal sign in the college world that means something to the likes of, "Watch out, we're going to be at least in the process of getting naked and bumping uglies"? I could have sworn there was.

I apologize for the sudden change in tenor of the posting.

This I just had to get off my chest.

I also apologize for the lack of posting in the past few days. between class, homework, and sleeping, I haven't had much opportunity to record my thoughts and tell my stories.

Once I get into the swing of things, i.e., get my routine down, I should have a somewhat regular posting schedule. Maybe. If anyone really cares.

Whatever.

I Really Need to Stop Blogging Past Midnight... 16/17 January 2012

Let me just preface this by saying that I sometimes make drunken mistakes. I will be the first to admit that I can sometimes get a little carried away when I've been drinking, but I always make sure to apologize (if needed) or just talk it out the next day so things aren't left awkward. I also admit that when I've been drinking I have a slight tendency toward being affectionate or amorous towards members of the opposite sex.

Oh, let's just get real here: I'm kind of slutty when I drink. I get horny when I drink. There. I said it.

I know I'm not the only one.

Even so, I've never had any sort of drunken fling with a good friend. Ever. I draw the line there, and I refuse to cross or get within a hundred-yard radius of it.

One of my friends, Alice, has a problem with this.

15/16 January 2012

It's not just Caisey's issues with Christian that bug me.

There's also the problem of Caisey's and my roommates, Kristin (Kris) and Leslie.

Tale 2: The Cold Shoulder War Between Roommates Amiss (Part I)


Caisey and I didn't know Kris and Leslie beforehand. When she signed up for a room, Caisey just picked an apartment that had two open spaces, and she selected me as a roommate so I didn't have to apply for the apartment by myself.

The problems started even before we officially moved in together.

Over Facebook, Caisey and I tried to connect and do the whole get-to-know-you spiel out of the way. This worked in a general kind of way, but it didn't really yield too many positive results. We did manage to divvy up the decor and various things among ourselves (Kris got to decorate the living room, while Caisey and I got to "decorate" the kitchen and the bathroom, "since they don't really need much decorating" [actual quote from Kris]), but other than that Kris didn't really offer up any kind of information about herself other than she and Leslie went to high school together.

Not much information was given because they never made any sort of initiative to contact either Caisey or myself. It was actually annoying, how we were the ones that kept asking questions and trying to get to know them at least a little bit, only to have them completely ignore us for no reason whatsoever.

Not only that, but Kris was constantly trying to get me to buy more and more crap, even though I had told her specifically that I can barely afford to go to college, let alone buy a bunch of crap for my room. As it was, I was only going to be bringing bedding and room storage, not a bunch of crap for the kitchen and the bathroom.

I did buy a toilet seat cover and a rug for around the toilet, and Caisey bought the shower curtain and rings for it, but really, what else do you need in room that only holds a shower/tub and a toilet? I do concede the fact that the rug, cover, and curtain should have some kind of overall matching theme, but Caisey and I were broke college kids, so we really didn't care about that kind of stuff!

It was brought up eventually, though, in the first major blowout we all had as roommates (which I will explain in greater detail in another post). Kris eventually let us know that she, ahem, did not appreciate our lack of concern for the decoration of the bathroom.

I believe there was mention of something like we didn't even buy her them a rug for under their sink? At any rate, it was annoying to have her bitching at us for stupid shit like that.

Kris did eventually get way too annoyed at us. There was one major blowout that we eventually had to involve our RA in.

That's another story for another day... It'll probably be called Part II, just FYI.

Until then.

15 January 2012

So we're just going to jump right on in the pool, rather than get our feet wet.

This is basically going to be me telling you stories about me, my roommate, my friends, and my family. I feel like my story needs to be told, whether anyone actually listens to me or not.

My name is going to be kept the same, but the names of those in my life are going to changed for their sake, since a good bit of this is going to be considered libelous, confrontational, and just downright mean.

I'm done playing nice with people.

It's time to let the gloves off.