Whatever, don't matter, you wouldn't listen if I was fatter...
At Home#2, Oct 17th, 2005
I guess you could sort of say that today went well. I talked things over with Cesker, she's mushier and more understanding than I thought, up until a certain point where she just kept saying "Well, do what you like" after everything I said, she does that when she is exasperated. Despite the fact that I don't get mad easily (a very difficult concept to get across to people, I've found) I am amazingly good at pissing people off. Even in Italian! I am now going to do something I've never done before. This is going to be live coverage of my life. I have cleared things up with Cesker, but that leaves Lener. She is here right now and thank Moses she doesn't know English or else my last entry would probably mean the end of us living together. Dorian just jumped on my keyboard with his wet paws!! Dorian is Elena#2's Springer Spaniel puppy and as cute as he is he is a disaster!! Guess what? Lener is complaining about ANOTHER THING in this house. I am going to shave her head when she is sleeping so that at least until it grows back she will have something else to complain about. And when it does, I'll shave it all off again!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Getting back to the live coverage of my life, I now have to confront my Tasmanian devil of a housemate... Here it goes...
tick, tock, tick, tock.. time's up
Well, a whole big misunderstanding it would seem. Now I have to go and tell Cesker I was wrong and I dun wanna! I must say I feel better now that everything is off my chest (except my boobs of course, I'd like to keep those). We even talked about the house issue, which also went well. Turns out she doesn't blame any of the series of unfortunate events on me, too bad Jim Carrey can't be here to dance around with his face made of rubber.
I now have a Elrondez-Vous with Corbes. Toodles
At Home#2, Dec 1st, 2005
Well. It’s been well over a month since my last entry and boy has my life been full of adventures these passed days. Okay, I don’t even know where to start so I will just blab. Where to start blabbing… Things seemed to be getting better as far as Lener goes but looking back I can say that I just wanted to believe it was. It started with her smashing a plate (part of my favorite set) when I wasn’t home, not telling me and when I asked her if we had always been missing that plate she answered [giggling] that yeah, she had smashed it. No apology, no offer to replace the missing plate. No nothing. Then comes the broken glass, a giggle and a “yeah, I broke it” was all I got. At this point our already tense ‘friendship’ was going down the metaphorical tubes. I start to not let her do the dishes, always getting to the sink first, doing the dishes when I didn’t even eat, making it as indirectly obvious as possible that I don’t trust her. She seemed to get the message… Then came the broken espresso cup. Here is where I started to think that she was smashing stuff on purpose (all this stuff is mine from home, I brought everything from pots and pans to forks and spoons). You see, the evidence of the plate was gone before I got home so I couldn’t see if it was fixable, the glass shattered into a million pieces so no that, now I don’t drink coffee, I brought the espresso cups but I don’t use them and so I don’t know if they go missing, one afternoon I found the glass in the sink without the handle. A simple problem to solve… glue the handle onto the cup, but where to find the handle? I looked everywhere, nothing. I waited for the only possible culprit to come home and then inquired as to the elusive handle. She had thrown it away. Had she wanted to hide the evidence, wouldn’t she have thrown the whole thing away? No, just the handle. Pissed off as a rabid cat I told her to find it. And she did. She knew that I would never have found out about it so she had to leave some evidence; from that incident [last week] things have been swiftly taking a turn for the worse. Mooooooving on… Lener likes this guy. But it seems that he keeps rejecting her. He is Pretty Boy’s cute-ish friend and roommate. He is also apparently clinically insane (Let’s call him MadMan). Just a tid bit of extra info. Last Thursday night the Sorority went to a party. 3 of them ended up sleeping somewhere else that night but Lener and Cesker came home at 3:15am. Cesker went upstairs and Lener decided to make all the noise in the world down on our floor. She was on the phone for the following five minutes and then went into her room and I heard nothing more. Ten minutes later I hear the front door open, Corbes starts to bark and I almost had a heart attack! I hush my frantic dog and hear a male voice. Someone just broke in and entered and I don’t know the Police’s number (and it’s not 911). I was about to call Cesker and tell her to phone the cops when Lener opens the door to her room and they start talking. Thinking rationally now, I realize I know that voice… It’s MadMan. Well, what a relief!… Waiiiiiiit a miiiiiiiiiiinute! It’s 3:30am, what the hell is a clinically insane guy doing in my house; playing with Corbie no less! Long story short they laugh and do something else (I don’t want to know what but there were moments of silence…) in the living room. At around 6:00 (I am still awake and I have to get up in an hour) they go to sleep. Both of them. In the same bed. At the same time. I doubt anything even remotely platonic happened after that but that’s not my business. I dozed off for an hour and when I woke up it was time to get ready for school. I went to the washroom and heard someone moving around about the house. I was ready give them a piece of my mind but when I got to the living room MadMan’s coat and shoes were gone and Lener was still sleeping in her room. The ol’ love-ya-n-leave-ya. Men. Puh. Things have been pretty edgy between us from that evening. Rumors started to spread around the sorority… Whispers of a mad man lurking in our house…
