i don't think i've mentioned all my roommate drama.

With all the craziness of men and work, I think I neglected to mention that we had some major roommate shit go down in the past couple of weeks. Well, you all know that I get along with J1 very well. However, J2 is a slightly different story. Basically, we had that incident where she had her cracked out friend who ran around drunk, in her underwear, crying and shrieking for hours. You know, the one who broke through the lock on J1's bedroom! Hahaha - yeah, that incident. Then there's the loud sex issue (loud sex that woke up my friend who was visiting - hi uncomf!), as well as the loudness in general. Anyway, the whole thing has been a shitshow. Not trying to get too far into it, because I don't want to be bitchy, but it basically hasn't been the best roomie experience I've ever had.

While in California, J1 and I get this e-mail from her telling us that she wants to move out to live with her boyfriend, breaking our lease and leaving us stranded. She wrote this long, drawn-out e-mail about her relationship with her boyfriend (Breaking news! We're not friends! I don't care! haha). Naturally, J1 and I flip out because we don't want to be stranded and stuck paying for the apartment on our own. Turns out that that's not what she was proposing, but that she wants to find a subletter for the final 3 months. I'm not really enthused about all of this - great, a stranger living in my house for 3 months! Yet another potential psycho to get used to! 

So we had an awkward lunch at work about it (J1, J2, and I all work at the same company). I was dead silent, which I felt bad about, but I had nothing (nice) to say, so I just kept my mouth shut. Tonight we're meeting out potential new roommate, who may or may not speak English and may or may not be crazy, because I'm convinced that J2 is. So yeah, this sucks. I'll keep you posted on the meeting. Fucking hate roommates! Well, roommates I didn't know before I lived with them. Sigh.

oh. em. gee.

So I have serious drama to talk about, but I don't know who reads this blog and since I don't know, I'm not sure if I can talk about it. Sigh.

I'm trying to tell everyone I know and get an answer to my dilemma. Damn, I hate how my life is always so fucking complicated.

anger, angst, and tons of alcohol.

Ladies and gentlemen, that's pretty much been the theme of my life since my last entry and the main reasons why I haven't been writing. Basically... my life has been a shitshow since Thursday evening and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces. I feel like this weekend is shot to hell and there's not much I can do about it. So now it's 8 pm on Sunday - I have lots of cleaning and laundry to do, as well as some actual work. FUCK ME.

So we'll start from Thursday evening and move along (warning: this is going to be a little long). Thursday night is our weekly movie/games night between my apartment, MB, and Freshman Year Best Friend's apartment. We were hosting it and since Blondie's been swamped with work, I was elected to cook for our apartment. I had felt sick at work so I went home early, giving me plenty of time to nap, relax, dance around the house, and go shopping. Except it was like Murphy's Fucking Law - everything that could go wrong, did. The cookies I made were absolute SHIT and had to be scrapped and instead I bought ice cream. Then, when attempting to prepare the shrimp, I realized I had bought *cooked* shrimp, which meant going back out for the third time to get some goddamn shrimp. Drama, drama, drama.

Then we played drinking games once everyone had come over and eaten. We consumed, between the seven of us, an entire bottle of vodka (keep in mind that one of us wasn't drinking, Brunette only had scotch, and FYBF was drinking gin). It was a complete and total shitshow - like WHOA. We were all hammered and playing Kings and talking about all sorts of weird sex stuff and just having a crazy, riotous time. It was fabulous... until the next morning. Then I woke up with my stomach making funny sounds, a slight headache, and a fierce desire to consume all the water and/or soda on God's green earth. Needless to say, I took a "personal day" and my roommates left for work late. Ugh.

For some more mundane details, I did nothing but curl my hair on Friday night. Saturday we tried and failed to go clubbing in the Mission. Although, I did get insanely drunk due to my whole drunkorexic routine of not eating and then consuming liquor. Today was Easter Sunday and FYBF made a spectacular dinner and it was really nice and chill and lowkey and insanely fun to hang out with everyone.

So I've handled the alcohol portion of the title. Next up: anger.

So... one of my friends has done something to another one of my friends that just completely and totally pissed me off. I want to confront friend x about all the drama, but friend y wants to keep it chill. I'm having a hard time doing this, but basically I've lost all trust and respect for friend x and will no longer be able to confide in this person as a result of what went down. Which makes me angry because it's really going to fuck up my life for a little bit. Additionally, friend x has done some shit to me in the past that I thought I had gotten over, but is clearly still on my mind.

Angst. So yeah, Saturday night was... eye-opening... to say the least. It just helped me to see that I really don't think I can be happy here in the situation that I'm currently in. As a result of having a crappy night, I just felt like I missed my lifestyle back on the East Coast, when I knew what to expect and I didn't feel like I was fighting a battle of the wills. I like to go out, I like to dance, I like to party. And I'm of the firm belief that if you are somewhere and the party SUCKS, you just make the most of it and you create your own party. I think basically the whole night just didn't turn out as planned from the start, and it was frustrating. I felt like since I had planned things that I would have an inkling of a say into what we did or what happened, but no. Instead I get dominated and forced to do shit I don't want to do. I also HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE when people treat me like I'm a child and won't allow me to do things by myself. I'm a grown. ass. woman. I'm 22 years old and I hate being treated like a baby. It pisses me off to no end.

Sigh. So here I am, frustrated, upset, and in need of change. I don't know if I'll be able to effect the change I need, but I'm starting next weekend for sure. Me and MB and doing the Marina together in fancy dresses. Wine, dinner, and cocktails. I'm super-stoked and I think it's going to be a good time. Yay!