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I am sick to death of being screwed over.

During the Christmas Party, anterus, tigerofthewind, and I decided that we would move off-campus together, preferably in vond's old townhouse. This struck us all as a very good idea, given its niceness, the fact that we knew the previous occupiers to not have done terrible things to it, and its optimal location. We agreed to start looking into this possibility after winter break. Some days after classes had started again, I asked anterus when we would start working on getting this together. He said not to worry, as it was being taken care of. I asked if I was still in as their roommates. He said yes, unless I wanted out, which I didn't. I accepted this for the immediate future, since I felt paranoid after asking this question.

Fast-forward to yesterday. I asked anterus what was happening with off-campus housing. He said to talk to tigerofthewind, which I did tonight. They got a 3 BR apartment -- with the occupants being themselves and another person who was not me. Their rationale for this was that 1) they couldn't get the townhouse, and 2) they had to make a quick decision, and a 4 BR apartment cost $100 more/month to rent. So they instinctually fucked me over.

People sometimes wonder why I'm so untrustworthy of those around me, even those I consider my friends. Scenarios like the one above are why. Thanks to them and their machinations, I now have to find a place to live, with roommates not my friends, possibly for much more than what I would have paid had I gone in with them. This is because I can't go back to Charlottesville this year -- upon hearing that I might have off-campus housing this summer, my mother didn't rent a van to get my stuff back to C-Ville; this van is now unavailable. So unless I find a place to live this year, I'm screwed.

All thanks to anterus and tigerofthewind. Fuck you both very much.