disclaimer:
the names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent, guilty, or indifferent. nobody who knows anybody involved will read this anyways, so what's the big deal?
so about the beginning of august was the time that i started looking for a place to live for the comming school year. UWM has a place on its website where people looking for roomates can post a little blurb about themselves, along with some contact info. the system works pretty well. one sunday afternoon i get a phone call from a girl by the name of michelle. she gives me the low down on the place she's been living at with 2 other roomates, and i end up heading down to milwaukee to check it out and meet the other female roomate (there would be another male roomate to this equation as well) that night. things are all cool, the place is decent, we all are from the same general area (which i guess must've been a main reason for calling me in the first place), and we hang out talking about not much of anything for a while. they aren't really my crowd of people, more "popular" type i guess, but i can deal. anyways, i tell them that i'm more than likely to take the place and that i'll be able to let them know in the next few days. they seem ok with this and tell me that i've got "first dibs". next day i call the folks (who are in South Dakota at a motorcycle rally for the week) and let them know what's up, they give it the green light. tuesday (two days from when i looked at the place) i call and leave a voice message with michelle to tell her that i'll take the place. about an hour and a half later she calls to tell me that the day before, one of their "really good friends" decided to move back to town and needed a place to stay, this was their ideal situation, and they gave the room to him. fuck. i even had the notion as i was driving home sunday that things, despite being told everything was cool, wouldn't work out. attractive girls just don't call me out of the blue and ask me to move in with them and their hot friend (not my type at all, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't think they were attractive). that kind of shit doesn't happen to me, i'm not that guy. michelle insists that it had nothing to do with me, she feels really really bad, we should hang out, they might come to one of my shows sometime, blah blah blah blah blah.
a few days go by and i end up finding a place on the same street as the above, about a block and a half down. this is where i'm typing from right now.
tonight there was a show at the 8th note. about 10:30 a girl walks in and asks if we have any matches. she's the type who's pretty out of place in the 8th Note. very pretty, but in a MTV preppy way more-so than a hipster coffeeshop way (you can spot these people a mile away. they usually as for something like a large iced vanilla soy latte. we only have one size, nothing cold, much less ice, anything vanilla or soy, and we can't make you a latte. nothing they expected to get is something we provide). i find her some matches and she asks some question, i don't remember what exactly, i think something to the effect of "how've you been?" it doesn't click immediately, at least not until she asks if i remember her, but it's michelle. we chit chat about the housing situations and she says that the guy they had move in is suddenly having to move out, like pronto. something about paperwork not going through. and that they're looking for someone to move in again. she says that she's happy i found a place, underlines the "i feel/felt bad about things" statements, etc. and goes about her way. i really never expected any of them to go out of their respective ways to make an appearence in the 8th note for any reason, so i'm content to think it's kinda cool she popped in, even for a moment.
when the original incident went down, people gave me the general "that's pretty lame" or "she seems like kind of a bitch" type of support. i understood that, but seeing as how i knew she felt pretty bad about it, i let it go without much thought. on the walk home tonight it dawned on me...her stopping in the 8th note tonight had nothing to do with matches, seeing me, or the show. the only real reason she came by was because they needed some sucker to move in with them. like, stat. why not start with the people you burned before? i suppose that it's not as bitchy as it seemed when i first figured it out, but still.
in other news. i got a bank statement in the mail today, and realized that i've got a lot more money than i thought i did. this is most likely the root cause for me to have spent so much more than i normally would on food and records in the last 24 hours.
the names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent, guilty, or indifferent. nobody who knows anybody involved will read this anyways, so what's the big deal?
so about the beginning of august was the time that i started looking for a place to live for the comming school year. UWM has a place on its website where people looking for roomates can post a little blurb about themselves, along with some contact info. the system works pretty well. one sunday afternoon i get a phone call from a girl by the name of michelle. she gives me the low down on the place she's been living at with 2 other roomates, and i end up heading down to milwaukee to check it out and meet the other female roomate (there would be another male roomate to this equation as well) that night. things are all cool, the place is decent, we all are from the same general area (which i guess must've been a main reason for calling me in the first place), and we hang out talking about not much of anything for a while. they aren't really my crowd of people, more "popular" type i guess, but i can deal. anyways, i tell them that i'm more than likely to take the place and that i'll be able to let them know in the next few days. they seem ok with this and tell me that i've got "first dibs". next day i call the folks (who are in South Dakota at a motorcycle rally for the week) and let them know what's up, they give it the green light. tuesday (two days from when i looked at the place) i call and leave a voice message with michelle to tell her that i'll take the place. about an hour and a half later she calls to tell me that the day before, one of their "really good friends" decided to move back to town and needed a place to stay, this was their ideal situation, and they gave the room to him. fuck. i even had the notion as i was driving home sunday that things, despite being told everything was cool, wouldn't work out. attractive girls just don't call me out of the blue and ask me to move in with them and their hot friend (not my type at all, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't think they were attractive). that kind of shit doesn't happen to me, i'm not that guy. michelle insists that it had nothing to do with me, she feels really really bad, we should hang out, they might come to one of my shows sometime, blah blah blah blah blah.
a few days go by and i end up finding a place on the same street as the above, about a block and a half down. this is where i'm typing from right now.
tonight there was a show at the 8th note. about 10:30 a girl walks in and asks if we have any matches. she's the type who's pretty out of place in the 8th Note. very pretty, but in a MTV preppy way more-so than a hipster coffeeshop way (you can spot these people a mile away. they usually as for something like a large iced vanilla soy latte. we only have one size, nothing cold, much less ice, anything vanilla or soy, and we can't make you a latte. nothing they expected to get is something we provide). i find her some matches and she asks some question, i don't remember what exactly, i think something to the effect of "how've you been?" it doesn't click immediately, at least not until she asks if i remember her, but it's michelle. we chit chat about the housing situations and she says that the guy they had move in is suddenly having to move out, like pronto. something about paperwork not going through. and that they're looking for someone to move in again. she says that she's happy i found a place, underlines the "i feel/felt bad about things" statements, etc. and goes about her way. i really never expected any of them to go out of their respective ways to make an appearence in the 8th note for any reason, so i'm content to think it's kinda cool she popped in, even for a moment.
when the original incident went down, people gave me the general "that's pretty lame" or "she seems like kind of a bitch" type of support. i understood that, but seeing as how i knew she felt pretty bad about it, i let it go without much thought. on the walk home tonight it dawned on me...her stopping in the 8th note tonight had nothing to do with matches, seeing me, or the show. the only real reason she came by was because they needed some sucker to move in with them. like, stat. why not start with the people you burned before? i suppose that it's not as bitchy as it seemed when i first figured it out, but still.
in other news. i got a bank statement in the mail today, and realized that i've got a lot more money than i thought i did. this is most likely the root cause for me to have spent so much more than i normally would on food and records in the last 24 hours.
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Oh and what weekend would that be, technically? The 14th - the 16th? I'm going to Nine Inch Nails on the 13th and I might be out of town with Logan until the 14th sometime in the evening. The chance is high that I wont be around.. It's up to you if you still want to stop by. I just wont be here.
I stuck a 10 through my ear a couple nights ago..and now it's pussing and getting crusty. I can't remember if it's supposed to do that or not.. but it hurts less today than it did yesterday. I suppose thats good, right?
Anyway, I've been meaning to ask if you have aim or a form of messenger.. I just kept forgetting. So.. do you have a form of messenger? Maybe we could chit-chat a bit more than usual.