Gemma - Roman's annoying, creepy, bitchy roommate - tried to yell at me for using the bathroom. I am tired of letting her yell at me without yelling back, so I ignored her and walked into Roman's room. As I did so, she shouted "Fuck you!" at me. Then, they sent Roman an email - while we were both in his room - telling him to not let me come back here until he moves out. They tell him this every once in a while, and he always says no and everything is fine until they yell at me again.
But this time: this time I am angry. The woman curses at me, yells "fuck you" at me... I wanted nothing more than to open the door and slap the shit out of her. But Roman just shrugs his shoulders and says he's sorry. I don't want him to be sorry. If he doesn't want to yell at them, I want to be able to yell at them, to defend myself. Ugh.
On a much, much happier note: my Uncle Mike is officially giving me $5400, which will be money for the roadtrip and to pay for my new car (!). The condition is that in the fall, I start taking over my mother's monthly $150 payments. I think this is more than reasonable, and actually incredibly nice of him. Then, this morning, he also told me that he and my Aunt Peg are going to buy a new laptop for me.
No one has ever gotten me a present like that, one that I need for the next stage of my life, one that I could afford on my own, but that will save me a buttload of money and will be much higher quality coming from them. I was so touched... I've been weepy all day because of it. Of course, I am leaving my home city for at least three years in less than three weeks, and so I've been rather emotional in general lately. But yeah - family is kind of awesome, sometimes.
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