Well....looks like its just me again....

So, remember how I last told you how crazy my roommate was, and how much drama was yet to come???

Well sorry to burst your bubble guys, but shes gone.

Thank God.

She decided that less then 24hrs notice was enough, and she moved out.

Good riddance.

P.S. she forgot she signed 2 contracts with me, just in case something like this happened.

See you in court bitch.

Your fucked now...hehehe

I took it as advise too......

Just shoot me....

So this is the part where I rant and rave about how I have the WORST roommate EVER!!!

Not only does she annoy me to no end....... but she paid her rent late last month and I, being the nice person that I am, covered her ass.

Appearing incompetent in front of my landlord is NOT on my "To Do " list, thank you very much...

Also...she has this wonderful habit of leaving the doors UNLOCKED!!
I have come home at least 6 times and made a frantic search to see if all of my valuables have been left in tact.
Now...we live in downtown Toronto...so leaving the door, of our street level apartment, unlocked is just something you DON'T do.
Needless to say my roommate is not the brightest bulb. Nor does she really understand the severity of the situation...even after my worst fear became all to real...

So I'm sitting upstairs in my living room...oblivious to what I was about to encounter..... when I hear the faint sound of someone saying " Hello?...hello??..."
My living room window backs out directly onto the street so I thought it was coming from someone outside talking on there cell phone. I soon found out that the "Hello" was coming from downstairs, in my kitchen...where my back door is located.
I grabbed the baseball bat that's in the living room (just in case this sort of thing happens) and I began to tip toe down the stairs, the bat tightly gripped in my hand. What I saw was a strange man standing right in the middle of my kitchen......
I freaked!!

"What the fuck are you doing?? Who the fucking hell are you? Get the fuck out of here before I beat the living shit out of you!!!" I shouted.

He put his hands up, in attempt to calm me down, and said he was sorry. He was looking for Meridith (My roommate) and asked where she was.
"Shes fucking sleeping "I said "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???"

"I'm the neighbor....her boyfriend ..I mean. You know? Bailey? I'm her boyfriend, I know Meridith, I wanted to see if she wanted to hang out with us...."

He was completely drunk off his ass and decided that since the door was open.......he would just invite himself in!!
I didn't believe him, so I stormed out to the neighbor's place to see if she actually knew this guy.
She did. Thank god! She said they had just come back from the beer festival and she went into the bathroom for a sec, and he was gone! (Like hes a child or something, geez!) I told her what happened and she totally scolded him in front of me ( I kind of enjoyed that part..hehehe)
I went back into the house......shaken......and went back upstairs....oh and I locked the doors!!!

You see if the door wasn't unlocked in the first place...this wouldn't have happened at all.
Now.
The next day I confronted Meridith about what happened. I asked if she heard what was going on just outside her own door and she said she didn't hear a thing!! NOT ONE THING!!
I told her about it and she was almost amused!!!!! She said "Wow, oh my god..haha..I mean...what a dumb ass he is eh?"

"Dumb ass??"
"DUMB ASS??!?!?!!"
"YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT DUMB ASS?!?!?! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO DIDN'T LOCK THE DOOR!!! IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE! HE COULD HAVE BEEN RAPING YOU AND I WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN A THING!!! HE COULD HAVE ROBBED US! YOU CANT JUST "FORGET" TO LOCK THE DOOR ANYMORE!!!!" I was furious. Understandably so.

Do you want to know what my stupid, forgetful, mindless, moron of a roommate said to me then????

She said...
"Well at least it was him and not some one else, right? heh heh ........oh and you know...it kind of bugs ME when YOU forget to fill up the Britta and I go to get a drink and theres nothing in it......."

YES! YES PEOPLE! SHE ACTUALLY SAID THAT AND THOUGHT IT WAS RELEVANT! SHE DIDN'T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR HER FORGETFULNESS AT ALL!!!

I cant even begin to try and get across to you folks how difficult it is to deal with this girl and her warped sense of reality on a daily basis...

Just shoot me...ok? You may as well..... I have a whole year of this shit to deal with....so stay tuned cause I'm sure there will be many more stories to come.

Symbolic artestry...

I have always been one for symbolism.
Even at a young age I was speaking figuratively.
I was creative and artsy and I always took a liking to beautiful things.

I have been wanting to get a new tattoo for quite some time now.
After a lot of planning I decided to do an add on to an existing piece that I have on my back......the pic above is basically the existing design but not colored in, and is written in a different font.

I have met a fantastically talented artist named Beth, and she has done me the pleasure of designing 2 beautiful, innocent looking mermaids to be swimming around this existing symbol.

I also decided to have them colored in and surrounded by beautiful bubbles, scattered between them in all different sizes.I cant wait to show you!!

I have the outline of the "girls" done and I know already that this back piece is going to be a work of art that will remind me who I am and what I'm rooted in, for the rest of my life.
I am "water girl" through and through. The power of an ocean is that of my personality and of my feelings. No one can go through life without water....and I am no exception.

When I was young we had a pool....
I don't think I ever left that water unless I was practically dragged out.
I remember going under the water and spinning around in the deep end...never wanting to have to come up for air....I wished I never had to see the dry land again. It was like a fantasy... like some kind of wonderful escape where "real life" and its harsh reality's didn't exist. The only thing that did was the feeling of being in that water and the muffled sounds from above.

But I had to come up for air at some point. Much as I do in life.
You simply can't submerse yourself forever. You have to surface at some point and let everyone know your still here, still breathing.

This tattoo is a part of me already and all I am really doing is putting a piece of my insides onto my outside for all the world to see.

I hope you think its as beautiful as I do....




TO BE CONTINUED.....

One month into "new life".....she writes again....

They say "the grass is always greener on the other side"
When in reality, its still that dull shade that you have been seeing all along.
Your just in a different location now.

Life is good, things are going pretty smoothly.
Almost too smooth....
Its like I'm waiting for some "reality check"...
When are things going to go sour?.....when will they go wrong?....not the way I had planed...

Then again...
Maybe they wont....maybe I will see out my original "plan" and things will be okay.
I think about it too much.
So instead, I study.
It keeps the brain occupied enough not to worry about it much...
Plus, Im basically $PAYING $ to study right now...so theres not much choice..
Its pretty cut and dry.

Im enjoying the new sites and sounds and events and LIFE in general.
It feels good.
Makes me feel young and alive.
Vibrant.

Im ready to get on with this next 2 years already though.....

One month in.......23 more to go....

I know that one day this will not be true...

Freedom.....

I was unhappy.

So I quit.

I feel a lot better.

I'm going to school again....and I cant wait for the next 2 years!

I will grow so much. ....and I love this feeling of freedom....COMPLETE FREEDOM!