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Get back in the car and she starts cursing up a storm. I can’t believe she did this! I knew she couldn’t be relied on! I knew something like this would happen. I can’t believe she forgot to leave the key. I called to remind her and to tell her to make sure to secure it well. I hope someone didn’t steal the key. I have stuff in the backseat. I need that stuff! I can’t believe this!

Etc. etc. for the next 30 minutes of sitting in traffic. It’s not sooo bad because I paid attention to where traffic on 66 was on the way out so I would know where to bail and since she didn’t have her car now, I had her as a passenger and could drive HOV.

Get back and leave her to call her friend and figure out what’s going on. I get online to check email and chat with Ian. Let him know that we need a plan B for dinner because he has no leftovers to eat from the night before. As we’re chatting, ScholarshipWinner comes upstairs and lets me know what happened with the key. Her friend left it for her, but it’s gone now. So, someone stole the key, and must A Mighty Heart full movie The Red Baron movie

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After she finishes telling me that, I get an IM from Ian which makes the IM blippy noise. She comes over right next to me, between my bed (where I sit to use my computer) and my desk and squints at my monitor asking if that was for me. Yeah, lady. That was for me. I am in my room, using my computer, logged on with my screenname talking to someone. Who else would it possibly be for, why are you in my personal space, and why are you reading my IMs? I reply in the affirmative and then give her my best “what’s wrong with you?” look.

She leaves to go call a friend and some other people to see about getting a key made for her car and I go back to my computer. I get a call from Sonny (from Georgia) a couple minutes later asking if the new roommate is weird. Yes.

“Did you gather that from my blog?”

“Haha… yeah… ‘Different.’ That kind of gave it away.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So is she weird, like I need to kick her out?”

“Well… I don’t know. Weird, like… I don’t know if this will work out, but you should probably get back and meet her first. I don’t really want to say too much now because she’s in the house, but she said something kind of weird last night and has been making herself really comfortable in the basement and hasn’t touched her room.” Elaborate on what she said about deserving something good.

“Ok, yeah… Her last few emails had started to sound kind of weird too. She said something kind of like that in the email.”

“And you didn’t warn me?”

In the middle of this conversation, I hear my name being called again from downstairs. I figure since she was crying wolf all the other times, I just continued with my conversation. Especially since I was on the phone, it wasn’t worth yelling back. Chat a little more and I let him know I’ll keep him posted and he says he’ll forward me her application. I hear a knock at my door and she lets me know that a friend is coming to pick her up to try and get into her car again. Finish up conversation with Sonny and lie down to read a little before Ian comes over.

Ian arrives and I meet him out at his car. We decide to leave this craziness behind and go out for sushi. It’ll be pleasant for both of us and we can just relax and enjoy each other’s company.

But we can’t get over this. This woman is crazy. She has been in this house for less than 24 hours, is unclear as to what my brother’s name is (had to ask me in the car), and has already made more changes than I made in the 16 months that he was gone and I had 4 roommates come through. What kind of person does this?

No, this is no good. This is a toxic way to go about things. What is some redeeming quality she has? There has to be something nice about her. I like everyone. I get along with everyone

. Even mean people will be nice to me… I’m just a little girl.

Well, she has given us something to talk about. And this will make an awesome blog post. Oh, if she lives here for a while, I can totally diagnose her mental disorder! And she’s teaching me to be more tolerant of other people. I’ve never met anyone so intrusive before.

After dinner, we get back to my place and I show Ian around to let him see all the changes that have been made already. Every room, he spots something new that I missed. She has also reorganized the fridge, moved baking supplies I had on the table, and is using a set of weights to hang her backpack off of. I try to close the back windows, but they have swelled from the heat and humidity. I pull as hard as I can, but I am, after all, just a little girl. So, Ian has to close the windows. The carpet is damp from the humidity all day. The house is unpleasant and warmer than it was outside.

Something must be done. It has been less than a day, and I already have more than a dozen complaints. Talk to Sonny again and receive her application. Find out that he never really got around to reading the whole thing. There were a bunch of red flags in it, but most blatantly:

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There is always some ate up mother fucker lurking around the corner looking to blow you and your plans up because they can. Not to hesitate because the world seem a cold place to be, because it is, and it always will be.

(Please note that this is the first time I have ever posted a curse word on my blog.)

