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So much has happened since I last wrote. I'm kinda at the point of just being numbed to it all.

I am no longer a student at WSU. *tear* or I would be teary if going down to Winona to withdraw and pick up my things from the apartment hadn't been such a fiasco. Last Tuesday Dad and I drove down to Winona. We parked the truck in the lot in the alley behind the apartment and we let ourselves in through the back door which is in my room. Or what used to be my room. We walked in to find someone else's stuff in my room. My very neatly stacked boxes had been dumped unceremoniously in the front bedroom with a bunch of empty boxes throw in on top for good measure. I was soooooo pissed off. And it wasn't because my stuff had been moved so carelessly, it was that they hadn't asked me. If they had asked if Dorie could have my room since I wasn't coming back, I'd have told them no problem. But they didn't ask which is what bothers me.

So Dad and went to campus, did my withdraw stuff (*tear* had to give back my computer) and headed back to the apartment to pack up. We had to pack up a good majority of the kitchen because it was mostly my dishes that I had brought down earlier this summer for Rachael and Megan to use. That was time consuming but not too bad. Until we were the only ones left in the apartment and doing a final walk through 0nce the trunk was packed. We found more of my kitchen stuff that no one had told us was in other cupboards. If we hadn't looked we'd have missed a ton of mom's fiesta ware plates. We did end up having to leave behind a few things because they were in use. Not that they should have been since they knew that I was coming down to get my stuff.

Later that evening Rachael called and was all huffy over a stupid pickle container. I'd left a note on the fridge with a list of everything that was mine that they still had and that I would need back. I wasn't going to fight with her over a retarded piece of tupperware, so I was like fine, keep the damn thing. And then she was all, well you took something of Megan's too. She didn't know what but she said Megan would let me know. Great. So the next morning I sent Megan a message on Facebook apologizing for possibly having taken something that wasn't mine. It wasn't my intention to take anything that didn't belong to me and I was genuinely sorry if I didn't take something of hers. She called me back later while I was at work to leave me a really snotty voicemail saying that I'd take her six muffin muffin pan. Seriously? Ok, of course I'll give it back, but all that nastiness from both of them or a muffin pan that only makes six muffins and probably costs a dollar at Target? Are you kidding me? Apparently not. So whatever.

I was on my way home from work and my phone buzzed. It was Facebook letting me know that someone had written on my wall. Wendy (Rachael's mom) had left the most condescending message on my wall and then written on other people's walls to go look at mine if they wanted a laugh.

Here's what she wrote: "Good luck in your new endeavor however a phone call would have been nice so you didn't scare the bejeebers out people. Please let me know if you want to pick up your items that were left there and drop off the few things that were taken that shouldn't have been. This of course could have been avoided with some prewarning. But such is life."

Seriously? As long as I'm paying rent on that apartment, it's still my apartment, which means I don't have to call ahead to give warning that I'm coming down. And I did let them know that I was coming a couple days before. Still. I can't believe that Rachael had to go and get her mom involved. My mom called her a bitch. God that was sooooooooo funny. My mom NEVER swears. The worst that ever comes out her mouth is damn it and she always apologizes after for swearing. I just couldn't believe that she called Rachael a bitch. I mean she is a bitch, but you know my mom is BEYOND pissed to have said that about someone. Anyhoo. Rachael called me again few days later to let me know that apparently I had a few more of her things. My mom is like, I'll mail them tomorrow. She said I shouldn't have to take them over to Rachael's parents house and deal with Wendy.

So that's that whole drama. Still very bitter about it all. I mean I'm a little bitter about having to be the grown up of my friends and make tough decisions like not going back to Winona. A little part of me resents that they still get to go to WSU and have a good time. But after all the drama that went on with the apartment, I'm not sorry to see them go. Driving away from Winona made me realize that I'll miss the school more than I'll miss my "friends". The only person I'll miss at Winona is Jen, but she comes home pretty frequently so I'll still get to see her.

So before most of this drama happened, Darrell and I found out that we couldn't close on the house on the our anniversary like we were supposed to. His mortgage broker is a fucking idiot and didn't do some of the necessary paper work to give the back the clear to close so the bank didn't send out for the title. Which takes about a week to do and the bank won't close within 5 days of the last day of the month or within 5 days of the first of them month. So now we don't get to close until my birthday. Hopefully. It's not even a for sure thing that we'll be able to close that soon. We're both back to living with our parents for now. The third stall of his parents garage looks like a storage unit since pretty much everything from the apartment is there now plus some stuff that was bought just for the house. You can't even walk into my room right now it's so full of my stuff. I have to step on things to get into bed. But it's all only temporary.

I quit my job a K-Mart so now I won't have to drive between Anoka / Andover and New Hope for a month. I got a wonderful new job working at the law office. I actually have mom's old job there. I don't start for a few more weeks, but I'm really looking forward to it. I am officially a student at Anoka Ramsey Community College now. I have to go in and meet with an advisor some time this week to figure out my schedule.

I didn't get my loan to go back to WSU like I originally wanted to, but it seems to be working out for the best. Now I get to move into a new house with my boyfriend and work towards building our life together.

I should stop now. I really need to move most of my stuff from my room to the basement. Or at least move enough stuff to clear a path to my bed. A bientôt!