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May. 24th, 2002 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7so the landlord's property manager is coming in less than an hour to do a walk-through of the house, to assess whether we get our security deposit back.
That's all well and good, but he didn't do a walk-through when we moved IN.
Promptly after getting the phone call (at 8:30) to schedule the appointment, I went to the drawer in the white desk in the kitchen and dug out the two legal-size-page-long list that Kathleen Collins (yes, it was that long ago) and I made when we moved in, of all the things broken, missing, wrong, damaged, and malfunctioning.
Several things on that list were crossed off; for example, the broken window in the living room.
But most of them... weren't.
This house needs a lot of work, and it needed a lot of work when we moved in. If we even fucking get charged for any of it, I will go postal. There was no initial inspection; we may have caused some wear to this house, but no damage. That was pre-existing.
Hung out with darius all evening... he was 'bored', and wanted to find people and DO something. but there's really nobody to find. He lay on the foot of my bed and complained that he needed more friends in rochester. i rolled my eyes and said no shit. But there's nobody here in summer. Yes, lots of people stay. But most people I actually KNOW leave. So there are almost no people available for random mayhem. And it bored the piss out of me last summer and the summer before. In fact, I haven't had a fun summer since I was probably ten. Dammit. Well, this one won't be either, and I'll be living with my MOM, so I can't imagine that I'll be able to retain my sanity. Wonderful.
So [darius just walked by my door in his bathrobe-- his hair is sticking straight up and in many other directions as well. ahh, morning. poor duck, he looks awful.] eventually we went to dinner at perkins, where we had several animated discussions-- one of which, concerning the time he dated both of a pair of twins over one calendar year, elicited a shrill "No! You bastard!" from me that got the entire section of the restaurant to turn and look at me-- immediately i wished i'd followed it up by smacking him and storming out, but i didn't. Missed my chance. Didn't really want to smack him anyway; his reflexes are too good and I'd probably get hurt somehow. I've never done that... might be fun. Someday. If I can get a guarantee of cooperation, not reprisals.
Afterward we went to Blockbuster... picked out a movie-- settled on The Others. Creepy thriller with Nicole Kidman, cute kids.
Holy shit was that a good movie. What a mind-fuck. Structured beautifully... great suspense... wonderful use of kidman's famously pale visage... fionnula flanagan was marvellously creepy and reassuring and foreboding and comforting all at the same time. [i remember her name because it was so cool.] The woman in an estate house in Jersey (the island in the Channel) during WWII, alone with two highly photosensitive children who cannot be exposed to even the weak foggy daylight that pervades the movie, the mysterious and creepy servants-- beautifully shot, Nicole Kidman wound tight as a bowstring and you can watch her about to snap-- even the children, quite young, acted perfectly. Lots of suspense... it would do the horror-movie violin thing like screaming there's something behind you, and she'd turn and... nothing... beautiful use of suspense, of isolation, etc. And a mind-boggling end.
Not the feelgood movie of the season. Darius and I seem to have developed a taste for this type... last one we watched was From Hell, which ends on an equally cheerful note...
anyhow.
