I feel like I owe this to some people.

Anyway, recently I fell into a slump after attending a small get-together this weekend. I was happy as could be at the get-together, but after it and on the drive back, I started having thoughts and doubts about a lot of stuff. Much of it stemmed from the fact that life seemed to be sinking slower and slower into a pit of hell, in that I no longer had a room at the house in Mass where I reside in the summer.It seems the woman who owns the house has some agenda against me (She seems to think I'm constantly rude when I'm as polite as a church mouse!) and after moving up to college basically took over the room that was to be mine and stored all of her shit in it, thereby leaving no room for when I came back down Christmas Break. I had left my mom's house that weekend before heading to the get together with the parting words from my mom of "We're hoping to have a house by Christmas. Peter is trying." And needless to say, the weekend served to distract me from the pain of realizing this fact I guess. I had gotten back to Maine after four to five hours, went more or less straight to my room, laid down in my bed and basically cried. I cried, because once more I felt homeless.

Monday I still felt like Shit too. Just kept feeling like shit that entire day and limited interactions as much as possible. Had roommate help me clean out the Jeep I'm now driving (Was my mom's. Driving it to fix it up and get it working new while she has the Chevy) but after that the feelings returned. I even later made a trip to Coldstone with roommates and watched the Town, but all I could think about was how sad I was. Nothing was helping, and once more, went to sleep in tears.

Tuesday woke up again with the same dread feelings, worse that I had classes majority of the day and a 3 hour work day to deal with. But then I get this txt at work from my mom:

"Someone finally accepted Peters offer on a house. Now hopefully the inspection foes well so we can move."

She then later emailed me the listing.

Needless to say, I was dancing in the kitchen at work. I was being as faggy as faggy could be and still flipping burgers like a boss. I swear I was channeling my inner Lafayette! Still waiting on results of the inspection... but this means alot. It means we have a potential quaint little one floor house. It means I'll have my own bedroom, and it means we're not living under the mother of my mother's boyfriend's roof.

Just getting this out to 1: Explain why I was down the past couple days, and 2: Explain why I'm now elated.

Till later~
-Border Da Cougah