Isn't that massager just godly?

First of all, thanks to all of you who replied and left me feedback on my letter. From your feedback, I've made just a few tiny edits, and added a few more sentences basically saying that I did get the notification that the apartment, for all intents and purposes, is ours, and even if I had loaned my stepdad the $750 for his lawyer and he promised to pay me back over the next 5 weeks (which he did promise), I would still have not enough for a security deposit, and so this opportunity, which is now in our hands, would be lost.

So, the letter is finalized, and I shall print it tomorrow, and leave it for him. I'll be at work--this shall give him time to read it, and hopefully it'll make him think. My intention is not to hurt him, but to bring my own perspectives into this. He's insulted me and is angry at me even though I have done nothing wrong. You now have read it, commented on it, and so I shall go ahead and give it to him. A few possibilities could happen once he's read it: it'll either make him think and realize that he's being stupid, and therefore apologize; make him more angry and stubborn and not even want to associate with me anymore; or do nothing.

I will say this, though...when I got the call today, I never felt such an urge, never felt the incredible desire to just stick up my middle finger and yell, "pipe dream, my ass" to my stepfather, in my life. Just rub it in his face. I do feel very proud of myself, and for April too. I feel proud because this is something that I accomplished. All the money being put in on my end was all money I earned working. Every penny. I did not receive a cent from ANYONE. Sure, I had moral support (thank you, Mom and all my friends), but for the financial part--this was entirely me. I can't help but feel proud.

So, tomorrow, April is giving a money order for $200 to our leasing agent. This is our "advance room deposit," if you will--this holds the apartment for us, much like the same principle of putting $150 to confirm your dorm for the next academic year. We can now sign our lease anytime. So, I'm currenly working out how I'm gonna get down to Kingston in the coming weeks, but so far it looks something like this:

Next week, I have Tuesday and Wednesday off--I just may hop on the bus at 5 AM, get into Kingston by 2, 2:30...sign the lease, return home Wednesday night. Yes, oh, the travelling is gonna SUCK!!! However, to sign the lease--I'll be willing to make the exception. If we sign the lease then, that gives April the ability to move all her stuff from her dorm to the apartment when the semester ends, rather than taking it all home, then taking it to Kingston. In addition, it gives me the go-ahead to put in my 3 weeks notice at this Wal-Mart, and allows me to tell the Kingston Wal-Mart that I'm coming down in 3 weeks--I can start when I move.

It's all coming together, at last...and once again, everyone--thank you so much. I love you all.

So, today--woke up, and got that call, which set the tone for the whole day. I spent the day at Ronny's, alongside Michelle, and later Cilla for anime watching. I now have seen the first 7 episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist...and I am loving it. I want to see MORE! You know...this may top Trigun by series' end. We all went to the Olive Garden, and pigged out heavily. Came back, more anime. Came home, talked on the phone with an ecstatic April, then chatted for the better part of 45 minutes on the phone with Nick. Revised, finalized my letter, and here I am. I work all weekend, and so, here's the schedule:

Tomorrow: 1-9
Saturday: 1-9
Sunday: 1-8.

And yes, April--I do know what I'm getting Mom for Mother's Day: one of those Plug-and-Play TV Games, Pac-Man, for she LOOOOOOOOOOOVES Pac-Man as much as you do Tetris.

So, wish me luck when I hand him that letter. I'm sure the reaction won't be silent. And you'll hear it here first.

Nighty night, all.