I spent my uneasy days in here studying for an exam which I passed with a 93. That exam weighed a lot because I had decided that I would have gone home had I gotten under 60. Which brings me to another point. The other girls said that it was silly to think these things and that one exam couldn’t be the deciding factor. I had already passed all these other exams and it was dumb to give up like this… Cesker was the only one who simply told me not to leave. She never told me I was being ridiculous or anything. Our friendship has really deepened from the time we talked things over after that horrid party (see two entries ago) and it’s strange because I always felt like her annoying younger sister. I can really vent to her, she tolerates me much more than she did last year and for this I am eternally grateful. Things haven’t been going top notch with Ele either, when Lener isn’t around she is nice, when Lener is around they gang up on me. Cesker says the same thing happens upstairs with Elena and Elisa, maybe that’s why we’ve become so close. As if matters weren’t bad enough our landlord is a stupid, bald, conniving liar and he promised us a working shower and we still flood the washroom every time someone takes a shower and he promised us new windows because ours are in horrible shape and we are on the first floor. Not to mention that they are unbearably ugly. It’s not like we are asking for much. We are asking for bare necessities and we didn’t even ask for them, he PROMISED! But it’s not written in the contract so we have no proof. One day (3 or 4 weeks ago) my aunt went to talk to him about this and he said to remind him because he is a busy man and he forgets. From that day he has never come to visit (whereas he was always here before). Their tack shop (where you buy horse stuff) is right next door so he was always there, but no more. Odd Coincidence, don’t you think? His name is Piero and so I have dubbed him PLS (Piero lo stupido aka Piero the stupid). This wouldn’t be so bad, but seeing as I am mad at him, I use it against him. In his 60 odd years he has never learned how to use a tape measure or hammer a nail into the wall. Not to mention he has no idea how to fill out forms (first name, last name, address, phone number… all that tough stuff). What a stupid, stupid man. His idea of a busy day is watching his trotting horsies (he breeds horses, the bastard) trot around the track. If it takes a complete moron to breed horses what in Moses’ name am I doing here killing myself over University? As you can see it’s been just a whole bunch of things put together to get me into this mood and by ‘this mood’ I mean crying every night for two weeks. Things have been going so bad, it seems that I can’t stand talking to anyone here but Cesker. This week things were a little better and I hope that it’ll keep on progressing. I really want us all to be friends, like we were before we lived here, I would hate for us to end our friendship because we moved in together.
In The Car, Dec 9th, 2005
Today I packed a whole bunch of stuff from the sorority and now we are heading home. In 11 days I leave to go into iiiiiiiiiintooooooooooooo theeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest… aka Toronto! I am really loathing the prospect of a plane ride, but what can ya do? I am so happy to be returning to my hooome and naaa-tiiive laa-aand! Like last year, I will probably write little (if anything) in my diary. Mom and Maya moved while I was away so I am also eager to see the new place. This winter I have a whole bunch of stuff to do around the house so I will be awfully busy but at least I won’t get back feeling as though I’ve done nothing all vacation. I’m a little sad that Corbie won’t be with me here in this festive time of year, but I’m sure she’ll be happy frolicking around in the Italian snow. Getting back to Italy wont be as sad as it used to be because I know that a little part of my old life is there waiting for me. All in all, I feel a little better about everything… but that may just be because Lener hasn’t been around for the last couple of days…
Oh yeah, I also must admit, shame facedly, that I went to see Harry Potter e Il Calice Di Fuoco (I don’t know what it is in English, but Mr. Potter turned into a giant Sea Monkey). Yes, I wanted to see it, after LOTR I got hooked on magic and Narnia isn’t out yet! I’ll admit it was fun, we saw it at 12:00 so I was a little tired but I’d see it again. That said, I must still say that I am against the author and her blatant display of plagiarism but the screenplay is quite fun. For the record I have never actually had anything against the actors or anyone involved with the movie. But don’t get any funny ideas; I am not doing a Harry Potter marathon when I get back. Oh yeah, and what happened to Tom Felton? Time has certainly not been very fair to him…
I guess you could sort of say that today went well. I talked things over with Cesker, she's mushier and more understanding than I thought, up until a certain point where she just kept saying "Well, do what you like" after everything I said, she does that when she is exasperated. Despite the fact that I don't get mad easily (a very difficult concept to get across to people, I've found) I am amazingly good at pissing people off. Even in Italian! I am now going to do something I've never done before. This is going to be live coverage of my life. I have cleared things up with Cesker, but that leaves Lener. She is here right now and thank Moses she doesn't know English or else my last entry would probably mean the end of us living together. Dorian just jumped on my keyboard with his wet paws!! Dorian is Elena#2's Springer Spaniel puppy and as cute as he is he is a disaster!! Guess what? Lener is complaining about ANOTHER THING in this house. I am going to shave her head when she is sleeping so that at least until it grows back she will have something else to complain about. And when it does, I'll shave it all off again!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Getting back to the live coverage of my life, I now have to confront my Tasmanian devil of a housemate... Here it goes...
