I'm at a loss for executive deluxe turbo suite

So I've spent the last month living on my own, in my friend's empty apartment. It's been pretty great, but here's where it gets complicated. (see that, that's what they call a hook) Roommate A and I have been on pretty mutually uneasy friendly terms for going on five years, but we're finally getting along and seem have an understand of where the other is coming from.

Roommate B and I have been friends since we were little dumpy kids but holy shit does A just drive me absolutely mad deadly bananas. I think I've been approaching this wrong though, because whenever I seek advice from people on this I launch into a tirade of shit A's done that clouds the issue.

I'm at a point where I can afford to live here for another 2 months, no question. Secure. A rare surenessitude.
But I I have no money beyond rent, I have no computer, no job, no nothing. And I'm sick and it's cold. Why is it so fucking cold? And I'm probably eating rice and beans for the next few weeks, which is

So for the record, I realized it's pertinent I mention person A moved out and person B has a startlingly familiar habit of choking me for no reason, under the guise of some kind of physical humor but it's pretty vicious and requires me to them the hell away.

I should take a minute to talk about my birthday. I turned 21 on the 18th, which means I can drink in the United States. Unfortunately I've been drinking legally for 2 years already so I fail to see why so many people with big collars keep reminding me of this.
I was given money which I mostly spent on food, beer and food. But as luck would have it I had another irresponsible gift in store. I found a copy of Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together and its OFFICIAL 400 PAGE BRADYGAEMS GUIDEBOOK for about 25$. This is a fucking score if you somehow started liking number systems after studying for the acceptance program at a Q University mathematics course you didn't want in the first place that you get rejected from. HA HA!

I have options beyond staying in this apartment, but they are less stable and more expensive. Most everyone I've talked to has been giving me a real "follow your dreams!" approach to it, which isn't really the point.

Guy fuckin choked me, alright? I explained to him why I'm touchy about physical violence and he treats the discussion like a novelty. Like "YEAH, let's talk about it, team!"

I guess I realized that a friend turned roommate I viewed in a sort of reserved guruesque light is more like an antisocial emotional mutant.

I can move back home, it's an option too. I have college in about 4 months and I think all it means is cutting down on the drugs and alcohol consumption. Maybe just the drugs, but seriously being annoyed with my mom cause she don't know powertools for a third of a year sounds a hell of a lot more appealing than Punky Chokester and his bad cooking parade.

And for the gammers: moving back home pre-college would probably mean affording a pretty high end computer (by canadian standards

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And I'm just wondering if I should bother with this joker who don't even like Bioshock or Skyrim or Sanic the Hog or Gurs of Wurs or Banana party or Hate puke or Gameboy Micro?????

Advice in Comment section APPRECIATED
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I'm also wondering if just punching him multiple times would be a reasonable option given the circumstances;