What a mess! In a good way. >.>
So, two of my roommates were kicked out this week (to clarify, I live in my Sister's house, with her and her daughter. I formerly lived with my Sister's Husband, and his Sister, but they are the ones who were kicked out). They were kicked out because my Sister's soon-to-be former Husband, Larry, has a horrible problem with drugs to the point where he was stealing from the rest of us, and bringing drugs home and using in front of my Sister's six year old daughter. Not okay. So my Sister had him served divorce papers, and the process is beginning.
Additionally, Larry's Sister, Jessica had two friends staying over, whom did not have permission to be here. It was decided they'd be allowed to stay for just under a week... two weeks later they were still here. Additionally, Jessica, Larry and Jessica's two friends are all INCREDIBLY LOUD when they're together. It's bad enough when they're having amiable conversation. But the night before the land lords (My Sister and my parents) learned that these two were living here, and chose to kick everyone out but my Sister, her daughter and myself... the noisy ones' conversation turned not so amiable. They had an argument that consisted of screaming, walls being punched through, and furniture tossed around, until 6 AM. I don't feel I was at all in the wrong in telling the ones in charge of the house (my parents) about this situation after I'd come up and asked them all to be quiet three times. The last few days have been them moving out... and the assholes packed up a bunch of furniture that wasn't theirs, and ran off with it. -.- Needless to say, my Sister is quite upset. But they finished two days ago. And ever since, the house has been extremely quiet... a nice kind of quiet. A peaceful kind. My ferrets have the whole basement to play in, now that I'm not sharing the space with Jessica, and I can sleep. I'm a happy Arcania.
In other news, I was thinking about, one day soon, applying to be a hopeful. It's a long shot, I know. Even longer still, since I'm transexual. But I'd like to think that, with a few more months of estrogen and progesterone, I'd have a chance.
And my sincerest apologies for the crappy cell phone picture. If I were to shoot a set, I'd pay a professional photographer to do it.