So the past couple days have been interesting.
Yesterday I had a telephone conversation with my landlord in which he actually hung up on me. It started out about how my room should be cleaned out so he can show it to people (something I don't actually have to agree to, by the way.), and then I made a comment about how "it should be clean", and he said "It isn't". I asked him how he knew that, and stated that if he had been in my room, that was considered trespassing. And I know for a fact that he has trespassed and entered my room on multiple occasions to open my window and do who the fuck knows what else. Then he said that he'd been helping Jared clean the top floor. By help, he meant that he'd vacuumed for us. He said that my door had been open, and that was how he knew my room wasn't clean.
He made a sarcastic comment about whether or not he'd be seeing me over the summer. And as you all know, I'm still in Rockwood due to a lack of working computer (as the fan on my computer down there doesn't function properly in the least), and I told him that my computer was the main reason I was down here. At one point he accused me of having an "aggressive tone". Which I did. I mean, if somebody you were supposed to trust with your things while you're not there decides to enter your own personal space, go into your BEDROOM, where you SLEEP, and makes a statement that pretty much admits his own guilt, I have a right to have an "aggressive tone". When I said that my computer down there wasn't working properly, he said "Oh, so it can be moved into the spare bedroom?". I said no. It still -works-, per se, just not for extended periods of time. Then he got irritated, and asked if it could be moved off to the side, moved out of the way, and I said that I liked it where it was and that it wasn't moving anywhere.
Then he said "Okay, have a good day, Nate" and hung up on me.
What a fucking asshole.
Then.
THEN.
He leaves a note for Jared that says that Jared can be the one to deal with me from now on, because apparently I can't be civil to him on the phone. -I- can't be civil on the phone. Because I had an aggressive tone and don't want him in my bedroom, or to have my shit moved around. And he hangs up on me. HANGS UP ON ME. And I'm the fucking one that can't be fucking civil.
God dammit, after all the fucking illegal shit he's done with us, I would fucking LOVE to drag his stupid goddamn ass down to court and make him fucking pay for it. The illegal security deposit, the illegal trespassing, which we have proof of because Jared CAUGHT HIM, and he'd still been doing it. The illegal charging of rent when it's not due yet. All illegal. And I don't think the fucker even fucking REALIZES it. Or maybe he does, and he's just a goddamn enormous fucking asshole.
This is the first place I've moved to, and he's made it absolutely fucking miserable. He spends forever telling you something that should take five fucking minutes. He plays his television ridiculously loud ridiculously late, because he's going deaf or something. And that fucking SUCKS if you happen to sleep directly above where his tv is. And meanwhile we can't even flush the goddamn toilet while he's asleep because it's so loud and we're trying to be fucking courteous, and he doesn't even extend the same goddamn benefit to us.
When I'm living somewhere, I shouldn't have to tip-toe around upstairs for fear of the landlord hearing me and initiating some pointless goddamn conversation. I shouldn't have had to sit around in the cold all day because he turned the furnace off and made us open all the windows in the goddamn middle of fucking winter (also illegal, by the way, he's required by law to supply us with heat until a certain time of the year), just because his carbon monoxide or whatever detector had a reading of .02 when he got up and had since faded and wasn't reading a goddamn thing.
I'm still pissed about that, and how he woke me up, forced me to get out of bed, and then asked "Can I wake Jared up?". Fucking asshole. You'd damn well fucking better wake him up if you're going to force me to get out of bed and wake ME the fuck up, just so you can tell me how you're going to make my fucking day miserable by being a douchebag.
AND it took him until fucking winter to tell us that the goddamn smoke detector didn't work. Over three months we were there, and we thought the thing worked! Turned out it's only for show, if you turn it on, it beeps non-stop until you disconnect the battery. They're not fucking expensive! And you know what else? That's fucking illegal too! He's legally responsible to have a smoke detector on every floor of the house, and there's probably something in the landlord/tenant code about that, too.
And you know what he said when the stupid carbon monoxide or whatever detector went off?
And I fucking quote:
"At first, I thought it was the smoke detector, so I went back to bed."
WHAT THE FUCK?!
