It’s war.
Right. I’ve lost it.
Roommate. It’s beyond a mild annoyance maybe-she-can’t-help-it thing. It’s half past midnight. I’ve been trying to get to sleep for an hour. I was having trouble because the nauseous feeling I had this morning came back so I was just lying there trying to push the sea-sick type feeling out of my thoughts. When that failed, I got up, put my dressing gown on, my slip ons (don’t like going around barefoot outside of my room) and went into the kitchen to make hot chocolate and watch some tv in the hopes of it making me sleepy.
All was silent. As well as hot chocolate, I filled my pink hot water bottle so I could cuddle it on the couch. After a while, felt sleepy, went back to bed, turned the lights off. 15 mins later, roommate comes out of her room. Lets her bedroom door swing back behind her, walks to the kitchen, lets that door swing back behind her as usual. I sat up in bed, in the dark, and shouted, not in a horrible way like I usually do, but in an exasperated, damsel-in-distress way, “For fuck’s sake. Don’t slam the door.”
Then I heard her, in clear defiance of my request, start to SING. And she sang as if to ignore me. So I picked up my shoe and kept hitting it off my door while she slammed the kitchen at least 3 more times. And then… THEN… she started to cook. At this hour.
So I’m up, wide awake, feeling nauseous, wishing I had a bazooka so I could go in there and just ASK her to make my muthafucking night, and slam the door again.
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I’m a woman on the edge.
Ladies and gentleman…
… girls and boys… That is the first and last time I shout “Shitbag!”/”Y’auld whore!” from my kitchen window!
Good night!
boredo
Not looking forward to the coming weeks! The only blessing is that the exams are spaced out, so there IS time to play with, but the nervousness is still there.
25th April, it rained all day. Not even stuff that you could maybe combat with an umbrella. It was like a giant shower. So all my driving-practice-esque plans went out of the window. Was totally looking forward to it too… Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be not-so-rainy.
The year really flew… Sept-Dec definitely went by too fast…
The summer should be fun. My mum and brother are coming for a visit in July. It’ll be fun to see my brother. Have no clue how to entertain him when he’s here since he would hang around shopping centres and go out on his bike with his friends. And there won’t be bikes or a selection of shopping centres in town to loiter in or his friends, or his xbox 360, so… Dunno, he’ll have just turned 14 so he might think my ideas of going to the park might be lame. But I’m going to suggest it, and bring a ball to kick around. Also, there are movies and going into the city or going to some wildlife park and climbing up on stuff and nature… I’m basing this on the hope that he has his own self-propelled enthusiasm for that kind of thing. Lord knows I don’t.
If only it were a 14 year old sister… Could just sit indoors paint her nails, discuss boys she likes and let her try on my high heels.
Jebus I feel old… !!
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Quick rant… Woke up, went outside to turn the booster switch on so I could have an extra hot shower, went back into bed. While laying there I heard roommate come out of her room. Walks up the hall and turns the switch off… –_–
And who bakes cookies at midnight, from scratch, with 2 asians and a 25 year old bald guy… Really…
Then she did her routine slamming the kitchen door thing by letting it swing back behind her. I mean… How many times do I have to tell her not to! It sounds like a gunshot.
Snotty Girls, Once-Was Boys and Karma-Powered Handdryers
So… There was a party here earlier in the week. I was tired and I was trying to sleep but they were making so much noise that I had to go in and ask them to turn the music down. So I walked into my own livingroom, where these people were, and I got a snotty “Who are you?” when I walked in. In my own home.
So anyways, I took note of who said it. Went back to bed. Turning the electricity off at the mains as revenge would have been obvious. So I went to bed, and waited until morning. Lo and behold, the “Who are you?” girl left her handbag. It was lying there, half open, a carton of cigarettes poking out, on the floor. I was dressed, going to the kitchen to make breakfast. I refrained from turning the electricity off at the mains the previous night. Revenge was on my mind. I did it because I felt like it… I kicked her handbag across the room. Really hard. Her carton of cigarettes fell out, I walked over and stepped on them. Making sure to stand on her handbag as I did. And jacket.
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but she shouldn’t have left her stuff on the livingroom floor.
And yes, Christianity, my first class ticket to Hell, but she was the rude one.
And I hate girls who are sarcastic to me or snotty when I haven’t even acknowledged they’re in the room yet. I actually didn’t even look at the girl’s face, I dunno who she was. I only heard her. If she said, “Hi! Sorry for shouting in your hallway like an animal and having the music up and talking about you when you leave the room and being a troublesome guest.” I probably would have liked her.
Plus… she was one of those girls who hangs around guys. E.g. 7 guys to a room and she’s the only female and likes it/prefers it that way. Really dislike that breed of female, they’re unnecessarily territorial, they claim every guy as their “best friend” and win sympathy with the same old shit: “I don’t have any girl friends. Other girls just don’t like me. I get on better with guys…” You see them all the time. And they’re not tomboys either. Whatever the tomboy was, the stereotype has evolved since. They know the game and what’s attractive and what isn’t.
