Okay, finally hit one of those big transition points in life. I finally have my own place... well, my own room in a place. Interesting story behind that. I've been trying to move out for a while now, since I graduated from the university. I haven't really had the money for any of the places I wanted to go to, so I kind of let things sit for a little while. And then my friends tell me they are trying to get a house, and they ask if I would like to join them in their hunt. I couldn't say yes fast enough. I couldn't really get a place on my own, and I needed some roommates. So they got pretty far on their own, and were in contact with a lender. They gave me the lender's number, and asked me to talk to him. I did, told him my information, and it looked like we were going to get a loan. He even told me about a program we could look into in order to help us be able to get more on our loan. Things were going in the right direction. Then all of a sudden, the guy stops answering my calls. I figured he was on vacation, or something, since it was the week of Easter. Maybe he had a kid who was on Spring Break, and he wanted to spend some time with his family. I didn't really give it a second thought. And then I finally get a hold of him the next week. He wasn't on vacation, he was intentionally ignoring me. The reason he was doing so was because my mother took to his number off of the caller ID, and called him herself. She told lies about my friends and me. She convinced this guy my friends were simply using me in order to get a place for themselves. Sounds kind of stupid, seeing as I would be getting to live in the house, too. It's not like they were forcing me to get a house for themselves. She also convinced him I was too stupid to think about how I was going to get back and forth to work without a car, since I don't have a car (or a driver's license). Incidentally, my friends were going to help me with getting both, and were going to take me back and forth to work until I could get a license and car. Anyways, after she was done with slandering us, we ended up losing the loan. The guy was scared to touch us. He told me that in all his years of business (fifteen) he had never had something like that happen, and he didn't know what to do about it. I don't really blame him, since my mother made it seem like we were too high a risk, and would likely be unable to pay back the loan. We have to start over from the beginning, now. We've yet to find a new loan officer willing to help us out. Needless to say, I wasn't amused. I had been putting up with a lot of things from my mother up until that point. I could deal with being forced to pay for every small thing and being screamed at constantly for doing nothing when I was doing everything. This was the straw that broke the horses back. She told me she got my family to convince her to do this. Seeing as I can no longer trust her, I can only surmise she is lying. She kept trying to put me on some kind of guilt trip, trying to convince me she wouldn't be able to survive on her own. The reason why she wouldn't be able to survive on her own? She would lose the rent money I was paying her. This money had been making it so she would not have to get a job. She had been committed to sitting on the couch watching TV all day, instead of getting a job of her own to help pay her share of the bills. She had been like this for a long time, even before my dad passed on. Now that she needs to get a job, she continues to refuse. I really was willing to stay there for a little longer. I did my best to be nice about it. I didn't yell at her for not getting a job, or wasting money (she had given away $1,500 at one point without consulting either my brother or me). But she goes and does something like this, going behind my back and pulling something. That's something I can't tolerate. My friends were equally upset upon hearing of what she did. Fortunately, they were able to find me somewhere I can rent for myself, to get me away from my mother and her insanity. I really couldn't tolerate living there anymore. It's difficult to live in a home with someone you can no longer trust. She did attempt to "bribe" me. First, she told me she wouldn't do something like she did again. I know she lies to get what she wants, and would not keep from meddling in my affairs. She also offered to lower my rent. Nothing is free in this world, especially when it involves her. She would likely increase her demands of me cleaning house (something she claims as her "job," and uses as an excuse not to get one), and she would more than likely avoid purchasing specialties, such as junk food and movies, for me (every now and then, she would get such things if they were on sale). And so I moved out. I have my own place now. Granted, it's a bit of mess (I was given two weeks rent free to prepare the room myself), but it's my place. It's a room in a townhouse. I have plenty of space, and my own bathroom. I have access to the common areas (kitchen, laundry room, living room, etc.). All of this for only $500 a month. Not bad for the a place between the Baltimore and DC metro areas. I just finished cleaning the bathroom this evening. Prolonged exposure to bleach in a confined place is rather bothersome, but those walls are much better than they were before. The last occupant was a heavy smoker, so there was nicotine stains all over the walls. The wallpaper in here was pretty bad. Finally got that removed, with the help of my friends and my brother. I just have to clean the ceiling and paint the walls, and then I'll be finished. Hopefully I'll have that done by the end of the week. It's nice to have a place on my own. Well, at least I finally get to relax without any of the insanity of my mother's house. My brother wins, too, since he can crash here whenever he needs to get away from my mother. My roommates here are a bit odd. The one guy plays on his XBox a lot. He has a rather vulgar way of treating women, but it seems to be working for him. The other guy here has leukemia. He said he was supposed to pass on last month, according to what the doctors told him, but he's still going. He doesn't act like someone who could drop anytime. He's a cool guy to talk to, though the way he seems to women only marginally higher than my other roommate. And then there is my third roommate. She lives in the basement and keeps to herself. When I was told there was a woman living here, I was hoping she would be hot. Not quite... and she likes to steal things. Good thing we put a lock on this door. That should keep me safe, for the most part. I do have to worry about my food, though. Good thing I can't afford anything good. That about sums things up for the moment. Fun read, no? Until next time

Yeah, I suppose that would be a good way to say it. I dunno, things just haven't been interesting as of late. It's like I don't care, like really don't care. I suppose too much repetition has that effect. Maybe I should look into something I can derive some form of amusement from. Maybe then I'll be able to shake this feeling of constant boredom.

Okay, so the title isn't too creative. For some reason, I really can't think of anything better. Kind of sad, but never mind that. So, anyway, my brother (ha, I bet you thought I was going to say me!) needed to get a new car. The radiator in his old one (and by old, I mean 1992 Ford Taurus) blew out. He said it might have had something to do with him racing someone down the interstate at 120 mph in a car that wasn't meant to really go about 65. So, yeah, we went around several dealerships, and he fell in love with a 2005 Chevy Impala. I had to cosign for him in order to be able to get it. He darn well better make his payments, or I'm going to kick his a--. He's rather upset that my name is going to be on the title to the car, something about how he thinks I might try to take the car away from him. I think that's ridiculous, but what can you do? I can't make him stop being paranoid about such things. I can't drive, so I really don't have any use for a car. That, and I walk just about everywhere I go. That's one of the big things that's been going on. There's another, but I'll save that one for next time. Later y'all.