movie ended, it was two am, darius had a horrible coughing fit, sounded the worst i'd ever heard him, and wound-up as i was from the movie of course i was freaked out by it all... my own throat was killing me. for some reason it isn't now, thank God, but last night it was killing me. and i couldn't breathe very well. i lay in bed for an hour, an hour and a half, two hours, uncomfortable, in pain; at first i drank some amaretto, which soothed my throat but didn't make me drowsy, and the effects wore off quickly. at one point i woke up because suddenly my congestion cleared and i could breathe, and i lay there just breathing, gratefully, until my breathing became difficult again. so i half-slept most of the night, and woke up at 5 in pain, and again at 7, and was finally dropping off again when darius's alarm started going off... ['smells like teen spirit' blasted every ten minutes] then the property manager called, and it was just useless, so i turned on my computer and here i am. throat hurts a little but not a lot. i've been drinking a lot of water, taking vitamins, taking ibuprofin. last night i swore my glands were swollen-- they weren't when i was awake and puttering around, but lying in bed, holding my throat, they seemed swollen (i have a thing about my glands-- the first time i ever noticed them swelled was when i had tonsilitis because of mono. and i was in such pain then, and was in pain for so long, and was sick for so long, that i've developed kind of a thing about them, and when they swell, even if it's just a mild cold, it panics me on some level. i was never like this, but over the last maybe two years i've become a hypochondriac about my throat and my chest. i've started having more problems breathing, and becoming more easily upset by it-- like when i went to the med center this winter because i was having terrible trouble breathing, this awful tightness in my chest, and the doctor sort of blinked at me and said 'it's a cold, dear' and gave me an asthma inhaler for the placebo effect. Well, my chest is getting tight again, but it's indubitably another cold, but ... psychosomatic terrification makes it all so much worse, generally... )... anyhow.
Not in the best of health, not in the best of spirits-- i haven't made as much progress in packing as i had hoped, i don't really want to leave this place, i will miss darius a lot just for all the random entertainment we've provided each other (you don't have to be best friends, or anyone terribly special, to be able to appreciate another person who's just dependably there, just so you're not alone... i know i won't have anyone like that when i go home, someone with some spare time who's willing to just hang out whenever, often at unexpected times, and do pretty much nothing, but have fun doing it...) , i don't want to leave this place anyway, i don't want to pack... etcetera.
the landlord guy is coming in like a half-hour to look this place over so i should probably put clothes on. might see how darius is doing, first. i could hear him coughing, a lot of the times i was awake in the night.
and dave k. is supposed to come visit this weekend, but yesterday his car wasn't done being fixed yet, and i don't know what he's going to do... i hope he comes up, i've really been looking forward to it and so has darius. and it would just be a nice change to have something to do, my last weekend in rochester.
I hear you can close lj-cut tags, so I tried it. we'll see if it works. boo! not that i can think of why you'd do that, but hey.
That's all well and good, but he didn't do a walk-through when we moved IN.
Promptly after getting the phone call (at 8:30) to schedule the appointment, I went to the drawer in the white desk in the kitchen and dug out the two legal-size-page-long list that Kathleen Collins (yes, it was that long ago) and I made when we moved in, of all the things broken, missing, wrong, damaged, and malfunctioning.
Several things on that list were crossed off; for example, the broken window in the living room.
But most of them... weren't.
This house needs a lot of work, and it needed a lot of work when we moved in. If we even fucking get charged for any of it, I will go postal. There was no initial inspection; we may have caused some wear to this house, but no damage. That was pre-existing.
Hung out with darius all evening... he was 'bored', and wanted to find people and DO something. but there's really nobody to find. He lay on the foot of my bed and complained that he needed more friends in rochester. i rolled my eyes and said no shit. But there's nobody here in summer. Yes, lots of people stay. But most people I actually KNOW leave. So there are almost no people available for random mayhem. And it bored the piss out of me last summer and the summer before. In fact, I haven't had a fun summer since I was probably ten. Dammit. Well, this one won't be either, and I'll be living with my MOM, so I can't imagine that I'll be able to retain my sanity. Wonderful.
So [darius just walked by my door in his bathrobe-- his hair is sticking straight up and in many other directions as well. ahh, morning. poor duck, he looks awful.] eventually we went to dinner at perkins, where we had several animated discussions-- one of which, concerning the time he dated both of a pair of twins over one calendar year, elicited a shrill "No! You bastard!" from me that got the entire section of the restaurant to turn and look at me-- immediately i wished i'd followed it up by smacking him and storming out, but i didn't. Missed my chance. Didn't really want to smack him anyway; his reflexes are too good and I'd probably get hurt somehow. I've never done that... might be fun. Someday. If I can get a guarantee of cooperation, not reprisals.