tick, tock, tick, tock.. time's up
Well, a whole big misunderstanding it would seem. Now I have to go and tell Cesker I was wrong and I dun wanna! I must say I feel better now that everything is off my chest (except my boobs of course, I'd like to keep those). We even talked about the house issue, which also went well. Turns out she doesn't blame any of the series of unfortunate events on me, too bad Jim Carrey can't be here to dance around with his face made of rubber.
I now have a Elrondez-Vous with Corbes. Toodles
At Home#2, Dec 1st, 2005
Well. It’s been well over a month since my last entry and boy has my life been full of adventures these passed days. Okay, I don’t even know where to start so I will just blab. Where to start blabbing… Things seemed to be getting better as far as Lener goes but looking back I can say that I just wanted to believe it was. It started with her smashing a plate (part of my favorite set) when I wasn’t home, not telling me and when I asked her if we had always been missing that plate she answered [giggling] that yeah, she had smashed it. No apology, no offer to replace the missing plate. No nothing. Then comes the broken glass, a giggle and a “yeah, I broke it” was all I got. At this point our already tense ‘friendship’ was going down the metaphorical tubes. I start to not let her do the dishes, always getting to the sink first, doing the dishes when I didn’t even eat, making it as indirectly obvious as possible that I don’t trust her. She seemed to get the message… Then came the broken espresso cup. Here is where I started to think that she was smashing stuff on purpose (all this stuff is mine from home, I brought everything from pots and pans to forks and spoons). You see, the evidence of the plate was gone before I got home so I couldn’t see if it was fixable, the glass shattered into a million pieces so no that, now I don’t drink coffee, I brought the espresso cups but I don’t use them and so I don’t know if they go missing, one afternoon I found the glass in the sink without the handle. A simple problem to solve… glue the handle onto the cup, but where to find the handle? I looked everywhere, nothing. I waited for the only possible culprit to come home and then inquired as to the elusive handle. She had thrown it away. Had she wanted to hide the evidence, wouldn’t she have thrown the whole thing away? No, just the handle. Pissed off as a rabid cat I told her to find it. And she did. She knew that I would never have found out about it so she had to leave some evidence; from that incident [last week] things have been swiftly taking a turn for the worse. Mooooooving on… Lener likes this guy. But it seems that he keeps rejecting her. He is Pretty Boy’s cute-ish friend and roommate. He is also apparently clinically insane (Let’s call him MadMan). Just a tid bit of extra info. Last Thursday night the Sorority went to a party. 3 of them ended up sleeping somewhere else that night but Lener and Cesker came home at 3:15am. Cesker went upstairs and Lener decided to make all the noise in the world down on our floor. She was on the phone for the following five minutes and then went into her room and I heard nothing more. Ten minutes later I hear the front door open, Corbes starts to bark and I almost had a heart attack! I hush my frantic dog and hear a male voice. Someone just broke in and entered and I don’t know the Police’s number (and it’s not 911). I was about to call Cesker and tell her to phone the cops when Lener opens the door to her room and they start talking. Thinking rationally now, I realize I know that voice… It’s MadMan. Well, what a relief!… Waiiiiiiit a miiiiiiiiiiinute! It’s 3:30am, what the hell is a clinically insane guy doing in my house; playing with Corbie no less! Long story short they laugh and do something else (I don’t want to know what but there were moments of silence…) in the living room. At around 6:00 (I am still awake and I have to get up in an hour) they go to sleep. Both of them. In the same bed. At the same time. I doubt anything even remotely platonic happened after that but that’s not my business. I dozed off for an hour and when I woke up it was time to get ready for school. I went to the washroom and heard someone moving around about the house. I was ready give them a piece of my mind but when I got to the living room MadMan’s coat and shoes were gone and Lener was still sleeping in her room. The ol’ love-ya-n-leave-ya. Men. Puh. Things have been pretty edgy between us from that evening. Rumors started to spread around the sorority… Whispers of a mad man lurking in our house…
