April- Eli broke up with me. Was inconsolable. Seemed completely random.
May/June- Burney moved in. Yay. We had a Villains Party. Met Jeromy. Zoe returned and we had a cake fight. I threw myself at Jack's friend Walter and was a general embarrassment. Started hanging out with Meagan and made suggestions to bring her in as the next roommate.
July- Burney makes several attempts at suggesting guys for me to date. All failures. Then she mentions someone that Tristan had made vague references to in the past. I goad her into inviting him to a revival of Game Night. He's pretty ridiculously attractive, despite the recently shorn locks, but slightly awkward. At Burney's insistence, I Facebook friend him and invite him to the next week's, which happens to also be the night of the Harry Potter premiere. Eli is there, but things are only moderately awkward. I'm thrilled. And from there things get complicated.
I get a Facebook message from Meagan's on-again-off-again love interest telling me that she and Eli fooled around drunkenly whilst he and I were dating. I send him a message asking about it and he confirms, giving me only a lame apology. I tell him I never want to see him again. The new boy sends me a Facebook message in which he inadvertently claims to be Christ. This is how I refer to him from here out. Since then I haven't seen or talked to Eli (though I did hear that Meagan has herpes! = o!) and have completely and obscenely fallen for Christ. Knew I'd end up falling for him when I got this response from a message I sent him: "Did that sound suitably self-outraged as to imply profound apologeticness and thus prompt abstinance from further references to the offending party as a jerk?"
In fact, it may be easier here to document messages sent during the time to convey my smittenness.
'...a brilliantly animated, terribly intelligent, overly attractive young man. Especially one with knee-weakening eloquence and eyes that make your breath catch a little bit. There are far too few of these in the world, so we should preserve the ones that exist.' That was after two weeks of knowing him. I'm sure that this is thoroughly boring, so we'll just leave it at that and say that my affection towards him has increased exponentially with every single day that has passed since then.
It was shortly after Christ and I started seriously talking, in Vallarta's, that Tristan told me he thought that our days of being super good friends were numbered. Couldn't tell me why, but it was the beginning of the end. In the last few weeks, things have definitely started to go to shit. He and Burney decided that it'd be a good idea to date one another. Given her propensity for fits and general immaturity, this put me in a very uneasy situation. If they broke up and she decided that she couldn't deal with living here, we're suddenly out a roommate. Which means I'm suddenly on the streets with a broken lease on my credit report, rendering me unable to procure an apartment elsewhere. After I grumble about it, they agree to sign me off of the lease and I'll continue to live here, resting safe in the knowledge that at least if she bails I'll still be able to find somewhere else to live.
The week that I'm supposed to be signed off the lease, Burney evidently goes crazy. Starts with how we don't clean as often as she'd like for cleaning to be done, so instead she does it and gets mad with how she's the only one who ever cleans. But then she just goes off on how there are 'personality differences' and basically pins it all on me somehow. Makes up random excuses that have no bearing on the situation and tells people that ('Lisa thinks that if she keeps late hours and dyes her hair weird colors, people will think she's still a teenager'...what?) when they ask why she's leaving. Well, that, or one of a dozen other reasons that she apparently makes up on the spot, as she never brought them up when we asked her about why she was leaving. But she says that she'll stay until we get a new roommate.
That lasts for all of a week and a half. Then I get a text that says that she's moving out in January regardless of whether we've found someone or not. Essentially, all she's done is prove that she is completely capable and even likely to do exactly what I'd been worried that she was going to do-- flip shit and strand us. At this point, I'm not sure what we're going to do about a new roommate. Tempted to go off and find a new place myself so that I'll at least be securely living elsewhere when this lease breaks. I told her that I wasn't going to let her off of the lease unless we'd found someone else, so at least she'd be fucked, too. Gr. Arg.
Well, that's it for now. Thank you for being updated on my life.
