Argh. ARGH
Jun. 29th, 2005 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5Today was Take 3 of the See The Apartment Before You Sign The Lease Saga.
Did we get to see it? Pssh. Did the (new, stupid, incompetent) receptionist fuck it up AGAIN! HELL YEAH! This time, by losing my very clearly called in confirmation. The Realtor Lady scheduled something else for 1:30 instead. Which meant that I took time out of work- and by default, so did John, since he drove me there- for nothing, not to mention Quinn's mom driving there from Marcellus. BAH.
Okay. However. I had her reserve the apartment for us until all the applications are processed.
But, damn, applications? That sucks. That means that every person who wants in on this is going to have their credit checked, which is bad for me. So I'm in the middle of freaking out about that right now, since my credit, while it isn't that bad, is incredibly fucked up. *headdesk* I guess all I can do is wait and see.
I also told my dad about my moving-out intentions. Needless to say, he hit the fucking ceiling. Ranted about money and NiMo and Quinn and how much of a bad influence Quinn is, and sacrifice and perseverence and blah blah blah blah. When the whole car thing came up- namely, that it's cheaper to move out than it is to get a car- he pointed to Mom's car in the driveway and said something about it. I hurt his feelings by pointing out the fact that the damn car doesn't work, is probably not going to work any time soon, and that even if it did, I couldn't afford the constant repairs it would need on top of gas and insurance.
I didn't bother to bring up the pro-Quinn arguments because Dad is being a real ass about the whole thing. He believes what he wants to believe and no amount of arguing is going to convince him otherwise.
Well, for the record-
Reasons for Staying With Parents
~ No rent
~ Free food
~ I don't have to move my stuff
~ Most of the apartments are in what Dad considers to be Shitty Neighborhoods
(It's not my fault that everywhere is shitty now. It's also not my fault that people get shot and killed all over the damn city, including two daughters of friends of my father. No one says a damn thing about the rape that happened in a spot that I can see from my bedroom window and my penchant for taking walks by myself late at night.)
Reasons for Moving Out
~ The commute sucks. Two hours each way. This is time that could be used for studying, except I can't read in vehicles because I get sick.
~ No sleep. By the time I get home and eat dinner and stuff, there's only two hours of study time left. I can stay up later, but I have to get up at 4:45 to catch the fucking bus, so that means I'm constantly sleep deprived.
~ Car= fucking expensive. More expensive than $250/mo. for just about everything.
~ Can't stay late at school. The buses to B'ville only run till 6 PM.
~ Because the buses only run till 6 PM, NO JOB.
~ Not to mention my social life is dependent on other people who live a minimum of 25 minutes away for rides.
~ Okay, do I really need to go into the Quinn thing? That deserves an entire post of its own. Basically, my parents are living in the ninteenth century. "OMG NO CUDDLING ON THE COUCH ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND! THINK OF YOUR REPUTATION! SIX INCHES APART AT ALL TIMES AND HE CAN ONLY GO UPSTAIRS TO USE THE BATHROOM!"
... Yeah. It's really kind of stupid, since I'm TWENTY TWO FUCKING YEARS OLD. Yet, being an understanding person, I acknowledge the fact that this is their house, not mine. However, the one night I spent over at Quinn's, I didn't hear the end of it for days. Now, I could just ignore this or tell them to get the fuck over it, but living through that sort of drama-angst is bound to make life miserable for everyone involved.
~ Quinn= Distraction. However, he's always more of a distraction when he's not around than when he is. So instead of spending all my time thinking about the next time I'm going to see him, I'll know that I'll see him day in and day out. Ergo, I won't get distracted and mopey while studying.
Not that any of these reasons actually matter per se. I'm old enough to do whatever the hell I want to. And if they think that I'm not spending at least four nights a week at wherever Quinn is, regardless of my actual address, then they've got another thing coming.
Plus, there's the fact that I feel kind of stifled, but that's just a mental thing. I want to be the hell away from my family. Nice people, and I love them and all, but you know? This is kind of ridiculous, especially when they're still telling me when to go to bed.
Dad has been begging me to reconsider for the past two hours. Ha. If I was a mean person, I'd be like, "Okay. But you pay me ___ for allowance, and buy me a car, and pay for dance lessons. And I'm still not going to be here all the time." But I'm not mean. Nope.
To sum it all up, it just seems kind of pointless to keep living in B'ville just to make my parents feel better when my entire life is so far away from it. Why add the giant commute and subequent job problems when I can solve them by moving out?
