Hmm..
The lovebirds haven't stayed the night at this apartment in almost a full week. The thing that gets me is that she comes home yesterday, does a couple loads of her laundry, LEAVES them in the washer (while I have a TON to do), and goes to Ben's. Half the dishes that I've done the past 4 or 5 times were mine that she uses. I don't mind her using my dishes, but the fact that hers are closer for her to reach and she'll reach to the TOP level of the cabinet to get mine just kinda irritates me. I don't use her stuff unless I absolutely have to, but I guess that's just my view of common courtesy. I don't know, I guess she thinks that just because she hasn't been here for more than 10 minutes at a time for a week means she doesn't have to clean anything. But she'll come home, get something to eat, and then leave it, sometimes with food still stuck to MY plate, on the counter until I wash it. I don't know how to say something...
I guess I'm being too picky, but here's something else that bothers me. All the towels in the apartment are mine. We have like 14 or 15 (thank you bridal shower). She uses them, and Ben uses them. But I'm the only one who ever washes them. She got irritated a few days ago because I hadn't had time to wash any in a while, and there weren't any clean. Yet, she had said that day she wanted to do laundry, so I didn't wash anything so she could have the washer.
GRRRRR.
I actually got up at 6 AM this morning, for the second day in a row. Now, granted it was because Michael has to be at work at 7 AM every day this week, I still find it an accomplishment. Most people would roll over and go back to sleep. Go me.
I'm so incredibly ready for spring break. If I can make it through this week, I'll be surprised. We have a monster test today in Music History (which is another reason why I'm up so early). I need to do well on it, and I need to write a kick ass paper.
I'm also pretty sure that unless the Professor curves the test grades, more than half of our Chemistry lecture class is going to fail. I made a 31 on the first test, a girl in my lab who has the same professor made a 28. The last test we had was like Greek to me.
I just want some peace in my life for a while. Is that too much to ask?
I guess I'm being too picky, but here's something else that bothers me. All the towels in the apartment are mine. We have like 14 or 15 (thank you bridal shower). She uses them, and Ben uses them. But I'm the only one who ever washes them. She got irritated a few days ago because I hadn't had time to wash any in a while, and there weren't any clean. Yet, she had said that day she wanted to do laundry, so I didn't wash anything so she could have the washer.
GRRRRR.
I actually got up at 6 AM this morning, for the second day in a row. Now, granted it was because Michael has to be at work at 7 AM every day this week, I still find it an accomplishment. Most people would roll over and go back to sleep. Go me.
I'm so incredibly ready for spring break. If I can make it through this week, I'll be surprised. We have a monster test today in Music History (which is another reason why I'm up so early). I need to do well on it, and I need to write a kick ass paper.
I'm also pretty sure that unless the Professor curves the test grades, more than half of our Chemistry lecture class is going to fail. I made a 31 on the first test, a girl in my lab who has the same professor made a 28. The last test we had was like Greek to me.
I just want some peace in my life for a while. Is that too much to ask?