venting

In the last couple days I've moved from 3 different rooms at the Green Tulip, due to all the Mayhem and confusing booking of Songkran. The day before yesterday I was moved into a lovely room only to be told the next day that a couple upstairs couldn't sleep in a fan room, and since they were willing to pay more than double what I was paying I would need to move. I was upset with all the moving around, and let them know with all this inconvenience that I would expect nothing less than a discount for my trouble. They obliged. The staff here are good people, and they do care a lot about me.
However, I was moved into a room with a girl I didn't know. She seemed okay, so I dropped off my stuff and met up with my friends. Later that night I returned exhausted and sunburnt requiring sleep. I was awoken to this disrespectful twat having sex with some guy she just met at a bar not even 3 ft away from me on the bed. I heard the sloppy kissing and moaning through my earplugs! I am aware that this is her room too, but there are no outside guests allowed, and this was awkward and uncomfortable for me, so I asked them to please keep it down. They stormed out and returned an hour later to do it again! I stormed out this time. How disgusting and rude! Now, I'm no puritan, but this was just nasty! At 5:30 in the morning I sat at a table with the manager who was also irritated while I was feeling emotional and put-out. She was fed up with all the disrespectful selfish people who arrived at the Green Tulip House for Songkran.
A funny thought that went through my frustrated brain while my slutty roommate was riding her stud, was that I should have turned on the light, sat up, and asked where the popcorn was for the show. Another amusing thought was that I could have started taking pictures while directing them, "Now could you move you head slightly this way? Great!" hahahaha!
Last night while I was tired, annoyed, and feeling like I was tired of the adversities hitting me continuously upside the cranium while in Chiang Mai(many of which I don't write about) I texted Mark. He ran out and got a phone card to call me and see if I was okay. Even now he is still the only person I really feel I can talk to about anything, and I know he's always there for me. That means so much! :) Thank you, Mark.
Last week I wrote him an email that expressed a lot of pent up emotions relating to our breakup. I even wrote Emily and bitched to her about he and I's breakup and my feelings. I'm glad I spoke my truth. I had hard feelings, which he and I have since talked over. Last night we reconnected, and I'm grateful. I wished we could have worked out, yet I know I'm meant to be here, and be open to learning and experiencing with no strings attached, so I have no regrets, and he shouldn't either. He joined the Canadian military career reserves and starts a double major at Concordia University soon. I'm so proud of him.

This morning when I awoke, the manager: Nine told the owners what happened, and the girl was evicted. They were shocked, repulsed, and protective over me. I was not charged for last night, and I have my own room for tonight. I must admit that I'm ready to get the hell out of Chiang Mai. Tomorrow I leave for Pai. 5 of my Thai massage friends will join me for a little relaxation and exploration, as well as continuing education in the north.

None of this was really a big deal. Now it's a laugh amongst my friends and I.
Sometimes something as small as this can be that icing on the cake that solidifies that it's time to move on. ;) It's all good.