Gah.
Did we get to see it? Pssh. Did the (new, stupid, incompetent) receptionist fuck it up AGAIN! HELL YEAH! This time, by losing my very clearly called in confirmation. The Realtor Lady scheduled something else for 1:30 instead. Which meant that I took time out of work- and by default, so did John, since he drove me there- for nothing, not to mention Quinn's mom driving there from Marcellus. BAH.
Okay. However. I had her reserve the apartment for us until all the applications are processed.
But, damn, applications? That sucks. That means that every person who wants in on this is going to have their credit checked, which is bad for me. So I'm in the middle of freaking out about that right now, since my credit, while it isn't that bad, is incredibly fucked up. *headdesk* I guess all I can do is wait and see.
I also told my dad about my moving-out intentions. Needless to say, he hit the fucking ceiling. Ranted about money and NiMo and Quinn and how much of a bad influence Quinn is, and sacrifice and perseverence and blah blah blah blah. When the whole car thing came up- namely, that it's cheaper to move out than it is to get a car- he pointed to Mom's car in the driveway and said something about it. I hurt his feelings by pointing out the fact that the damn car doesn't work, is probably not going to work any time soon, and that even if it did, I couldn't afford the constant repairs it would need on top of gas and insurance.
I didn't bother to bring up the pro-Quinn arguments because Dad is being a real ass about the whole thing. He believes what he wants to believe and no amount of arguing is going to convince him otherwise.
Well, for the record-
Reasons for Staying With Parents
~ No rent
~ Free food
~ I don't have to move my stuff
~ Most of the apartments are in what Dad considers to be Shitty Neighborhoods
(It's not my fault that everywhere is shitty now. It's also not my fault that people get shot and killed all over the damn city, including two daughters of friends of my father. No one says a damn thing about the rape that happened in a spot that I can see from my bedroom window and my penchant for taking walks by myself late at night.)
Reasons for Moving Out
~ The commute sucks. Two hours each way. This is time that could be used for studying, except I can't read in vehicles because I get sick.
~ No sleep. By the time I get home and eat dinner and stuff, there's only two hours of study time left. I can stay up later, but I have to get up at 4:45 to catch the fucking bus, so that means I'm constantly sleep deprived.
~ Car= fucking expensive. More expensive than $250/mo. for just about everything.
~ Can't stay late at school. The buses to B'ville only run till 6 PM.
~ Because the buses only run till 6 PM, NO JOB.
~ Not to mention my social life is dependent on other people who live a minimum of 25 minutes away for rides.
~ Okay, do I really need to go into the Quinn thing? That deserves an entire post of its own. Basically, my parents are living in the ninteenth century. "OMG NO CUDDLING ON THE COUCH ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND! THINK OF YOUR REPUTATION! SIX INCHES APART AT ALL TIMES AND HE CAN ONLY GO UPSTAIRS TO USE THE BATHROOM!"
... Yeah. It's really kind of stupid, since I'm TWENTY TWO FUCKING YEARS OLD. Yet, being an understanding person, I acknowledge the fact that this is their house, not mine. However, the one night I spent over at Quinn's, I didn't hear the end of it for days. Now, I could just ignore this or tell them to get the fuck over it, but living through that sort of drama-angst is bound to make life miserable for everyone involved.
~ Quinn= Distraction. However, he's always more of a distraction when he's not around than when he is. So instead of spending all my time thinking about the next time I'm going to see him, I'll know that I'll see him day in and day out. Ergo, I won't get distracted and mopey while studying.
Not that any of these reasons actually matter per se. I'm old enough to do whatever the hell I want to. And if they think that I'm not spending at least four nights a week at wherever Quinn is, regardless of my actual address, then they've got another thing coming.
Plus, there's the fact that I feel kind of stifled, but that's just a mental thing. I want to be the hell away from my family. Nice people, and I love them and all, but you know? This is kind of ridiculous, especially when they're still telling me when to go to bed.
Dad has been begging me to reconsider for the past two hours. Ha. If I was a mean person, I'd be like, "Okay. But you pay me ___ for allowance, and buy me a car, and pay for dance lessons. And I'm still not going to be here all the time." But I'm not mean. Nope.
To sum it all up, it just seems kind of pointless to keep living in B'ville just to make my parents feel better when my entire life is so far away from it. Why add the giant commute and subequent job problems when I can solve them by moving out?
Gah.
