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Back from my Apartment hunting in VA. The Town of Culpeper is very nice looking it reminds me of Athens, OH. Some things that I will do next time I head down (as in the actual moving) are as follows:

- Be sure to leave earlier enough so that you arrive with light in the town: I left around 11:30am on Monday and arrived in town at 9:30pm in the dark checking directions can be a pain especially when...

- Don't drive the backroads! Even if Google says its shorter, in my case Virginia is Mountainous and the roads are twisty not good a night with fog and no lighted roads. I swear if I saw someone running around asking if I seen their wife or daughter with that much fog I am not staying when Pyramid Head pops up.

- Make sure you have legible directions. the hotel directions were small script compared to google's and they both used google map. I rectified this for the trip back.

- Try to divide the big trip over days so as to prevent driver's ass. Your thighs, elbows etc will thank you.

Now I need to do some moving prep and budget planning because I plan on heading down the 29th. I have to pay utilities and both apartment complexes didn't give definates. I will say this though. I am liking the one apartment's townhouses. lotsa breathing room.

More on the town. Culpeper is a crossroads of two avenues: Civil War sites and Wine. Yeah I'm pert near several vineyards. Infact during my drive back I saw one already bear due to winter's approach. Friends of mine who like wine please check the virginia lists and please be kind on my monetary concerns ;0

Let's start with three easy targets, all lumped under corporate greed.

First, the GOP.

Today they, along with their fellow travelers, have ruined almost any chance that Americans can breath easy when they go see a doctor or spend time in a hospital

The GOP cares nothing about your health in any way, shape or form. Just pay your medical costs and don't bother anyone over it if you go bankrupt because of your need for medical coverage.

Then there is the medical insurance industry, who in partnership with the GOP, has prevented any hope that Americans will obtain any relief this or any other year in the foreseeable future. God forbid that their profits should diminish one penny because Americans are hurting because of unaffordable basic health insurance coverage.

And last, but not least, is corporate medicine. I'm not targeting the actual health care providers as such. It's those people who sit at the door to the hospital and demand your medical coverage information before your actual medical need. God forbid that they should take care of someone before worrying about who is going to pay. Go ahead. try and get past them. Good luck.

Shame on all of these greedy animals. There is a place in hell for all of them for derailing hope for the surviving middle class and working poor in America.

Shame on John McCain. Shame on Joe Lieberman. Shame on all who stand in the way of meaningful reform of the medical industry and the insurance companies that bleed Americans dry simply because they can.

today nathan and i have been together for nine years. NINE YEARS, WHOA

happy anniversary, the_hiddenlevel! you're great to put up with me for so long. it must be love!

i only have one more lyric to write and then i won't have any more writing for the rest of the semester! which means i can focus on studying for my national massage exam which i have scheduled for dec 24.

maybe, just maybe i'll be able to do normal-people things again, like eating meals and going to sleep and posting to my livejournal. for a couple of weeks anyway...

Gotta head down to VA to inspect potential apartments. Monday-Wednesdayish

One of the potential apartment I was looking into complexes apparently prevent people from signing a lease if their income is beyond a certain amount. They cited Tax Credit Community as the reason. Now I am perplexed by this. Anyone with a legal background care to explain this to me? Or anyone with apartment hunting in their past?

I am perplexed by this.

Just got the final papers to fill out via elctronically. I am really happy right now. New avenues begin! =D

Thank you for still using this thing!



(Pink Snow Bunny #9 was supposed to be making fun of 9 Chickweed Ln but apparently no one got it)

( My body is turmoil of emotions D: )

first of all: i was running around outside without a coat on yesterday and today it is SNOWING so fuck you too, weather monster. but it does give me an excuse to wear my adorable new snow boots so there's that.

OKAY buckle down with a nice warm cup of cocoa and put on your snuggie, because this is going to be a bit of a tale.

soooooo, remember how my bitchface roommate kicked me out for no reason? and remember how i found a new apartment but i wasn't going to move in until early december because my life is really really hectic and i didn't have time to move, and also i had until december 15th according to my sublet agreement? yeah? remember all that? of course you do because i just helpfully linked you.

okay so two days--TWO DAYS Y'ALL--after i got that apartment, i'm sitting in my room at the other place (hereafter referred to as bitchville). i'd just taken a shower. something you should know about the shower is that the curtains do not go all the way to the floor. they barely clear the side of the tub. also they are made out of cloth, not plastic. it's dumb. when i viewed the apartment there was a plastic curtain, but when i moved in they were cloth, and i pointed out to my bitchface roommate that that was not an ideal curtain arrangement, but she said it wasn't a big deal. okay whatever. only after the other roommate moved in, she pointed out that the floor (which was carpeted for some reason) would get really wet after anyone showered. NOTE: ANYONE.