You know what would have happened if it WAS the smoke detector, and if there WAS a fire?! We would have fucking died, because he would have gotten the fuck out of there and we wouldn't have had a goddamn smoke detector to tell us that we were in fucking danger, because he's too fucking cheap to buy a new one. FUCK.
And then he thought that if we didn't give him the rent a week early, he would give us a week to get our shit out of there and move out, and not refund our illegal security deposit, or our last month's rent, or the extra half-month's rent he illegally charged us. He doesn't even know a goddamn thing about the process of eviction. And you know what, if we didn't know about it either, he actually could have done it, and we would have had no idea whatsoever how insanely illegal it was.
And that's how we found out that all the other shit he'd been doing was completely illegal. And we're not even MAKING AN ISSUE of it. Because we just want to finish our tour of duty there and get the FUCK out. If we piss him off, he'd just continue to make life miserable for us, and fuck that.
Oh, and also, the other day, he called at ten forty-five at night, on a Sunday night. I think I mentioned that. But what the fuck? People are SLEEPING. Not me, not that I'd pick up a phone call from him that late. And when I talked to him on the phone, he said that he "didn't even think about that until afterwards". Well, you'd better fucking think about it if you're going to call at a retarded hour and wake people up. I mean, if he'd woken up my dad, and he answered the phone, he would have been fucking FURIOUS.
God dammit.
I hate that man.
I hope to God he doesn't try to fuck over the next people that move in there the same way he fucked over us. I mean, if I'd known that he would enter my bedroom while I was gone, I would have never even considered moving in there. I'm still fucking FURIOUS about that. Fuck the window and fuck your stupid goddamn "stale air". Stay the fuck out of my room, you stupid bastard.
He's lucky Jared's so much more calm about this than I am...I'd be raising all kinds of hell. And if I was down there, he'd sure as hell not be showing my room to anybody, that's for damn sure. The only reason I don't mind is because I'm not sleeping in it right now.
And it shouldn't even matter to him whether I'm there or not, because he's still getting his fucking rent money. Asshole.
*deep breath*
Sorry, after he hung up on me, I've just been pissed about this, needed to vent a bit. If he tries to call me back at some point, I'm either just not going to pick up, or I'm going to hang up on him. Nobody disrespects Nate like that and gets away with it!
Well...A lot of people do, actually. But it still pisses me off.
Anyways, today was good. Nobody hung up on me. I got some dental work done. That's another reason I'm down here. I've had five dental appointments in the last little while. One when my tooth was killing me, one to figure out what needed to be done, and three spent working on various teeth. And I'm pleased to say that once two more cavities are dealt with, my mouth will be in tip-top condition, better than it has been in years. Which is good, because it was bugging me when I was in Kitchener too, but I couldn't really do anything about it. More than one night it kept me from getting any sleep.
Oh, and I had my appointment with the dental surgeon yesterday too. The one that's going to remove my wisdom teeth. That, unfortunately, can't happen until the end of the month, and I'm going to be in a ridiculous amount of pain for a while after they all come out. I'll be swollen and hurting and I'll probably be very unpleasant.
It's costing fifteen hundred dollars. ONE AND A HALF THOUSAND DOLLARS. And apparently? It's going to be done in like an hour. They're making one thousand, five hundred dollars, for an hour's worth of work. Holy fuck. That's like three months of my rent. For an HOUR.
And the sad thing? I expected it to be in the neighbourhood of two thousand dollars. It's CHEAPER than I thought it would be. Fuuuuuck. They make crazy money :|
Okay, here's a fun little exercise. Think about all your friends. Visualize them if you have to. Shit, check your Facebook friends, even people you're only kind of friends with. This is something that was brought up to me by Graham Schmultz(sp?) in grade twelve philosophy.
Out of all the people you know, is there anybody that you could look at and say "Hey, yeah, I think they're going to become a dentist". I sure as hell can't. I can't think of a SINGLE PERSON I know that I deem likely to go into the dental health profession. And yet, odds are, at least somebody I know is going to do that. It's just not something you think of.
So go ahead, think about it.
PONDER IT.
Yeah.
So I tried out a new game tonight, with Eric and Andrew. We didn't get to finish, because it was taking a crazy-long amount of time.
It was your basic dungeon-delving sort of game. Heroes, monsters, map tiles built piece by piece to make for easy mixing and matching, cards.
