I do not appreciate being woken up. Ever. Under any circumstances. I mean, even if it was 2 pm, I haven't slept worth a crap in days and I didn't go to bed till after the sun had come up. But, there I am, actually asleep, and I slowly become aware that someone is pounding on my door and won't go away. Grr. So I get up, look around in a panic for some clothes, and make it to the door just as it's being unlocked. It's the landlord, and I can't understand a word he says at the best of times, because he's very foreign, but he's all agitated and I'm half asleep and it takes a minute for it to sink in that he's sort of yelling at me. Apparently water was leaking into the kitchen of the apartment below, and the landlord was all "What did you do?!" And ok, I know he owns the place, but it pissed me off a bit when he just shoves past me and looks under the sink, and then goes in the bathroom and looks around. Anyway, I don't have any leaks anywhere, and he says some stuff I don't understand and goes away. Then I start thinking maybe I should try to clean the kitchen some in case someone comes back. (My...er...ex-boyfriend...doesn't quite understand the concept of cleaning up spills before they harden into something you have to chip off with an ice pick.) So now I'm all wide awake rushing around cleaning, and then there's another knock on the door. It's this guy I recognize, I've seen him in the hall before but didn't know he lived right below me, and he's also very foreign, but much nicer, and he asks me to please not use my sink today. Probably sometime tomorrow, he says, because the plumber is supposed to come. Yeah, right. I waited for that plumber for 4 days once. Now you'll all be glad to know that as much as I wanted to rip his head off, I was very nice, and I'm ranting about it here instead of yelling at the poor guy with the leaky kitchen. So.

On the whole breakup front, it's been really strange and uncomfortable, and I sort of feel like I'm having a bad dream. We've started trying to be nice to each other, talking and laughing, and we watched some tv together and all, and everything felt like normal until I found myself trying to remember which DVDs belonged to me. And books and CDs and dishes...it's no easy task. Honestly he's getting the short end of the stick, because I have this extended family thing going on and most of the stuff we own has been passed along by my mother or sister or aunt or something. The tv and DVD player are mine, all of the kitchen appliances except the microwave are mine, all but like 4 plates are mine, the dining table is mine, the chair is mine, one of the bookcases..well, you get the idea. The computer is his, but the printer is mine, and my mother is being eerily nice and is going to get me a cheap computer. Almost all of the books, though, I guess are technically his, and that's causing me great pains. I can at least make copies of all his CDs.

I've put another law school into consideration now. I'd written it off because it's in NYC and there's no way in hell we were affording an apartment there, but they have a graduate residence hall and I'm waiting to hear back if there's any space there, and I just sent them all my financial aid crap. So yes, I still don't know exactly where I'm going, but I am going somewhere. Next Saturday, the 13th, I'm going home with my parents, I guess until August when I move wherever. My mom is being this weird combination of sympathetic and evil. She just can't be completely nice for more than a few seconds, it's not in her nature. It's like "I know this is hard, but you'll be okay, you're strong. You've been acting kind of lazy the past couple years anyway and we did NOT raise you like that..." and then the nice part is over.

Well, I'd really like to take a shower now, but I'm not quite sure if I'm allowed to. Maybe I'll go watch General Hospital.