So I haven't updated with a real post in a while
..So sue me.
I'm really getting fed up with my flatmates. I'm glad that school is almost over (while also starting to freak out about research essays that are due soon...). Lesson learned: Don't room with people you don't know, especially if they all know each other from before.
It's not like anything really big has happened, but I'm tired of all of the small things that keep happening. Like last night, I turned off the AC because it's still FUCKING RAINING outside, and quite cold. Not 10 minutes later the air came zooming back on, so I opened my door to check the thermostat. Lo and behold, but what was hanging above the 'stat? A STICKY NOTE! Now, sticky notes aren't necessarily bad things, but after having people leave them all over the goddamn apartment instead of talking to people, it gets really, REALLY fucking annoying. Also, the note said "if you're cold put on a sweatshirt". I am TIRED of having people tell me to PUT ON A FUCKING SWEATSHIRT when it's cold. I'm ALWAYS wearing a sweatshirt! I can't even sit in my own room without wearing a jacket or something and being wrapped in a blanket!
The cold doesn't really bother me, it's having the freezing cold air blow on me every two goddamn minutes that pisses me off. So, I put up a note that said "if you're warm, try opening a window", as well as one that said something along the lines of "talking > leaving sticky notes". Of course, both Alison and Kristen thought this was funny, and decided to talk about it RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR. Okay, I'm not deaf people, jesus christ. I also heard Alison say something like "I'm going to make another note and leave it in the bathroom!"
I really didn't care what she wanted to do - I just wanted to go to sleep. So I came out and asked them to be quiet, and finally got to go to bed. Then, at 2am, the fire alarm went off! Oh, huzzah. We had to spend an hour downstairs while they tried to figure out what was making the alarm go off, and when we got back upstairs it took me a long while to get to sleep. When we got back up, the first thing Kristen did was rush into the bathroom. She wasn't even in there long enough to do anything, and didn't even bother to pretend to flush the toilet, and I'm assuming grabbed Alison's note while she was in there.
Honestly, I really don't care anymore. In a month I will be moving out of this stupid apartment, and will never have to see these people again. In the meantime, I won't be buying any "communal goods" such as toilet paper or paper towels or whatever - I don't like these girls and I'm not going to spend money on things for them.
Gah, I hate being angry. It just makes me MORE angry.
And I have a research essay due next Thursday, and I missed my appointment with the nutritionist yesterday which is going to cost me $20, and and.. I'm just not having a good week.
Can I take a break from life, please?
I'm really getting fed up with my flatmates. I'm glad that school is almost over (while also starting to freak out about research essays that are due soon...). Lesson learned: Don't room with people you don't know, especially if they all know each other from before.
It's not like anything really big has happened, but I'm tired of all of the small things that keep happening. Like last night, I turned off the AC because it's still FUCKING RAINING outside, and quite cold. Not 10 minutes later the air came zooming back on, so I opened my door to check the thermostat. Lo and behold, but what was hanging above the 'stat? A STICKY NOTE! Now, sticky notes aren't necessarily bad things, but after having people leave them all over the goddamn apartment instead of talking to people, it gets really, REALLY fucking annoying. Also, the note said "if you're cold put on a sweatshirt". I am TIRED of having people tell me to PUT ON A FUCKING SWEATSHIRT when it's cold. I'm ALWAYS wearing a sweatshirt! I can't even sit in my own room without wearing a jacket or something and being wrapped in a blanket!
The cold doesn't really bother me, it's having the freezing cold air blow on me every two goddamn minutes that pisses me off. So, I put up a note that said "if you're warm, try opening a window", as well as one that said something along the lines of "talking > leaving sticky notes". Of course, both Alison and Kristen thought this was funny, and decided to talk about it RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR. Okay, I'm not deaf people, jesus christ. I also heard Alison say something like "I'm going to make another note and leave it in the bathroom!"
I really didn't care what she wanted to do - I just wanted to go to sleep. So I came out and asked them to be quiet, and finally got to go to bed. Then, at 2am, the fire alarm went off! Oh, huzzah. We had to spend an hour downstairs while they tried to figure out what was making the alarm go off, and when we got back upstairs it took me a long while to get to sleep. When we got back up, the first thing Kristen did was rush into the bathroom. She wasn't even in there long enough to do anything, and didn't even bother to pretend to flush the toilet, and I'm assuming grabbed Alison's note while she was in there.
Honestly, I really don't care anymore. In a month I will be moving out of this stupid apartment, and will never have to see these people again. In the meantime, I won't be buying any "communal goods" such as toilet paper or paper towels or whatever - I don't like these girls and I'm not going to spend money on things for them.
Gah, I hate being angry. It just makes me MORE angry.
And I have a research essay due next Thursday, and I missed my appointment with the nutritionist yesterday which is going to cost me $20, and and.. I'm just not having a good week.
Can I take a break from life, please?