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Well. That living-in-my-car idea is looking better and better with each passing day.
Cheuk has been pissed the fuck off all week and basically either treating me like shit, or acting like I'm a stranger if we're in public. If I ask him a simple question such as, "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want me to get you anything?" I receive a disgusted sneer and a, "what? don't you think I can get something for myself? You think I don't plan ahead?" (I think he's implying that he isn't as bad/irresponsible/stupid as me.) And "how are you feeling/doing?" is generally followed by "still alive. what do you want?" If I'm just trying to make conversation, he'll just stare at his computer screen until I leave, and if I need something, he'll sneer and sigh heavily as if I've completely ruined his life as he answers a question or does some simple task. And when we get fast food, he'll generally sit on the other side of the cafeteria and once he's finished with his food, he'll come and tell me to hurry because he's sick of waiting, then stand directly behind me, staring off into space until I'm either done eating or pack up my food to eat later.
Can you guess why?
I let my friend drink some tea out of one of his cups and I didn't get a chance to wash it. Then, I used his pot last night to cook some ramen and didn't wash it before going to sleep, so it had to wait until after my road test. Then some other things came up (paying gas/electric bill, buying kitty litter, going to the post office, withdrawing cash for the rent, getting lunch because I forwent breakfast because of nerves, etc.)So it had to wait a while. Now I'm on double-secret-probation and have strict orders of, "wash it, then never touch my stuff again." It's like being six years old all over again.
And for your amusement,
(I've transliterated his parts into comprehensible English)
1. When going to the post office for a money-order to pay the NYSEG bill (I pay the gas/electric bills by mail, but don't have a checkbook):
Cheuk: Do you know the exact amount for the electric bill?
Me: I texted it to you the other day, so it should still be in your inbox.
Cheuk: Why don't you look in your phone?
Me: Because my phone doesn't save the messages I send.
Cheuk: (scoff) So you really think Nokia makes good phones then?
Me: Yeah, I really like my phone.
Cheuk: (sneer, scoff) Yeah, alright. If you say so...
Me: (Leaves awkwardly after he finds the amount)
2. Before going back to the post office for something I forgot:
Me: Do you know when the post office closes?
Cheuk: What, do you expect me to automatically know everything? I'm not Wikipedia. I'm not a computer. I can't know every little detail that you ask me.
Me: Asking a question isn't implying that you know; I was just wondering if you did. If not, that's okay.
Cheuk: (pauses to think) Whatever. (Starts car and drives off, changing the subject by complaining about the traffic)
3. After starting car to go home after running errands:
Cheuk: Oh, my poor car... it's taking so much abuse.
Me: Hmm? You mean because of Gay? (we're teaching his friend, Gay, to drive.)
Cheuk: That plus everything.
Me: What do you mean?
Cheuk: Starting and stopping all the time. (Because we ran a lot of errands today)
Me: That seems fairly normal. I don't think it'll do significant damage to the starter...
Cheuk: Oh yeah? Well, what if I did that to your Integra? Then what would you think? On, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on off-- (I cut him off at this point)
Me: Well, I probably wouldn't appreciate that very much. But if you're driving around and turning it on and off occasionally, I think it'll be fine. The car is built to withstand this kind of abuse.
Cheuk: (Famous, scoff/sneer/disgusted snort)Oh, yes. Veeeery convincing. Uh-huh.
Me: You don't think so?
Cheuk: Whateeeever you say. Yeah, whatever. Uh-huh.
4. After I withdrew the rent from the bank:
Me: Do you want to go see Mrs. B (Landlord) right now? I don't feel right carrying around so much money.
Cheuk: (Sighing as if I just ruined his life) Did you call her?
Me: No, not yet.
Cheuk: Why don't you wait until tomorrow? She's coming to show us how to put in the storm windows. Didn't you read her letter?
Me: (That being all well and good, I have class in the morning and she usually comes early and I won't be able to give it to her...) Yeah, I read it.
Cheuk: You did?
Me: Yep.
Cheuk: So, you really read the letter.
Me: Yeah...
Cheuk: Huh. Interesting.
Me: What?
Cheuk: Why would you waste time giving her the rent today if you read the letter? How could you forget? She said she's coming on October First.
Me: (Shrug) I thought there was another day left in the month.
Cheuk: Oh really? You thought there was another day left?
Me: Yeah, I figured there were 31 days in September, but I could be wrong. (I admit, I'm terrible with dates... Always have been)
Cheuk: (Checking cellphone calender) You think there are 31 days? Are you sure? Do you want to bet?
Me: No, I'm probably wrong anyway.
Cheuk: (Scoff) Huh. Whatever. (leaves)
Um. What are we up to.. Oh, 5. And one of my personal favorites. The other day:
Me: (Chilling in bed just after waking up, not ready to leave the warmth of my blankets)
Cheuk: (Comes into my room and curls up under the covers with me, clinging with his cold, hairy legs e_e;,scaring away the cats in the process, obviously feeling frisky)
Me: Sir, you seem to be stealing my thermal energy...
Cheuk: Haha, yes, (wriggles and squeezes tighter... [e_e;; -Shivers- gross])do you have time?
Me: (Already seeing where this is going and feeling all gross and cold now) Time for what?
