At least sometimes I’m reminded that people I think are way cooler than me really aren’t.

Today I have to:
call the landlord (there are weird red curtains in the windows of my old UNRENTED apartment...?)
call my momma
write

I have to have most of a short story to workshop by next tuesday. I have the beginnings of a couple but I need to sit down with one and just write at it, so maybe I’ll entice E to the coffee shop tonight, because I like working there and not at home. This weekend was overly social: on Friday I went to Denise’s pyjama party wedding, but Saturday we didn’t really do anything except get into a big fight while driving to go downtown (all set off because of above-mentioned weird red curtains.) Then we went and looked at a couple of sites for the wedding. One place called the Physick House (doesn’t that just sound cool?) looked really nice and its cheap ($1500) but they don’t allow dancing. How can you have a wedding without dancing? Though, that does sound good to me, since I’m not too keen on dancing. Yesterday we had E’s mom over for dinner and then we went to the local dive bar to check it out. The bartender was a scary old lady called boo. Really.

Well, I just called the old landlord and my mom, and basically both conversations were lame. Ed is letting the guy who lived downstairs from us move into our apartment, and he let him move some stuff early. Now, it seems like I should get some money back for rent? Since I paid through February? Well, he seems to think no. And since I broke the lease four months early, and don’t even have to pay for March, maybe he’s right. The good news is that the place is rented and I don’t have to worry about it ever again.

The second conversation had like NOTHING good about it. I told my mom how we’re being all responsible and looking for wedding sites and all she can do is be negative and grumble about how she can’t handle another go-around like with my sister and no one ever listens to her and blah blah blaaaaaaaah. I hung up on her. I can’t believe she’s comparing me to my sister. Not that my sister is a terrible person, but we’re totally different and go about things differently. I’m trying to be respectful but we’re just going to end up paying for this ourselves. This is what I don’t understand: my mom wants to be part of the planning, but being part of the planning seems to completely stress her out. We’re letting her help plan because she’s paying for it, If it’s not fun for her, why are we letting her be a part of it? And if we pay for it, she gets to invite five people. That’s it. Fuck this. It totally sucks, and is taking something that I’m so excited about, and have been having such a good time with Eric at, and she’s is RUINING it.

At least I got my two telephone calls out of the way. ha. ha.

I feel like one of those cartoons where I now have a dark cloud storming over my head. GRUMBLE!