So, get off the phone with Sonny still unsure as to what to do or how Sonny can do anything about this while he’s in Georgia. I already feel bad about bothering him about this silliness while he’s doing army stuff. Ian and I decide that something needs to be said before this gets even more out of hand. Being the non-confrontational person that I am, we decide that an email would be best:

ScholarshipWinner,

I want you to feel like a welcome guest in the house, but I feel it’s important to go over some expectations I have about the way this arrangement will work.

You should consider your room upstairs to be your own personal space, and should feel free to make yourself comfortable, move things around, and decorate as you see fit, as long as anything you do is non-permanent and leaves no damage.

Similarly, the rooms belonging to my brother and me are our personal spaces. In typical circumstances, you shouldn’t have any reason to enter these rooms.

Other areas of the house are common areas shared by all of us. I want you to feel comfortable, but you also need to recognize that Sonny and I have put things where they are for a reason, and have the expectation that things will remain where they are. It is unacceptable for you to have reorganized the basement to the extent that you have. If you feel that our things need to be rearranged, you need to ask Sonny or myself first. I realize that I didn’t say anything about this earlier; quite honestly, I was completely flustered and couldn’t think of a way to say anything at all on the spot.

During the day today you opened many of the windows to control the temperature in the house. In doing so, you opened many windows that haven’t been opened as long as we’ve lived here, because they have no screens. These windows need to remain shut until they have been replaced, as I don’t want the house open to the elements and bugs. I also don’t want the windows opened on a rainy, humid day like this one, as the entire house now feels damp and humid.

It is unclear to me why you removed the bag from the trash can in the kitchen. Trash is picked up from the curb early on Tuesday and Friday morning, and should be taken out the night before. In the event that the trash can is full, and you have to remove the bag, the bag needs to be firmly tied shut and placed outside the door, not in the kitchen.

Please feel free to ask if you have any questions. Perhaps when Sonny gets back we can all sit down together and outline some ground rules for the house, to avoid any future miscommunication.

-Enjanerd

Emailed my dad and sister to tell them of my concerns and to ask for help. I really don’t know what to do, but I didn’t feel safe staying in the house after reading her application.

I talked to Sonny and he said he would see how things are when he gets back, so until then… I’m a little freaked out by her and I have Ian staying over here with me.

I was hoping you guys could come over and meet her this weekend or something and see if I’m just over-reacting or something. Though, Ian had a bad feeling about her upon meeting her without my saying anything. And, as she is staying here next week when both Sonny and I will be out of town, maybe you guys would be available to stop by the house to check things out.

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Day 1: Friday, 8/19/2005 16:30

Leave work a little early since I worked late a couple nights. Hit a little bit of the start of rush hour traffic, but still get home at a reasonably early time. As I’m approaching the house, I notice that the front kitchen window is wide open. This is strange because I usually leave the safety lock in place and it can only open a few inches. Then I notice that Sonny’s bedroom window is also open. That’s odd… It’s raining, there’s a heat advisory, and when I left, the A/C was on.

I walk into the house and am greeted with ScholarshipWinner, again, yelling. She sounds worried, “Who’s there? Hello? Hello?!”

“It’s me.”

“I’m getting dressed!”

Uh, ok… I couldn’t tell from the sound where she was yelling from (basement or upstairs), but from the panicked tone, I figured she was worried about me walking in on her. Ok… I’ll stay on the main floor and wait to put my things away in my room later. I walk into the living room to put my things down and see that the back windows are also open. These are the windows in need of replacement. I actually didn’t even know that they opened. I thought that they were painted shut. She did get them open, but they have no screens, it’s raining, and there are lots of mosquitoes in the backyard, as well as other bugs that like hanging out on the other side of that window.

I grab a tissue to blow my nose and then head into the kitchen to throw it away… and find that the trashcan is missing a trashbag. That’s also odd because trash pickup was that morning and I didn’t put the kitchen trash out because it wasn’t close to full. I turn and out of the corner of my eye, I see that there’s a trashbag under the mail table we have in front of the window. I go to throw my tissue away in the bag and ScholarshipWinner comes upstairs right as I’m noticing that there’s an open chinese food container in this untied trashbag on the kitchen floor.

She greets me with, “Oh yeah, I owe you a Chinese dinner.” Well, great… There goes my plan to spend the evening with Ian lounging around the house eating leftovers. But whatever. She’s stuck in the house and she doesn’t have any food or anything, so understandable. And she recognizes that she ate my food, so ok.

Then she lets me know that she cleaned up around here and that she would like to have a professional come to the house to clean up some… you know, mop, vacuum, clean bathrooms, etc. She’s noticed that it’s pretty dirty and since Sonny and I are so busy, this would help.

