Happy New Year

What a way to start the new year...

I’ve noticed it’s the same here as my diary, in that I haven’t really “written” anything. Fluffy entries to let acquaintances and family know what’s kinda going on. With my physical journal/diary, I’ve little incentive to physically write down words due to the fact that any writing utensil in my hand automatically becomes a drawing utensil. With blogging, I’m going to admit, I’m a bit intimidated by knowing that family, friends, and some old peers and instructors are all able to read it. I know, this is my fault; I should have a ‘friend blog’ and a separate ‘family blog,’ oh well.

She was…she is just crazy. She is bipolar. Looking back, I’d do everything the same. She saved my artwork from the flood. She was passive aggressive. She treated myself and the other roommates pretty crappy. She was obsessive compulsive. She threatened to burn the house down. She demanded instantaneous cleanliness, however her room was often a dump whenever I chanced saw it. She left a used condom in Steph’s bed…under the fitted sheet. She wanted Sally and I to take “her side,” and kick Steph out. She wanted to sue us. She was great when she was great, she was vile when she was vile. She was served Wednesday morning. She keeps threatening to burn the house down. We three are homeless. The last night I stayed at that house was the night of my birthday. Steph fled the home the night she was threatened, Sally and I followed a week after…after it was made clear that we were not allowed to feel safe in our home. She came to me for advice on how to talk with Steph about the uncleanliness, and I told her to talk with her. She announced she was moving out. We moved out on Saturday. The Friday before, we filed for a restraining order. She stomped around, verbally threatened to beat up Steph. I got the storage and moving van shit together, Sally did the legal research. Steph got the police report. Travis gave me back rubs. Matt and Braden housed me. Michael, Harley, Travis, Morgan, Dan, Michelle, Mom, Dad, and several of Sally’s friends helped all of us move while she was at work. We hadn’t even packed anything into boxes, and we were out in four hours. Don’t use Budget Truck Rental. These events are all out of order.

I am blessed with so many good people in my life. This entire experience was a mind job, and forced me to summon up balls I never thought I had. I miss those Mormons, and I will miss assuming every person I meet is good at first sight. We’re working towards Hawaii. I’m glad I’m staying in Seattle until then, to stand my ground, and to live with Matt and Brayden. I’m still very much in love with dragons, despite their cheesy disposition in mainstream media. I’ve become very close to Travis, even though he drives me bonkers. I love this man that cannot work a yo-yo. He has shown me that I’m a worthwhile person, and that fairytales are possible. I’ll feed him gummy bears forever.

We want her to get help, but we all know that she is the only one who has that power.
I’m moving on, and into a fantastic house with other wonderful starving artists and their cats. I’ve known these wonderful people for four years, and this two story, four bedroom house will cost us about four hundred bucks each. Comes with a sauna, two and a half baths, front and back yard, and excellent landlords. My portfolio is half done, and Hawaii is still a possibility. Say what you like, but I’m not going to stop working towards my happy ever after.