Well, I finished my first semester of grad school. 2 A's & a B+ (damn you, Dr. Lopez). I also decided that I was not going to tolerate My Giant another semester so I got a room change. Granted, the only available room was the apartment directly next door, but I don't care. Hopefully this will help change my perspective on West Palm Beach.
Granted, there was a lot of drama getting me to that point. I went to Residence Life to get moved, then My Giant went to Residence Life to get me moved, they told him I had already been by, he was even worse for the next week, he let one of his friends move in (a very nice gentleman, despite working raves, specialty events, & fetish parties. And he left his angel costume in the living room. The angel costume consisted of big wings, a glowing chest plate, & furry stilts). Residence Life then told me the guy whose room I was taking had moved so I turned in my key. Turns out he hadn't moved, but luckily I had left my door cracked so I could still get in my apartment. Too bad My Giant didn't listen to my voicemail about leaving it cracked & then I was locked out for about an hour & a half while I hung out with the guy I was replacing. The morning I left My Giant said, "I can't believe you're leaving me in this apartment by myself." I responded, "Yeah, well."
Depending on what happens this semester, I may transfer to Colorado Christian University. I have more friends out in that area & I handle cold weather better than heat & humidity.
I am now currently at home in Rocky Mount, NC. This is the 1st time since 2006 we've had Christmas here. There is also a fat man & his incontinent dog staying with us. Said dog has pissed all over my room (including my bed) & my bedroom smells just lovely.