So last night's post took place around October-ish, and I never really talked to him after that. And to be entirely honest I didn't really care. I have no time for anyone other than those who actually require it, I had given up hope on someone for the first time in a long time came to a point to total indifference, I couldn't have cared less if he let his new found drinking ruin his sad little excuse for a life.
Around late November, I received a checkout form in our mailbox, figures since I was the only one who ever got the mail but I digress, it had his name on it, but he never even had the decency to tell me that he was moving out of the room. But as soon as I read it I could not stop smiling, I actually starting laughing, I would soon be free of this creature that had plagued me for months. So I took it back to the room and laid the form on his desk. He still never acknowledged it to me.
Nothing more would come of it until a few days before semester's end when he began loudly packing up his side of the room at 11 at night. Naturally this was also the first time he opened the window (which he would always close and crank up the heat when he saw I had it open) and opened the door as well, since this was a particularly cold December night the room temperature was dropping quickly, I could soon see my own breath at my desk, so I shut the bloody thing with as much spite as he had used to open it. And then the next day I had gone to hang out with Blake and by the time I got back he was gone. I think that may have qualified as one of the happiest moments of my life.
Tomorrow: The happier parts of last semester...I promise
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