In other news, I was cool today. I passed Mr Unrequinted Bullshit Pattern himself. Was walking past him, a girl was talking to him, as I walked past, he looked away from said girl and looked right at me and I looked at him and gave him this half-smile-but-more-in-the-eyes-but-not-bitchy “Yeah, get a good look what you coulda had!” look on my way to the elevators. Hehehe…But it all went downhill as usual and I reverted back to my usual self: I went to the bathroom a little while later and while I was drying my hands at the dryer a piece of paper fell out of my pocket, I bent down, picked it up and as I stood up I hit my head on the handdryer >__<
Very sore =(
My Day
Thought I’d post something… I don’t want to work, so this is a better option than doing absoluetly nothing.
April 14, 2009
I had lunch at my apartment. On the way from the library to my apartment, I was walking along and I saw a Chinese guy walking towards me and he was dancing and rapping along to whatever song was on his i-pod. Looking back it was pretty funny… but at the time I was like omg. I thought he’d stop dancing/rapping when I got closer, but he kept going even though it was plain that I could see him and he could see me. Felt like saying, “Steady yourself, China.” because his dance moves were pretty violent/all over the place. Anyways, I backed against the wall and slid past him quickly.
Got home, had lunch, picked my bag up again and walked out. I was watching Loose Women or whatever from the kitchen table while I ate and my roommate came in and turned it off and turned his PS2 on. I mean, Loose Women irritates me anyway, and I wasn’t really watching it, but… at least ask “Are you watching this?” to give me the chance to say, “No. Please go ahead and turn your PS2 on so you can play Crash Bandicoote or however you spell it. I’ll just sit here and eat my lunch that I made, while you – yes, YOU – take away the television from me, which I was watching, which I wasn’t enjoying, but you flounced in here anyway and…” and… you get the point. Picked up my bag and left to go back to the library.
On my way back to the library, I was walking along, minding my own business and I see a guy who was probably only a few years older than me…. 22 at the most, lying on the side of the road like “Aaaah! My leg my leg!” and an old man was standing over him with an umbrella like, “I’ve called an ambulance! Don’t move! Aaah!” and I’m like, “Hmm… should I leave this person in the hands of such an old guy? Or carry on walking?” but as I was deciding the ambulance whooshed past me and then all the paramedics were there so it was ok. Apparently he tripped on the pavement and broke his ankle. Tough call.
In other news, studying suuuuucks. Suuuuucks. My head feels all frazzled. No one wonder people do speed… I’m like 55% tempted to do it myself if it means I can stay up and get work done. It’s lame to admit this, but when I was 10 I saw an episode of Fresh Prince of Bel Air and the ep highlighted drug use and one student at Will’s school was using speed to get his work done. Dunno, we waste a lot of time sleeping. Like right now, I want to read the Merchant of Venice for my exams, and I probably won’t get more than 5 pages in because my body is already telling me it feels tired out.If I could stay up I would get it read and out of the way. If I ever get desperate to get somethign done, I’d try Red Bull or Monster drinks… Monster drinks work pretty well.
Also, I looked like a man today. Completely unfeminine. Quite hilarious. But studying is practical. I bumped into a girl from my class and she looked like she was ready to go out for the night or something. Cigarette included. I was quite inferior by comparison. My stupid black coat and stupid red scarf, talking to her… Tshirt and zip up hoodie on underneath. Stupid ponytail. But at the same time, I don’t get why girls dress up to sit in the library. Why do they even wear make up to sit at a desk all day and stare down into a book? I swear there must’ve been a mass, worldwide female-only meeting to explain why we should do all of this stuff and held at some point during my early teenage years and I didn’t get the memo. So everything I saw other girls doing thereafter as I grew was a puzzle to me. Honestly!
And now I’m about to go to the shop in my pj pants and a hoodie at 9.30 at night. Admittedly, they’re nice pj pants… just plain grey. People will think they’re usual pants but yeah, hmm…
food
Eating out for lunch with my dad sucks now that he’s on some kind of food-watch diet thing. We went to an Italian place and I got pizza and I wanted to get a side order, but I didn’t because my dad didn’t get one. Because he’s health conscious. Normally, when they ask, “What do you want with that?” I’d go, “Yah. Uhh garlic bread WITH mozzarella… dough balls… aaaaaaaand… uhh…” But this time I said, “No thanks.”
>__< And I didn’t even make up for not getting a side with getting a dessert. They had chocolate cake ffs!!! With FUDGE.
On the plus side, he bought me toothpaste. … Cuz I said something like, “Yeah, I need to buy toothpaste actually. I ran out this morning…” and he went in and got me some more. Yay for parental concern.