so anyway i just took a shower and i was sitting in my room doing one of the six billion things i had to do when i am interrupted by a BANGING on my door. in retrospect i shouldn't have even answered it. but i did. it's bitchface. she's accusing me of flooding the bathroom on purpose. i told her it wasn't my fault; they aren't my shower curtains. she said she was going to call the landlord because she "wasn't going to be responsible for any damage." i was like whatevs, i'm busy, and was going to leave it at that but then she demanded that i move my stuff from the kitchen.

more backstory: she had told me via email (AFTER the kick-out, bee-tee-dubs) to move my stuff from the kitchen counter into the cabinet. i refused, mostly because the cabinets? are fucking packed to the gills with her shit. i discovered that when i did groceries and tried to put stuff away. no room, so i tucked everything into a neat little corner on the counter. totally out of the way. so i replied to the email that the stuff would move when i moved, and not to touch it.

so she's telling me to move the stuff again because she "needs to cook." i really wish i had taken a picture of my stuff on that counter, because it could not have been any more out of the way. so i reiterate that it will move when i move, and not to touch it. she protests. i tell her in no uncertain terms not to touch my shit, and then i close the door on her. she threatens to call the police (my actual response: "bitch please"), bangs on my door a second time, then apparently leaves.

so, review: my crazy-ass roommate has just threatened me over daring to have my belongings in public view, in an apartment for which i pay rent. the whole situation suddenly took on an aura of UNSAFE.

i just start texting people like it was my job. first i text almost every single male in my program like NEED TO MOVE RIGHT NOW I'M TOTALLY NOT KIDDING. then i text one of the guys, jake, that lives a block away from bitchville and ask him to come over and just be a presence. he's like ON IT and zips right over. i also text my mom (my text: "mom, my roommate is threatening me. i am sad and scared. i want my mommy"), who calls me immediately. her advice? "get your blender, sarah. go in that kitchen and get your blender." which was very nice advice in that it was both helpful and strangely comforting.

i have jake come with me into the kitchen to get my stuff. he looks around the kitchen and asks "where's the stuff she's mad about?" i point it out to him: it's literally two boxes of cereal, two sets of tupperware bowls stacked atop each other, and a jar of honey. i am not lying. jake actually laughs. it is nice to have another person's affirmation that bitchface is, indeed, totally barking mad.

jake sticks around for a little while, being manly and so forth, while i start getting a rather touching outpouring of text replies. folks are all like ON MY WAY. so i just start packing my shit. jake kindly takes a few of my things to his house (including the aforementioned blender). nichole shows up and we keep packing my shit. tyrone shows up and joins in. vince shows up and joins in. then nathan shows up.

oh, did i mention that this was the day nathan was arriving to spend the week with me? i was supposed to pick him up at the airport but i had him take a cab (one of the nice things about living in astoria: very cheap, quick cab rides to the airport. take that, FinDist!). so the poor guy literally shows up at my door (after working third shift the night before), gets a brief hug and kiss, and is instructed to grab what he can of my stuff and get moving. so there's my boyfriend, three of my classmates, and I, with nearly all of my belongings strapped to our backs, walking through astoria, queens. rock and roll, i guess.

there is one person in my entire program, counting both years, that has a car. i text him, saying i wouldn't ask normally but this is an emergency. he had tickets to a show that night, but promised to show up afterwards. and show up he did, after my earlier crew had finished moving all the smaller, lighter items and gone home. it's freaking midnight and this guy who isn't even in my year shows up with his car, absolutely no complaints, and helps me move my bed and other heavy things.

i get by with a little help from my friends.

i like to say that this was the best terrible experience i've ever had, because this could have gone down much, much, MUCH worse. if this had happened thanksgiving weekend, most of my friends would have been out of town and been unable to help. it could have rained. i was damn, damn lucky to have gotten an apartment just TWO DAYS before, not to mention in walking distance.

so. that happened. and now i'm in my new apartment. which i fucking love, by the way. i mean, it's small. i haven't any kitchen necessities like plates. and, hugely, i haven't internet, which is why it's taken me so long to post this (i'm at school at the mo). but I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANY STONE-COLD BITCHES SO IT'S A FUCKING PALACE.

i'm going home in less than a month for (a painfully short) winter break, and i'll bring some house stuff back with me. i'll hook up some internet soon. it's just a matter of waiting, like everything else about my living situations have been ever since i set foot back in this city.

i never thought i would be living alone again. as much as i love living with nathan, there is just something indescribably wonderful about solitary living. i miss nathan, i miss my cats, but i intend to enjoy this rare flavor of having my very own apartment while i can.

i'm gonna get a couch next month! i'm looking forward to your visit (yes, i am looking at you!)!

( Suddenly! )

I'm looking for the Wizard