Well, I'm not moving. It's really a weird story, and I'm not sure if I even understand enough to be able to talk about it. Last week on Sunday, a close friend invited me to move in with her--she goes to graduate school and in order to afford her place and go to school she really has to have a roommate. She said she needed it to be quiet and we would use our own stuff...well what she said is, she was going to use her own things so she wouldn't break my dishes...we're friends, so that was kind of an odd declaration, but anyway. So, I told her I was going to do it, obviously. The rent was great and we would split all the utilities in half etc etc, so it wouldn't be as expensive and she wouldn't have to charge me something if I wasn't going to need to use it. I thought, great. I live with one of my closest friends, for a cheaper price than a smaller place. I paid August's rent with the security deposit on Saturday night. Oh and I guess I should say my car broke down on Saturday morning, so I had to take off work until I could get a ride and deal with the car dealership, too. So my best friend said she would help me move. That was Sunday. All this took place within a week. So much drama. So, we moved all my stuff on Sunday. We didn't finish it all, but we moved the furniture into my room--moved my bed, dresser, nightstand etc etc. Needless to say, it was a lot of work. Meanwhile my roommate was saying we need to get together and coordinate the garage door openers so they would both open with the same code. She went to the landlady. The landlady said yesterday, if I wasn't a guest, I would have to sign the leasing agreement and fill out and application and pay a money order as well. I was like, ok. I didn't really want to sign the lease, mainly because my friend sold it to me saying I wouldn't have to sign the lease. Oh, and my neices and nephews were helping me out, and were with me when I spoke to the landlady, and my roommate practically flipped out because she said, "She's going to think they are your kids and that I'm letting 12 people move into the place." She exaggerated a lot but I told her that I made it clear that they were my neices and nephews, not my children, and they would not be living with me nor do I have a pet that will live with me either. My roommate wasn't happy. She still thought the landlady wouldn't understand. She asked me if I would walk down to the office with her and talk to the landlady to get it straightened out. While we were talking to the landlady, I basically sat there and smiled and let my friend do all the talking. She basically kissed her ass. Sorry, that's the only way to describe it. After I filled out the application, I went to get the money order. My friend thought the meeting went well and although she couldn't say whether or not I would be living there, she thought it wasn't going to change all our plans. I have great credit and I do work, so I don't think she was going to find anything untoward when she did my backround check. I gave the money order to the landlady and I told my friend that if I don't get approved, if the landlady doesn't like that I looked like I was trying to sneak in, then I fully expect all of my money back, money order and all. I told my friend that I was a tad irritated with her, and that if I knew all of this, I wouldn't have involved my best friend in all the moving if it was possible. She apologized to me like I swear, 20 times, and she was surprised when I didn't want to stay the night. I was like, to stay here tonight, I have to bring more stuff, so I don't want to stay here if the landlady isn't sure about me or not. She said, "if she didn't trust you, she would just tell you to leave." I was like, I don't feel comfortable staying the night. So she accepted it. I did a couple of things and then I came back and she called me again to say it wasn't going to work out--her dad is helping her with her bills because of the schooling, and he said no-- I'm not sure if that story is exactly true, but that's all I have to go on. I didn't answer the phone so she left a message. Then a little while later, my other friend called me saying that she wanted to help me move my bed and other stuff. The roommate obviously called the other friend because she knew I was pissed off. The thing is, it's raining here, or was last night, so I really didn't want to be moving my matress around town in the rain. Omg, it's just so much drama. 
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