I have had a very interesting weekend so far. Yesterday morning, Ian and I were lounging around in bed and snuggling, when my landlord knocked on the door between the laundry room and said he wanted to talk to me. It turns out that they are having another baby (*sigh* damned breeders... no offense to those on my friends list with children, but they are NOT parents, they are breeders)... and supposedly they are having "trouble" with their son (what, he cries a bit? idiots) and moving his parents in to help with the kids. Ergo, I'm being kicked out. The landlord was his usual jerk self, and wanted to use the "Mutual Agreement to End Tenancy" form, so that he could get out of having to pay me a month's rent, which he would have had to do if he'd used the appropriate form, which is the "Notice to End Tenancy for Landlord's Use of Property", which provides for 2 months notice and the landlord paying me 1 month's rent. However, I explained that Ian was going to be moving in on August 1st, and I could handle the rent myself for 1 month but not 2, and in the end, I wheedled him down so that I'm paying 75% of the rent for July and 50% for August, if I'm still here and not moving until the end of August

ARGH. I have 14 days until the roommate is gone, and then the idea was I would have a month with the place to myself and Ian would be moving in. I did NOT want to have to be moving myself just now.

So I had a good scream (I actually shut the door after talking to him and let out a "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" which prompted the roommate to open his door and ask what was going on. Ian gloated a little bit, because he didn't want to have to move to my area, and then I had a good cry, because I really didn't want my expenses to be going up this soon and because of Ian's reaction. And then we sat down and started looking at Craigslist. I put an ad up in the Housing Wanted section, and then we actually went out and got a co-op car and did a drive around, just looking at the various areas we'd be interested in.

By the time we got back, I had a response to my ad! The place is at the top end of our price range, but it sounds absolutely amazing - here's the ad. We're going to see the place at 2pm today, and while we'd be ready to put up a damage deposit on the spot, they are apparently looking for the right people as opposed to the first offer, though I really think we could be the right people for it.

Now if Ian would just quit fake-screaming in terror. *sigh*

I am going crazy, and I need to vent.

Despite how much I've accomplished lately, I still have a lot more stuff to accomplish. I feel like I'm in some sort of holding pattern at the moment - waiting for things to happen that are beyond my control. It's driving me crazy, because it's preventing me from doing some of the things I really want to be doing, so I am trying to find other productive things to do in the meantime, and find ways to do some of the things I really want to do anyways. Yes, I know I'm a bit of a control freak.

This is part to-do list, part babbling.

i. I'm 3 days away from my bankruptcy discharge. I submitted my April report last Friday, and I may have one little payment to make once they do their final calculations, but probably not, since they didn't even cash my April cheque. I have no report to file for May, so I'm already technically free to spend my income however I want (and I say technically because I am just continuing to be responsible and smart about things), but my trustee has recommended that I wait until I have my discharge certificate in hand to apply for a secured credit card. I already have all of the money in the bank to do so, and once I have the secured credit card, I will be able to reserve the car for my trip to Portland in July.

ii. I really need to get going on Ian's garb - his tunic in particular - so that he has something to wear to Coronet. I already have a belt for him, and if all else fails he can wear a pair of plain pants under the tunic (and I really ought to hit up the Army & Navy to see if they have any plaid pajama bottoms), but the tunic needs to get made.

iii. This whole waiting for my roommate to move out thing is driving me absolutely insane. He had me give him a formal Notice to Vacate for Landlord's Use of Property in late April, and because I'm such a nice person, I put the deadline for him to be out as July 31st, because I felt it would be a good thing to give him lots of time. Essentially, he had a window of May 31st to July 31st to move. He's apparently been looking, but is being fussy because he has so much time, but is still being a huge pain in my ass. I know he's still a tenant there as long as he's paying rent, but you would think he'd have it through his head by now that he's not my goddamned father. He might be old enough to be my father, but I really don't need him commenting on every morsel of food that I put into my mouth or what time I go to bed at. And I just want to get started on the furniture rearranging and stuff.

iv. I've decided not to paint my place after all (other than touchups), because Ian and I are going to end up moving into Vancouver in the next year or two, and I don't want to go through all that work for only a year or so. Once the roommate IS gone, my priorities will be: wash down the walls in his room, do a cleansing ritual throughout the entire house to get rid of all his negative energy, and then move the computer desk and futon from the living room to
the 2nd bedroom (and get the landlord to bring the other half of my desk in from the garage). Once that's done, I am going to have a professional in to clean the carpets for me.

v. I REALLY need to learn to balance my obsessiveness (and suspected mild OCPD) with my need to be creative better. In the past few weeks, I have been thinking of almost nothing but my desire to be creative. I want to make pretty things, I want to work on my projects, I want to work on my websites, I want to practice my harp and piano, I want to finally set up an altar that I can use. But I'm already so cramped in my suite, and all of my supplies are packed away in boxes in the storage room because my damned roommate expects me to get out my supplies, work on a project, and then put everything away again every single time I want to work on something, and that just doesn't work for me. Not at all. I need space to spread my stuff out, and be able to flit from project to project depending on my whims and bouts of creativity. But he's so damned demanding and bossy and a bully (despite spending almost all of his time holed up in his bedroom), that no matter how hard I stand my ground, he just overwhelms me. Ian will have no problem with this at all (and sharing a bedroom and having the second bedroom as a den will allow us to have much more room for projects), and I can hardly wait.