I spent my uneasy days in here studying for an exam which I passed with a 93. That exam weighed a lot because I had decided that I would have gone home had I gotten under 60. Which brings me to another point. The other girls said that it was silly to think these things and that one exam couldn’t be the deciding factor. I had already passed all these other exams and it was dumb to give up like this… Cesker was the only one who simply told me not to leave. She never told me I was being ridiculous or anything. Our friendship has really deepened from the time we talked things over after that horrid party (see two entries ago) and it’s strange because I always felt like her annoying younger sister. I can really vent to her, she tolerates me much more than she did last year and for this I am eternally grateful. Things haven’t been going top notch with Ele either, when Lener isn’t around she is nice, when Lener is around they gang up on me. Cesker says the same thing happens upstairs with Elena and Elisa, maybe that’s why we’ve become so close. As if matters weren’t bad enough our landlord is a stupid, bald, conniving liar and he promised us a working shower and we still flood the washroom every time someone takes a shower and he promised us new windows because ours are in horrible shape and we are on the first floor. Not to mention that they are unbearably ugly. It’s not like we are asking for much. We are asking for bare necessities and we didn’t even ask for them, he PROMISED! But it’s not written in the contract so we have no proof. One day (3 or 4 weeks ago) my aunt went to talk to him about this and he said to remind him because he is a busy man and he forgets. From that day he has never come to visit (whereas he was always here before). Their tack shop (where you buy horse stuff) is right next door so he was always there, but no more. Odd Coincidence, don’t you think? His name is Piero and so I have dubbed him PLS (Piero lo stupido aka Piero the stupid). This wouldn’t be so bad, but seeing as I am mad at him, I use it against him. In his 60 odd years he has never learned how to use a tape measure or hammer a nail into the wall. Not to mention he has no idea how to fill out forms (first name, last name, address, phone number… all that tough stuff). What a stupid, stupid man. His idea of a busy day is watching his trotting horsies (he breeds horses, the bastard) trot around the track. If it takes a complete moron to breed horses what in Moses’ name am I doing here killing myself over University? As you can see it’s been just a whole bunch of things put together to get me into this mood and by ‘this mood’ I mean crying every night for two weeks. Things have been going so bad, it seems that I can’t stand talking to anyone here but Cesker. This week things were a little better and I hope that it’ll keep on progressing. I really want us all to be friends, like we were before we lived here, I would hate for us to end our friendship because we moved in together.
In The Car, Dec 9th, 2005
Today I packed a whole bunch of stuff from the sorority and now we are heading home. In 11 days I leave to go into iiiiiiiiiintooooooooooooo theeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest… aka Toronto! I am really loathing the prospect of a plane ride, but what can ya do? I am so happy to be returning to my hooome and naaa-tiiive laa-aand! Like last year, I will probably write little (if anything) in my diary. Mom and Maya moved while I was away so I am also eager to see the new place. This winter I have a whole bunch of stuff to do around the house so I will be awfully busy but at least I won’t get back feeling as though I’ve done nothing all vacation. I’m a little sad that Corbie won’t be with me here in this festive time of year, but I’m sure she’ll be happy frolicking around in the Italian snow. Getting back to Italy wont be as sad as it used to be because I know that a little part of my old life is there waiting for me. All in all, I feel a little better about everything… but that may just be because Lener hasn’t been around for the last couple of days…
Oh yeah, I also must admit, shame facedly, that I went to see Harry Potter e Il Calice Di Fuoco (I don’t know what it is in English, but Mr. Potter turned into a giant Sea Monkey). Yes, I wanted to see it, after LOTR I got hooked on magic and Narnia isn’t out yet! I’ll admit it was fun, we saw it at 12:00 so I was a little tired but I’d see it again. That said, I must still say that I am against the author and her blatant display of plagiarism but the screenplay is quite fun. For the record I have never actually had anything against the actors or anyone involved with the movie. But don’t get any funny ideas; I am not doing a Harry Potter marathon when I get back. Oh yeah, and what happened to Tom Felton? Time has certainly not been very fair to him…