Summer Time

Well the semester is done and over with. Technically I should be finished with college but I’m taking an extra year since I’m doing a dual major of psychobiology and studio art. I got a 3.5, which was good enough to get on Dean’s List. Plus the last two semesters have definitely pulled up my GPA, which is good.

I’m stressed out of my mind, which is not so good. It was really stupid of me to stay up in Binghamton last summer. More than anything I wish I could go back and change it. I made no money last summer (barely enough to cover books) and now I’m in semi-debt. I owe Time Warner Cable an oustanding bill of $100.94. They sent out a letter in March apparently, telling me that they’re sending a collecting agent after me. But I was never at my apartment, since I moved to the house on ‘M’ street, and I never forwarded my mail. I plan on sending the bill after I get my security deposit back from my landlord, which is $275. However, my landlord has turned off his answering machine and I haven’t been able to contact him about getting my security deposit back. In addtion, I owe my housemate and friend, Jennie, $80 for past due bills. I also was going to use the deposit money to pay her, but she IMed me two days ago asking for the money now. Which is understandable, but I’m unemployed until July, when camp starts, and I don’t get paid until the end of July, which obviously sucks for me.

In addition, my housemates for next year are retarded. No one has turned on the utilities for the new house and I refuse to do it. I don’t want the bill in my name beacuse I’m afraid of more debt, in the event that someone doesn’t pay. Which, with my housemates, wouldn’t surprise me in the least.

On top of everything, I have to take Organic Chemistry II with the lab…I was planning on taking it at Broome Community College, but they don’t offer it during the fall…which means I would have toi take it at Binghamton if I wanted to take it in the fall…which I’m terrified of since I barely passed Organic Chemistry I here. So I may have to put it off til the spring, but I also have to take some more of my art classes in the spring since they aren’t being offered in the fall.

As you can see, I’m not a happy person right now.

In other news…thiings with Mike are so-so. I went to visit him the last week in May. The trip was good except the ticket vendor for the Shortline bus had an IQ of about…a potato. The bus trips (both ways) were uneventful, which was a definite plus. Spending time at Mike’s house was nice…his parents were very sweet to me and told me I could come back any time. Mike acted like a jerk several times throughout the trip, and it seriously pissed me off. One day, I was wearing a pink strapless shirt…it wasn’t low-cut, just strapless. I got it at Old Navy, and thought it looked spring-y. Mike made me change telling me, "It’s just my parents, you don’t need to dress like that. Going downtown is one thing, but you don’t need to dress like that for dinner with my parents." FUCK YOU! It’s not like I was wearing a see-through halter top…it really angered me…He picks on the way I do my hair (he thinks I use too much gel), he doen’t like my make-up (he says my dark eye shadow makes me look like a whore)….Wow, Mike, can I take fashion lessons from you…?

The second time was when I was showering. Mike’s house is tiny, and the stairs leading down to his room is almost directly across from the bathroom. Instead of getting changed in the bathroom, which makes me take extra time in the bathroom plus it’s all steamy and gross in there, I wore a towel from Mike’s room, to the bathroom, and then back to Mike’s room. I was fully covered, and the towel went well below past my knees. The next day he flat out told me to not wear a towel in the house. Don’t see what the big deal is, but fine…

The worst insult was given the last morning I was at his house. I was going down on him for awhile and nothing was happening (despite changing up my methods) and my neck was starting to really stiffen. I was uncomfortable, but I kept going because it would be really rude not to. Mike however, has no problems being rude, and says to me, "Get up, I hear my mom." OK….I understand that your walls may be thin, but they’re not that thin…I wasn’t making any discernible noise and Mike wasn’t either. I mean, damn, all that effort for nothing. I mean, he didn’t even try to make it up to me or anything. And he refuses to reciprocate… he told me once while we were drunk that he hates going down on women. Anyway, he attempted to cuddle with me, but I just grabbed my clothes (because G-d forbid I should walk across the two foot landing leading to the bathroom in a towel…) and left.

Later that morning he was in a bad mood and rushed me out of the house…I was ready by 10, yet he didn’t first come upstairs til 10:30…the fact that we were running late was not my fault…He apologized in the car, telling me he didn’t want me to miss my bus, but still…There’s a way to act, and there’s a way you shouldn’t act…So whatever. I’m going up again on June 22nd, so we’ll see what happens.

**Artist**