“Well… you’ll have to talk to Sonny about that. I’m not sure how he would feel about having a stranger come into the house and going through his things.”

“Oh, you don’t think he’d be ok with that?”

“I don’t know. You should probaby wait until he gets back and talk to him about it.”

“Well, I know a person, so it’s not like it’d be a stranger.”

blah blah blah

She lets me know she opened all the windows because it was really hot in the house. I’m thinking at this point that I had set the thermostat to not cool the house as much during the day while I’m at work. So, ok… That’s a sub-optimal solution, but I just want to take a nap, so I let it slide. I found out later that it was set to a constant 77 degrees from when Sonny was back in the house, so I have no idea why she thought it was hot.

She asks if I can take her to go get her car right then. I tell her I just got back from work and traffic’s pretty bad, what with it being a rainy, Friday afternoon. She tells me her car is in Merrifield. Uhm… that’s not really a response… I try again, “It’s been pretty rainy and I had to sit in over an hour of traffic coming home. Do you need

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“Oh, yeah… traffic around here is terrible. People don’t know how to drive. Let’s go now then. Let me just go brush my teeth first.”

Uhh… right… I wait for about 10 minutes before wandering down to the basement where I find my brother’s workout equipment moved, his coffee table cleared of all his belongings and piled in a corner, DVDs moved and rearranged, tables stacked to create a deskspace for ScholarshipWinner, the sliding glass door opened, and a suitcase opened up on a table, another under a table, and the rest next to them. I look at ScholarshipWinner expectantly… Either for an explanation for her delay, a reason for opening a door in the coldest room in the house, or the rearrangement of furniture in the basement.

“I cleaned up down here. Do you like it?”

Uhh… No? She was being nice. Say something nice. Where’s all Sonny’s stuff? She’s awful comfy/settled in for having been here 16 hours… This is weird. Quick, say something!

“It looks… uhm, nice..?” *pause* “Let’s get going before traffic gets worse.”

Ok, she starts heading toward the stairs. I stand still for second, then walk past her to close the sliding glass door which she has left open and notice that the floor bolt on it is now loose. Loose? How did that happen? Look closer and see that it has been torn loose and is hanging from the ends of the screws. This is a brand new sliding glass door!

Go upstairs, turn off the A/C, lower the front window so it’s secure, and head out to Merrifield. Make more smalltalk… I ask if she knows the way back to the house. I’d like to avoid 66 on the way back because of traffic.

“I told you before: I lived here for 14 years.”

“Oh, ok. I know you lived in the area. I didn’t know if you know that area well or remembered the way around the neighborhood.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

She asks about who owns the house… Our parents? Sonny and me? Just Sonny? She inquires about my work, I inquire about hers… She has her own online business and is self-employed/independently wealthy. Uh… So why does she need a free room to stay in while she’s attending school?

She also mentions that she saw signs of mice in the house. I said that we had caught two mice months ago, but there haven’t been any signs of them since. She proceeds to let me know how she saw signs all over the house and maybe I didn’t know what to look for. She also noticed that I had been sniffling a lot. (Though, for a strange reason, the congestion was mostly concentrated on the right side of my face.) Then, she proceeds to tell me the different ways people can get sick and then die from having mice in the house. Nice, lady.

Turn off of 66 toward Merrifield and the first thing she asks is where we are.

“This is 29. The Merrifield Post Office is on the right.” Seriously… she knows her way back from here?

Anyway, get to Merrifield post office and ask where her car is. Her friend parked it in the parking lot. Well, Merrifield is a large post office. As far as I know, it’s the largest in the area and has more than half a dozen bays. (I really like post offices.)

“Do you know which lot?”

“Well, let’s go look over there. Just drive up and down the rows. It’s a gray BMW.”

Great… Don’t these people know how to plan? Also, a BMW?? Are you kidding me?

Turns out it belonged to her husband. He left it to her when he passed away. Her friend was using it while she was overseas and was supposed to leave it for her with the key in the wheelwell. Find out about all this while searching the lots. We get lucky going down the 5th row and she spots it. I stop the car and she rushes to get out, almost getting my door swiped by a passing minivan. She gives the person a glare and then heads over to her car. Finds the envelope that was to contain the key, but no key.

“Do you have a spare key anywhere?”

“No. My friend had the key. She was supposed to leave it for me.” About the 4th time she has reiterated this plan to me.

“Do you have her number? Maybe we can find out if she forgot or something.”

“Yes, of course I have her number.”

*pause* “Well, do you want to call her then?” Handing her my cell phone.

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