Andrew played as the Overlord, or the big bad guy of the dungeon. Essentially the Dungeon Master, controlling all the baddies and making them kill us, as well as playing his own cards to try to stop us from kicking all the ass. In fact, one of the cards he played, a certain pit trap, killed Eric.
Eric was playing as...Sir Alric, sir Denrick, sir something. I don't know. He was your basic fighter. There are twenty Heroes in all to choose from, but you can customize them further.
There are three different character traits you can use to customize your character.
There's a number of melee traits, a number of subterfuge traits, and a number of magic traits. I only really looked through the magic ones, but they had things like...
Familiars, different types.
Increases to stats, damage done, other such things.
Aura and Command abilities, Aura causing damage to anybody stepping close to you, and Command making your allies a bit stronger.
"Divine Retribution". I remember this card, because nobody wanted it. Basically, if you die, everybody within three squares gets taken out too. But really, we didn't want to plan ahead for such unpleasant eventualities. I didn't die anyway.
Each character gets three traits, from the various pools. The pools you pick from are dependent on your character's traits.
For example, some characters get three melee traits, some get three magic traits, some get three subterfuge traits, while all other characters mix and match. Eric, for example, had one of each. I had two magics and one subterfuge.
Each Hero also has a special ability. I forget what Eric's was, but mine gave me two additional "charge" points whenever I used a magic attack. Which I could use to power my magic staff and give me either an additional range or an additional point of damage. And I could roll more charge with my attack role, so quite often I would be able to get a few additional points.
Plus I picked a card that gave me two additional points with every attack. So I got four every time I cast a spell, so I had an automatic +2 to range or damage. Needless to say, it KICKED ASS.
I also got another magic trait gave me bonus defense to magic spells, but I never had any cast on me, so it was kinda useless...My other one though, a subterfuge trait, gave me +3 range. Which meant that I could generally just sink my extra charge into more damage. OR attack from a REALLY GODDAMN LONG distance. Plus when I rolled, I generally got good range with the roll anyway, so even when attacking from far away, I could usually hit pretty hard.
Eric got a trait that made him stronger, and another one that let him shoot around corners, and then one that I don't remember.
But anyways, we were kicking ass and taking names for a while. Eric would rush in, I'd stand at the back and shoot fireballs or whatever, and I killed a LOT of monsters. Like, overkill. Like, ten damage to something with three health. Basically the equivalent of killing them and then continuing to beat the corpse, just because it pissed you off. Which was awesome.
We didn't finish though, as we only cleared half the dungeon, and it was already ten o'clock. I wanted to get back here and talk to Amy (since we didn't talk all day, with her doing school stuff and then working), which was probably good, because she couldn't stay very long, as she has more school stuff to finish tomorrow, and her battery was dying. Since her cat chewed through her power cable, she hasn't been able to spend as much time on-line. I miss her a lot :(
Also Andrew has to work tomorrow at seven, so he wanted to get back at a decent hour, so it worked for everyone that we called it a night. Except Eric, I guess, but he didn't seem to mind.
He's had it kinda rough lately, his lady-friend (or former lady-friend now), just broke things off with him. I think they were together for about eight months. It's sadness, but he's taking it surprisingly well. He's not all mopey and depressed, although he probably is when nobody's around. I know I've been there, it is not fun. Unless you're emo, then you probably get off on that shit. Goddamn emo kids.
But yeah, he's been taking it pretty well, and he's got his friends there to support him through all of it, and I know that when I was going through that stuff, it was my friends that helped me get through it all. Well, that and Coca-Cola. Mostly the friends though. Probably a combination of the two.
Anyways, this is a long post, so I'm going to wrap it up and finish the season one finale of X-Files I'm watching off Surfthechannel. I figure with the movie coming out, I should refamiliarize myself with the show, especially since I only saw a few assorted episodes. I love it though, I absolutely love it. So I'll probably finish that, and call it a night.
So yeah.
Until next time,
I have no idea how the fuck I vented my frustrations before I started blogging. My GOD, I must have been bottling up all that irritation for YEARS. Shit, that's probably why I get so irritable. Pent-up RAGE. Sometimes it just feels good to explode about it where nobody that matters can read it. Good times.
~Kataron
