and then I found 20 bucks

well, everything kind of sucks right now. I guess not everything. but a lot of important things. as amanda informs me that my blog is boring her, I present a long written post with everything that's been happening. here's the deal:

so I packed all of my stuff, did some cleaning, and moved everything out of the FLSR to celesta's house where it needed to stay over the weekend since I couldn't move into my new apartment until monday.

then andy and I were supposed to go down to zion's to go camping with claire & jesse. thing 1 - it was going to be verrry cold, but we could deal. thing 2 - I got online to make our camp reservations the saturday before, but I got distracted and did everything but actually reserve it. then for some reason I thought andy was going to do and he thought I was going to do it, so come friday, nobody had done it and the campsites were all full. we wouldn't get there in time for the first come first served sites, so we had to cancel.

turns out it was national park week or something and all the parks were free, so it would have been super-crowded-impossible anyway. but I was still disappointed. then claire got mad at me for not "being responsible" or something like that. all in all - a lame friday.

what we missed out on hiking:
angel's landing
a most dangerous and pleasurable hike

saturday we went to andy's sister mary's concert with the deseret chamber singers, which was incredible. I loved it! so that's one good thing that came from no zion's. I was really impressed with the quality of the group and the acoustics in the baptist church didn't hurt any.

afterwards we went to a little french restaurant/patisserie in salt lake with lili, tracy, and betsy. I had a super-yummy sandwich - smoked turkey frisco panini or something like that. it had roasted artichoke hearts and other deliciousness. ended up having a crazy complicated and slightly stressful talk with andy that night, but it was a very good thing. all in all - a good day.

the interior:
significantly less charming when there's a group of 15 or so thoroughly loud and obnoxious youngsters who did not respond to my disapproving looks. we couldn't even hear ourselves talk sometimes. though this did nothing to discourage the quality of my sandwich.

sunday was nondescript. the kids were at the rimingtons' in heber so I got to go to church with celesta and paul, which was fun. paul is a great gospel doctrine teacher - just the right amount of humor, experience, and spirituality. stayed up til 3.30 or so talking with celesta.

monday, after lots of fun watching maxwell for an hour or so (puzzles, follow the leader, hard-boiled eggs, gardening, the like) I was supposed to move into my new apartment (pack up all my stuff again). so I check in with the office and get my key, head over to the apartment ... and oceane's not in my apartment. just some weird girl named krystal who told me she doesn't go to sleep until 3am on average (so I picked the other room).

before I even start to move my stuff I head back over to the office to tell them - what is going on?? because they'd already confirmed with me that I'd be with oceane. long story short - oceane never put my name down to room with her. initially I was in her apartment because I'd put her name down, but when it came to some reorganizing, the apartment people put oceane and nikki in another apartment and I got left high and dry.

the girl at the office was really helpful and tried her best to get me switched into their apartment, but it was just impossible logistically. they told me I could move into the next-door apartment. so I moved all of my stuff in. and then get a phone call that - oops! nevermind. some other girl needs to be in there. so I had to move all of my stuff AGAIN back down to original apartment #13 (I claimed to andy on being assigned to 13 that I don't believe in superstition. I take it back)

apartment 13 is on the ground floor. it is dank and smudgy and gloomy. the couches are old. there are excessive large appliances in the living room. my roommate says hi and launches into a monologue (no really, she's a theatre arts major) about how for some reason people think she's difficult to live with and she's found it easier to just stay in one place because people will move around her and that if I have a problem with her I just need to say it because she thinks that conflict brings people together.
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she has monopolozied the entire desk. she has this deep red velour curtain thing over the window that's nailed to the wall to keep all light out. the first morning I didn't wake up until way late because when I did wake up, I thought it was still night. when I hiked the curtain up and tucked it in at the top to let in the light and open the blinds, she closed it up again while I was in the shower (who's being passive/aggressive NOW, sarah-lucy??) she came back in the early afternoon and informed me that she was taking a nap and that I needed to turn the light off as soon as possible (I still haven't unpacked yet, bytheway. how am I supposed to unpack when the lights are always off?)

my roommate abhors light and insists on gloom. I CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS. the whole reason I'm here for spring/summer (besides my thesis, of course) is to live in the light!

krystal came out of her room for the first time around 6pm and informed us that she hadn't gone to bed until 4.30am and that she was exhausted. I felt 0% guilty about playing my uke and singing at 11am. I'm not going to jump through hoops for crazies. I sing. it's a matter of course. and pretty much the only thing that got me through that day.

monday was one of the most depressing days ever. I had moved 3 times (though we are extremely quick and efficient, I might add). I felt completely betrayed by my best friend - of course she didn't mean for this to happen, but she knew a long time before she told me that she wasn't going to room with me and it totally screwed me over. I would never have chosen to live in this place if it weren't for the fact that I'd be living with her. but hey, I let her take care of it without being well-enough aware of what was going on. this is still my responsibility.

that said, I can't stay here. I'm going to try and sell my contract for the summer term. I don't know if they'll let me cancel my lease for spring - I'm guessing not, though I could try and bank on their mercy and push the fact that they didn't do what they told me they were going to do.

in the mean time, I've contacted marie-laure about getting back into the FLSR and she told me the french house has spots open for spring AND summer and they'd love to have me back. and frankly, I couldn't want anything more right now. even if I don't know any of my roommates. at least tim and tanner and mike vogue will be there. I've lived there for 2 whole years now and the FLSR is home. I want to go home. even if I have to pay rent for the crap apartment so that I don't have to live there, I'll do it.

please FLSR - come back to me ...

and that is the end of my story ...

p.s. andy is sweet and tries to make me feel better. and the man single-handedly moved me 5 times in one weekend. he's a trooper :)