Life [As I Know It]: Strike Three, You're Out

Saturday, April 28 was my first weekend of softball and it was SOOO COLD!! It was about 40 degrees (Fahrenheit) and less because it actually snowed... I don't think I ever quite warmed up and I was sore all weekend from it XD Anyways, so since by Saturday I usually just want to cuddle under my covers when my alarm goes off, I was rushing out the door and forgot to lock my bedroom door like I told my roommates I was going to do. After work, I went straight home because I had to FLY to my softball tournament so I didn't have time to go back and lock my door. And I was going to text them and tell them I forgot to lock my door, but I didn't want to be that bitch and I thought to myself "Hey, what's the worst that could happen?" <-- famous last words. The reason I have to lock my door? Because they were having a party. And even though when we all moved in, I told them I knew they were going to have parties, but that since I don't party, I told them just one rule: to keep the party downstairs and not let people come up where our bedrooms are because that's ridiculous that they should even need to be upstairs when the party is downstairs. Well, that obviously hasn't happened. Once, in February, I came home to my other room being trashed. My printer had alcohol spilled on it (I was surprised it still worked), there was a sock, my shit was all over the place, and there was a cigarette butt. Needless to say, I was pissed and let my roommates know shit was fucked up and I was going to have to constantly wonder if someone stole something of mine. Also, something that had great sentimental value to me that I was using as decoration was destroyed. But that's only incident number one. Incident number two was over spring break. I was in San Diego visiting my fiance and when I finally came back, I just wanted to be alone in my room and what happens? My bed is fucked up and there was someone's dirty ass sock in my room. So I let my roommates know, AGAIN, that this was not ok. They said they didn't even know anyone slept in there and one of them even said that she heard people knocking on my door and asking to sleep in there and she told them not to enter because "her roommate would be pissed". Next time, don't threaten them with the roommate that they've never met, threaten that YOU'LL be pissed. Then there'll actually be consequences that they can fathom suffering. With me, there's no way for me to find out who it is because all of my roommates were clueless. I digress. Back to the most recent incident, incident number three. So I was away all weekend. I literally drove to work from Ellwood on Tuesday so I could drive back and go to the Mother-Daughter dinner that we go to every year and right after that I went to visit Zac's sister, Ashley, at her new place to hear some news she had for me and Zac (that will be revealed on the 11th). After that, I finally drove home and didn't walk in until about 11:30, midnight. I said a brief greeting to my roommates and went directly up to my room. My bed was fucked up and the pile of books/magazines/colored pencils next to my bed were fucked up, too. So I walk back downstairs and ask my roommates "Hey, did someone sleep in my bed again?" and what they had to say back was "Not that I know of, no one even slept over." Oh, great, that's just dandy, so now I know exactly what happened in my bed. So I go back up to my room, really upset, and I found a female's tank top right next to my bed. So I trudge back downstairs and asked them if it was any of theirs. They said it wasn't and asked where I found it. So I told them that and that I was pretty pissed and it was getting pitched. They said they'd be pissed too and then asked why my door wasn't locked. Well, because sometimes I forget things that I shouldn't have to do in the first place but I guess I'm just going to have to start doing it anyways. The next day, when I actually decided to shower, I noticed my towels that were hanging on the back of my closet were on the floor and that my closet door was a bit ajar. I thought "Oh boy, what's fucked up in here?" and luckily, nothing seems to be stolen or fucked up. The only thing that was messed up in there was the painting my sister made me that was hanging on the inside of my closet was on the top shelf, thankfully unharmed. And finally, the next night, I saw that the keepsakes hanging from the inside of my doorknob were broken. If I hadn't already committed to the Ross Park Mall until semi-annual sale, I would've moved out Tuesday night. I am BEYOND pissed off and ready to get the fuck out of here.
That week, I worked my ASS off. I worked Tuesday 6a-11a, Wednesday 6a-2p, Thursday 6:30a-6:30p, Friday 6a-4p, and Saturday 6a-10a. Good paycheck coming my way. And I drove straight home again so I could ride to Erie with my mom to watch my cousin graduate from Gannon. Saturday night, my cousin Jason was at my house doing a tattoo for my dad since he was in for the weekend. Sunday, I played softball and went to a family picnic at my Gram's house (oh, and my mom made me French toast that morning... my favorite breakfast, yummm) and just relaxed. and Monday, I woke up early to take my mom to the school and did laundry while my friend, Deidre, came over to visit with me (I've missed her!!). After that, I went to the hot dog shoppe with my exchange student and my friend Melissa. Then went to visit Zac's family for a bit before me, LaLa (exchange student), and Melissa made a WalMart run. While there, I saw an old friend who graduated two years ahead of me. It was nice to say hello again and catch up briefly. He was always a really nice guy.
OH! and I forgot to mention that on Tuesday I got my tee shirt in that I designed. That was probably the saving grace to the week until I got to talk to Zac. And also on Sunday, I finally heard from Zac for the first time in a week. And I finally got to tell him about my hell of a week. And I got to cry on his figurative long distance shoulder. And you know what he said? Two things:
1: "If I was there, you would've moved on already."
2: "Baby I promise that when you're living with me, we will be the only ones sleeping in our bed. Well, except for maybe a puppy." Honey, I think I can share our bed with a puppy. <3 These are just two reasons I love him. He knows just how to cheer me up and make my tears subside.