Today was off.

I had at least one full panic attack in the middle of my class. And many half ass "hey, you're getting close" moments. I was behind on sleep for at least the first half of my day. The second half, post-nap, wasn't too bad until I tried to see The Boy.

I have no clue if I've mentioned here, but he has to move. The family he's staying with is moving, and they can't take him. Not that he could go anyway, because of work. But it's been stressful for him. He's too short on the money, his current room mate (a complete partier with terrible priorities and no concept of clean) has invited himself to come along and not pay a down payment, his soon-to-be room mate (I love David. David > Dumbass) is having trouble finding work, and now something else happened today and he was so stressed he seemed to barely get through a conversation with me, let alone really want to see me. My ego's a tad bruised.

Is it stupid? Yes. Am I still hurt anyway? Yeah.

And then Stacy is coming back tomorrow, and everyone's miserable here because of it.

Okay, dinner. Sorry that you guys finally get an update and I'm being emo.

After four months, company is beginning to wreak like all hell.

So to fill in about Stacey. Stacy? Meh, don't matter. Stacy is my cousin's ex-girlfriend. We aren't very close to him because in my dad's side of the family my grandmother is one hell of a manipulator and she finds my dad to be a bad influence (which, don't get me wrong, before I was born he definitely was, and even now he has his moments of blah) so until the end of last summer, my dad and Jeremy never had the chance to bond much. For ... a week, I want to say, it was Jeremy, Stacy, and my Grandmother. Jeremy was liked, Stacy was liked, my Grandmother ... is one of those psycho uber born agains and she's never been liked by anybody with half a mind.

So we kept in contact, partly because it's family, partly because Stacy really wanted to move to California and came and stayed at our house again a month later as she went and did a couple interviews for work.

Then, two days after moving to another apartment in Philly (ahh, I felt bad for them ... Pennsylvania tends to suck a lot of nut) Jeremy revealed he had a new girlfriend, one of his former students (relax! He's a college music theory teacher. He's like thirty, she's like twenty).

So my dad, ever so generous, allowed Stacy to move in with us. She has now been here four months, like I said. And now she's going on vacation back to PA. And thank whatever God may be.

She's a diagnosed bipolar. She's intensely passive agressive. Her friend's coming to visit, and after all this talk of how she wasn't gonna get involved cos he's getting divorced and blahblahblah, they're having sex. In his guest room. Meaning, in my mom's room. Loudly. Worst of all? She's not paying rent. A hundred dollars a week, and she can't manage that. But, she's taking a three week trip cross country.

Now here's what I said to my mom; "three things ... one, at least [The Boy] tells me to shut up ... two, at least we don't do it in Momma Bear's bed ... three, at least [The Boy] is attractive and not ... that!" I mean, the rest sucks, especially the financial part (which affects all of us, directly or otherwise) but do you have any idea how difficult it is to piss in the middle of the night when you can hear your room mate having sex with some weird guy who you don't even want to say is naked, let alone picture?

Yeah, Mel definitely needs a few freaking weeks of Stacy-free ness.

[Footnote: Stacy is a nice, funny chick, don't get me wrong, it's not like I hate her. But I do know that she expects my family to just take care of her while she does whatever she damn well feels like. And its especially bothersome when we're not keeping contact with our own blood in the process.]