rantings and a newsfeed to last you (me) till i get back from Texas; Yeehaw!!
Joe isn't the only person with roommate trouble.
Why does this always happen??
Lemme fill you in. My roommates and i have been in-n-out of frustration with Lonie, the 4th roommate all year, and it seemed to reach some sort of maniacal climax last Wednesday night.
The four of us (roommates) had four of our fellow-Village male friends over for tacos, booze, and game night. Everything was going swimmingly, drunkenly...etc. Until Lonie decided to claim it was "her turn," and not Heather's. To which Heather denied her request--something totally unlike Heather to do (i mean really, this is the nicest girl in the world). Lonie said something to the extent of "fine, whatever, i'll just peace out then." Heather replied with, "fine, peace out then. leave."
Lonie got up, walked into her room, and slammed the door. No one could get her out of her room the rest of the night. The only response I received was via a text at 2am telling us to be quiet because she couldn't sleep (this text was no good because i was already passed out in my room).
We figured it would blow over in the morning, because this isn't the first time she's pulled a stamp-your-foot, slam-the-door, pouty six-year old face tantrum.
Wrong.
We've only seen her in passing, and whenever she comes home and we're in the living room, someone throws her a "hi Lonie," to which she ignores and walks immediately into her room. and slams the door.
what the fuck, seriously.
Friday afternoon Beverly walks to the refrigerator, opens the door, and finds a rather clean, rather empty space before her. Beverly: "Oh hell no she didn't." And walks into Lonie's room (who isn't there) and discovers that she's moved ALL of her things in the fridge, including the communal mustard bottle, to her mini-fridge. Take what you want, Lonie, just leave us the goddamn mustard. I can't even make a decent sandwich.
Saturday morning i witnessed her packing up and walking out the door. The only communication I received was a post-it on the bathroom wall reading "took the mat home to wash. be careful." Well, i guess she hates us enough to drive down to Oceanside to stay with a family she cannot stand. At least she was compassionate and had enough foresight to take into account my clumsiness (which would worsen with wet feet and a missing bath mat).
This evening, while Heather, Bev and I were cooking dinner (and Lonie was in her cave), Bev noticed a post-it on the front door reading "Please try not to slam the door. Thanks."
Bev: "What the fuck! Please try to grow up. Thanks."
which pretty much summed up my feelings towards this entire situation. I'd like to see how long these SHENANIGANS last. We have 6 more weeks to live in this apartment, and i wish she could just be civil towards us.
Gayness to the max.
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Fortunately (or unfortunately for Heather), Beverly and I will be on a plane heading to Austin tomorrow night for the SAAs (Society of American Archaeology conference). Nineteen Cal Poly anthropology/geography students in Austin for four days--i can't wait!!! Plus the presentations from Dr. Allen and my fellow students Friday afternoon. And the fact that i might see my step-sister, Lauren(jealous Joe).
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i have two midterms and a paper due next week. poo-poo on my GPA.
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I'm going to Oregon via Amtrak's Starlight Coaster this summer for the week of the 4th of July. Beverly's family has some river-front property, called "WUG," and they camp up there every 4th. Thus far, Bev, Heather and i have bought our tickets...hopefully Jasna will join us.
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Heather has to proxy for both Bev and myself for apartment/room selections for summer/academic year on Wednesday morning. I'm nervous because, well, i've been dicked over before and it could happen again. Fingers crossed, Heather, Beverly, Jasna and I will be roommates come the fall.
Because, quite frankly, i'm sick of the randoms i get shacked up with.
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i almost ended this post with a preposition.
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I watched an Eddie Izzard DVD Friday night. I laughed SO hard. Perhaps harder than i did watching Russell Peters (quite the feat). I guess everyone in the room was laughing harder at my reactions then at Izzard...to the point of annoyance. Oh well, sorry guys.
Why does this always happen??
Lemme fill you in. My roommates and i have been in-n-out of frustration with Lonie, the 4th roommate all year, and it seemed to reach some sort of maniacal climax last Wednesday night.
The four of us (roommates) had four of our fellow-Village male friends over for tacos, booze, and game night. Everything was going swimmingly, drunkenly...etc. Until Lonie decided to claim it was "her turn," and not Heather's. To which Heather denied her request--something totally unlike Heather to do (i mean really, this is the nicest girl in the world). Lonie said something to the extent of "fine, whatever, i'll just peace out then." Heather replied with, "fine, peace out then. leave."
Lonie got up, walked into her room, and slammed the door. No one could get her out of her room the rest of the night. The only response I received was via a text at 2am telling us to be quiet because she couldn't sleep (this text was no good because i was already passed out in my room).
We figured it would blow over in the morning, because this isn't the first time she's pulled a stamp-your-foot, slam-the-door, pouty six-year old face tantrum.
Wrong.
We've only seen her in passing, and whenever she comes home and we're in the living room, someone throws her a "hi Lonie," to which she ignores and walks immediately into her room. and slams the door.
what the fuck, seriously.
Friday afternoon Beverly walks to the refrigerator, opens the door, and finds a rather clean, rather empty space before her. Beverly: "Oh hell no she didn't." And walks into Lonie's room (who isn't there) and discovers that she's moved ALL of her things in the fridge, including the communal mustard bottle, to her mini-fridge. Take what you want, Lonie, just leave us the goddamn mustard. I can't even make a decent sandwich.
Saturday morning i witnessed her packing up and walking out the door. The only communication I received was a post-it on the bathroom wall reading "took the mat home to wash. be careful." Well, i guess she hates us enough to drive down to Oceanside to stay with a family she cannot stand. At least she was compassionate and had enough foresight to take into account my clumsiness (which would worsen with wet feet and a missing bath mat).
This evening, while Heather, Bev and I were cooking dinner (and Lonie was in her cave), Bev noticed a post-it on the front door reading "Please try not to slam the door. Thanks."
Bev: "What the fuck! Please try to grow up. Thanks."
which pretty much summed up my feelings towards this entire situation. I'd like to see how long these SHENANIGANS last. We have 6 more weeks to live in this apartment, and i wish she could just be civil towards us.
Gayness to the max.
***
Fortunately (or unfortunately for Heather), Beverly and I will be on a plane heading to Austin tomorrow night for the SAAs (Society of American Archaeology conference). Nineteen Cal Poly anthropology/geography students in Austin for four days--i can't wait!!! Plus the presentations from Dr. Allen and my fellow students Friday afternoon. And the fact that i might see my step-sister, Lauren(jealous Joe).
***
i have two midterms and a paper due next week. poo-poo on my GPA.
***
I'm going to Oregon via Amtrak's Starlight Coaster this summer for the week of the 4th of July. Beverly's family has some river-front property, called "WUG," and they camp up there every 4th. Thus far, Bev, Heather and i have bought our tickets...hopefully Jasna will join us.
***
Heather has to proxy for both Bev and myself for apartment/room selections for summer/academic year on Wednesday morning. I'm nervous because, well, i've been dicked over before and it could happen again. Fingers crossed, Heather, Beverly, Jasna and I will be roommates come the fall.
Because, quite frankly, i'm sick of the randoms i get shacked up with.
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i almost ended this post with a preposition.
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I watched an Eddie Izzard DVD Friday night. I laughed SO hard. Perhaps harder than i did watching Russell Peters (quite the feat). I guess everyone in the room was laughing harder at my reactions then at Izzard...to the point of annoyance. Oh well, sorry guys.