Afterward we went to Blockbuster... picked out a movie-- settled on The Others. Creepy thriller with Nicole Kidman, cute kids.
Holy shit was that a good movie. What a mind-fuck. Structured beautifully... great suspense... wonderful use of kidman's famously pale visage... fionnula flanagan was marvellously creepy and reassuring and foreboding and comforting all at the same time. [i remember her name because it was so cool.] The woman in an estate house in Jersey (the island in the Channel) during WWII, alone with two highly photosensitive children who cannot be exposed to even the weak foggy daylight that pervades the movie, the mysterious and creepy servants-- beautifully shot, Nicole Kidman wound tight as a bowstring and you can watch her about to snap-- even the children, quite young, acted perfectly. Lots of suspense... it would do the horror-movie violin thing like screaming there's something behind you, and she'd turn and... nothing... beautiful use of suspense, of isolation, etc. And a mind-boggling end.
Not the feelgood movie of the season. Darius and I seem to have developed a taste for this type... last one we watched was From Hell, which ends on an equally cheerful note...
anyhow.
movie ended, it was two am, darius had a horrible coughing fit, sounded the worst i'd ever heard him, and wound-up as i was from the movie of course i was freaked out by it all... my own throat was killing me. for some reason it isn't now, thank God, but last night it was killing me. and i couldn't breathe very well. i lay in bed for an hour, an hour and a half, two hours, uncomfortable, in pain; at first i drank some amaretto, which soothed my throat but didn't make me drowsy, and the effects wore off quickly. at one point i woke up because suddenly my congestion cleared and i could breathe, and i lay there just breathing, gratefully, until my breathing became difficult again. so i half-slept most of the night, and woke up at 5 in pain, and again at 7, and was finally dropping off again when darius's alarm started going off... ['smells like teen spirit' blasted every ten minutes] then the property manager called, and it was just useless, so i turned on my computer and here i am. throat hurts a little but not a lot. i've been drinking a lot of water, taking vitamins, taking ibuprofin. last night i swore my glands were swollen-- they weren't when i was awake and puttering around, but lying in bed, holding my throat, they seemed swollen (i have a thing about my glands-- the first time i ever noticed them swelled was when i had tonsilitis because of mono. and i was in such pain then, and was in pain for so long, and was sick for so long, that i've developed kind of a thing about them, and when they swell, even if it's just a mild cold, it panics me on some level. i was never like this, but over the last maybe two years i've become a hypochondriac about my throat and my chest. i've started having more problems breathing, and becoming more easily upset by it-- like when i went to the med center this winter because i was having terrible trouble breathing, this awful tightness in my chest, and the doctor sort of blinked at me and said 'it's a cold, dear' and gave me an asthma inhaler for the placebo effect. Well, my chest is getting tight again, but it's indubitably another cold, but ... psychosomatic terrification makes it all so much worse, generally... )... anyhow.
Not in the best of health, not in the best of spirits-- i haven't made as much progress in packing as i had hoped, i don't really want to leave this place, i will miss darius a lot just for all the random entertainment we've provided each other (you don't have to be best friends, or anyone terribly special, to be able to appreciate another person who's just dependably there, just so you're not alone... i know i won't have anyone like that when i go home, someone with some spare time who's willing to just hang out whenever, often at unexpected times, and do pretty much nothing, but have fun doing it...) , i don't want to leave this place anyway, i don't want to pack... etcetera.
the landlord guy is coming in like a half-hour to look this place over so i should probably put clothes on. might see how darius is doing, first. i could hear him coughing, a lot of the times i was awake in the night.
and dave k. is supposed to come visit this weekend, but yesterday his car wasn't done being fixed yet, and i don't know what he's going to do... i hope he comes up, i've really been looking forward to it and so has darius. and it would just be a nice change to have something to do, my last weekend in rochester.
I hear you can close lj-cut tags, so I tried it. we'll see if it works. boo! not that i can think of why you'd do that, but hey.
