I swear to God I'm going to be at HG FOREVER.
Today was supposed to be my last day. During "ATTITUDE FOR GRATITUDE!" time during breakfast, people even said "I'm grateful for Angie....etc. etc." which, is obviously true, but no one would say that unless said person was leaving.
Anyways, I got all emotional during breakfast when Megan was saying how she was grateful for me. And during yoga I was SOBBING at some points.
I LOVE it here. Seriously. The people here are some of the most amazing individuals I've ever met, and I honestly think that they are one of the reasons I came to San Diego. I would've wound up deep into my eating disorder no matter WHERE I was living, and I'm just lucky enough that I was in Southern California where apparently ED's run rampant.
Anyways, I was going to move into the apartment. But Casey decided she's going back to Michigan, and I can't afford nor do I want a 2-bedroom apartment with no roommate. I called and asked if they had a one bedroom, but it's only $200 cheaper than a 2 bedroom. I'm sorry, but I can't afford $1200 a month, thank you very much.
I was all stressed out, because I was supposed to go to Anaheim tonight to spend the next couple of days with my parents "figuring things out". Anaheim is also known as GUARANTEED RELAPSE! I did NOT want to go at all. I talked to Laurie and she said I can stay for a while. I'm thinking another week. The way things are going, I'm going to be the Director of the HG in no time.
Today Barb came down in pigtails which were so cute that Aimee and I decided immediately that we were going to do the same thing. We put our hair up in crazy pig tails and I looked quite terrifying. I even did this weird running thing towards Aimee and asked her "Did I scare you??" She confirmed that she was, indeed, frightened by me. Everyone's hair was soon in pigtails (except for the new girl...who has a shaved head and gave me the look of DEATH when I suggested we all do it) and we did yoga this way. Then (partly because I thought it was my last day) I GOT DRESSED FOR THERAPY!!....IN A DRESS! A cute one. I must say I looked quite fetching today. A dress AND my $1 headband from Target?? Now that's a recipe for hottness right there.
I talked to my mom on the phone today, and she said "Angie, your absolute number one priority right now should be your education."
Me: "Yeah, um, or my RECOVERY!"
Mom: *deep dramatic sigh that I interpreted as 'Why was I the one stuck with such a fucked up daughter??'* "Well, fine...your education AND recovery."
Ugh. Whatever.
Nicola and I are talking about getting a place together. She doesn't get out until after me, but if I found a place that was month-to-month, we could move in together once she got out. I'm thinking I would drive her sweet quietness absolutely crazy but we get along so well that I would LOVE to live with her. She said the phrase "ball sac" today, which makes me love her even more.
Aimee helped me look for apartments today on Craig's List and I found a few that sounded good. But one of the guys I talked to would not SHUT THE FUCK UP. I even held the phone away from my ear while he was talking, whispered to Aimee "OH MY GOD HE WON'T STOP TALKING!" I even had a little temper tantrum that involved me stomping and jumping up and down. Some highlights from this conversation:
Guy: "Yeah, you'd be living with me. I don't know how you feel about living with guys. Oh, and I'm Asian. I don't know how you feel about living with Asians."
Me: "Um, I don't mind."
Weird Asian: "Oh, well, I know some people don't like it. And I'm fine with that. That's okay."
Me: "...."
Then he proceeded to tell me he was a chef. And the Other Asian Guy that lives with him works at a restraunt downtown. Hmmm. Not a good idea.
I found this other place that seemed appealing and the lady I talked to was very nice. I made an appointment to see the place, mapquested it, and was off. I wound up DOWNTOWN and called her.
"Um...I'm on 9th and F? Where do I go now?"
"Are you DOWNTOWN?? I'm in El Cajon, which is like 20 miles away."
She then proceeded to tell me how to get to her, which apparently involved EVERY SINGLE FREEWAY IN CALIFORNIA.
"So, take the 94 East to 163 North, then hop on 8 West until you get to the 67 South, get off in Ramona, take a right, then I'm on the left side of the street. Got that?"
"Uh...yeah!" I was not writing this down. I was driving with one hand and a broken seat that almost caused me to die a fiery and painful death. Alas, I never made it to the place. I got so irritated and annoyed that I KNEW I'd have to go back to the house before I fucking ran myself and others off the road.
So I've decided to stay in good old San Diego. I was going back and forth and back and forth about "Wisconsin? No, San Diego. NO! Wisconsin." But I've decided to stay here. Granted, I don't have a place to live at the moment, so this'll be interesting.
But judging by how things have been going, I'll be Harmony Grove's first ever Lifetime Patient.
Hmmm.
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