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2007-01-25 : 11:56 am

Currently the inadequate sun is blinding me. I will move.

So, because I have gotten individual emails from each and every one of you readers, even you crazy lurkers from Nashua (SERIOUSLY! WHO ARE YOU!) breathlessly asking me to keep you abreast of The Annoying Roommate Chronicles, I'll fill you in on the latest.

The backstory here is that last week we had a little roommate conference, and things have been a LOT better and more liveable around here since then.

In an act which defines the concept of perfect timing, Ryan, 26, who I generally consider a friend, has turned into a kicking, screaming, pouting child and has decided to move out because he hates Nick, 21 (that Jesus-looking guy I wrote about a few entries ago). He has told the 3 of us who are not Nick, and left it to us to tell Nick that he's moving out, and why.

Again, this decision was made 4 days after we had our little pow wow and everyone started acting like perfect little angels.

As obnoxious as Nick is, he is not dangerous. He is not sketchy. He's just immature. As much as he drives me crazy, the fact that his reaction when our other roommate gently told him that Ryan was moving out because of him was to say "Wow... what did I do? I'm confused. I'm really embarrassed, actually" made me feel really bad for him. In fact, the rest of us, who have been very annoyed by this dude, have all kind of come around to him because we feel so bad that Ryan is acting like such an infantile pouty-faced poop head.

I was going to let well enough alone and not say anything to Ryan, because he's (snort) an adult and he is allowed to make his own decisions, and I fully, fully respect that. Also, it's pretty clear to me that he's doing this for the reaction, so that everyone will beg him to stay and I am knowingly immature enough to not want to give him the satisfaction. However, I know that the bottom line here is that he does not want to leave this apartment that he loves, in the area that he loves, and the 3 roommates who are genuine friends of his, so I told him last night that frankly, I thought he was making a mistake and that I didn't think he should move.

His reaction was very, very pouty. "Psh. Well you're the only one, apparently." Proving mine and everyone else's point that he's doing this for the reaction, and so that everyone else will beg him to stay. I asked him if he expected us all to say anything to him and he loftily said that no, he didn't. Which I don't believe for a second.

So, sigh, since to my knowledge I have never actually given birth OR signed any adoption papers in my life, I'm deciding not play the role of Mommy in this case, to just shut up about it, and just let Ryan make the stupid decision to move to a teeny, tiny one-bedroom apartment where his dependent-upon-social-interaction-and-getting-attention-from-everyone personality will certainly suffer, where he will be far away from Coolidge Corner, an area he loves, and pay a LOT more money per month instead of growing a sack and just talking it out with Nick who, it turns out, is really quite receptive.

Speaking of insecurity, I've been plagued by the insecurity monster lately. Seriously, what is that ABOUT? Just sayin'. I hope it's just a phase, but it's like I think I'm gonna be fired any minute, that my roommates are talking about me behind my back, that my boyfriend is getting sick of me. Even though I just got a raise, I am certainly not the one on my roommates' shitlists right now, in fact we're all getting along, and my boyfriend just wrote to me saying he loves me. That actually makes me feel better. But any praise or general acclaim you could shower upon me via comments or general post would be much appreciated.

I've been a knitting and crocheting machine lately. In the past month I've crocheted a baby sweater, a scarf (that i LOVE), and an over-stuffed turtle (not the one from Knitty, for those of you who are on the knitster tip, though that is one of my next projects) and I've finished another scarf I had started last year, I knit a hat on Sunday, attached buttons to it on Tuesday (sooo cute) and I'm working on a pair of Charlie Card mittens now.

Which is good, because it is as frigid as Carrie's mom over here in the upper right hand side of the country. They're all gonna laugh at you!!! You and your dirty pillows!!!

Yeah so that's that. Not a fascinating entry, but it's been a while since I've written anything, so at least you guys have SOMETHING from me, because I know you were all suffering. Like, a lot.

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