it feels like my home is being invaded

the final two roommates moved in this weekend.
It feels really weird. because..well, i've established this place as my home for the past summer, and now NEW people are moving in. So..i almost feel like i'm playing hostess to two long term guests. (i wonder if parents feel like that..?). Anyhow, i have a kind of set way of living around here and i'm a tightwad, so my biggest concern is that they will change that.

Samantha, (i love her, yes), drove me off the deep end. And she's my best friend. But i had serious problems when living with her that i couldn't talk to her about because..well...they would have A) made me look like a bitch B) made me FEEL like a bitch and C) she gets kind of mad when you ask her to do stuff. So, thus said, if i can't handle living with my best friend then how will i beable to survive THIS!?

Because i feel like this place is MY HOME! not theirs really.

but i know that's not right. i'm just being territorial. *makes a face*

Anyways. . hopefully things will go well, and it won't get too messy and out of control to the point that I'M the ONLY ONE EVER CLEANING. Because i will pitch a fit.

I feel bad for joel because he's going to hear a lot of complaints from me if things go wrong.

Plus, i'm kind of scared of lauren. (intimidated..) She's very open about what she wants and doesn't like. And i kind of suck that all up and don't tell anyone. And i don't like it when people change things a lot that i've already settled. You know? I'm scared she'll be like "Oh i don't like this can we get it out of here", "can we move this here?", "Why don't we put this here?"



I GUESSSSSSS i'm mostly a pessimist and this could all work out right. But i kind of liked having an empty house for myself on nights i have off and joel doesn't.


On a different note, the mosquitos are freaking ridiculous. They are huge and fat and red and ugly. And i think it's from all the rain. and they bite me mercilessly. No fun.

And we had vince and amy up from clemson this past weekend cause amy had to take the PKAT. (PCAT?) They're very quiet. We took them to the beach and i felt like they weren't even there most of the time. Kept quite to themselves. and would almost immediately split off from us, even when we took them to the water front park. SO when they asked us today if we would want to go to market street with them (but only after joel assumed that we already were) I told joel no, and let amy and vince know we had errands to run. Because the seem to just kind of want to stay to themselves. . .
and amy never answer's her fucking phone.


When people do that, should they expect me to answer when they call?
I don't think so.