Cheuk: Well, it's a holiday, so we should do something funny, I mean fun.
Me: I'm not in the mood.
Cheuk: Ohhh, why not?
Me: Because you've been (a motherfucking asshole cunt-face) really mean lately.
Cheuk: Awww, come on... (wriggle wriggle)
Me: No. You really don't deserve it... (I've taken to using child-speak with him... It's sad, I know.)
Cheuk: Che... (Leaves)
Me: (Shudders)
Oh, yeah. 6: Trying to make conversation after getting my license:
Me: It's kind of nice that I can drive alone now. So, if I want to do something, you totally have no reason to drive me.
Cheuk: You still have to drive my car...
Me: Nah, after a little practice, I'll be okay with driving my car (like I said, not fantastically perfect driving stick, mainly because I haven't had a lot of practice on the hilly terrain here)
Cheuk: Well, I still have to move my car for you to get out. It's even more of an inconvenience to me than if you take the bus.
Me: Thanks for being so supportive.
Cheuk: (you-just-ruined-my-life sigh)
Really, I could go on and on, but I find that many of these things aren't important enough to waste perfectly good brain cells on remembering...
=3 Okay, I'm done ranting now. I'm going to start pricing a good camping-quality sleeping bag in case I actually go through with my plan. <3 (I've always wanted to live in a car. xD This is my big chance/excuse)
Cheuk has been pissed the fuck off all week and basically either treating me like shit, or acting like I'm a stranger if we're in public. If I ask him a simple question such as, "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want me to get you anything?" I receive a disgusted sneer and a, "what? don't you think I can get something for myself? You think I don't plan ahead?" (I think he's implying that he isn't as bad/irresponsible/stupid as me.) And "how are you feeling/doing?" is generally followed by "still alive. what do you want?" If I'm just trying to make conversation, he'll just stare at his computer screen until I leave, and if I need something, he'll sneer and sigh heavily as if I've completely ruined his life as he answers a question or does some simple task. And when we get fast food, he'll generally sit on the other side of the cafeteria and once he's finished with his food, he'll come and tell me to hurry because he's sick of waiting, then stand directly behind me, staring off into space until I'm either done eating or pack up my food to eat later.
Can you guess why?
I let my friend drink some tea out of one of his cups and I didn't get a chance to wash it. Then, I used his pot last night to cook some ramen and didn't wash it before going to sleep, so it had to wait until after my road test. Then some other things came up (paying gas/electric bill, buying kitty litter, going to the post office, withdrawing cash for the rent, getting lunch because I forwent breakfast because of nerves, etc.)So it had to wait a while. Now I'm on double-secret-probation and have strict orders of, "wash it, then never touch my stuff again." It's like being six years old all over again.
And for your amusement,
(I've transliterated his parts into comprehensible English)
1. When going to the post office for a money-order to pay the NYSEG bill (I pay the gas/electric bills by mail, but don't have a checkbook):
Cheuk: Do you know the exact amount for the electric bill?
Me: I texted it to you the other day, so it should still be in your inbox.
Cheuk: Why don't you look in your phone?
Me: Because my phone doesn't save the messages I send.
Cheuk: (scoff) So you really think Nokia makes good phones then?
Me: Yeah, I really like my phone.
Cheuk: (sneer, scoff) Yeah, alright. If you say so...
Me: (Leaves awkwardly after he finds the amount)
2. Before going back to the post office for something I forgot:
Me: Do you know when the post office closes?
Cheuk: What, do you expect me to automatically know everything? I'm not Wikipedia. I'm not a computer. I can't know every little detail that you ask me.
Me: Asking a question isn't implying that you know; I was just wondering if you did. If not, that's okay.
Cheuk: (pauses to think) Whatever. (Starts car and drives off, changing the subject by complaining about the traffic)
3. After starting car to go home after running errands:
Cheuk: Oh, my poor car... it's taking so much abuse.
Me: Hmm? You mean because of Gay? (we're teaching his friend, Gay, to drive.)
Cheuk: That plus everything.
Me: What do you mean?
Cheuk: Starting and stopping all the time. (Because we ran a lot of errands today)
Me: That seems fairly normal. I don't think it'll do significant damage to the starter...
Cheuk: Oh yeah? Well, what if I did that to your Integra? Then what would you think? On, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on off-- (I cut him off at this point)
Me: Well, I probably wouldn't appreciate that very much. But if you're driving around and turning it on and off occasionally, I think it'll be fine. The car is built to withstand this kind of abuse.
Cheuk: (Famous, scoff/sneer/disgusted snort)Oh, yes. Veeeery convincing. Uh-huh.
Me: You don't think so?
Cheuk: Whateeeever you say. Yeah, whatever. Uh-huh.
4. After I withdrew the rent from the bank:
Me: Do you want to go see Mrs. B (Landlord) right now? I don't feel right carrying around so much money.
Cheuk: (Sighing as if I just ruined his life) Did you call her?
Me: No, not yet.
Cheuk: Why don't you wait until tomorrow? She's coming to show us how to put in the storm windows. Didn't you read her letter?
Me: (That being all well and good, I have class in the morning and she usually comes early and I won't be able to give it to her...) Yeah, I read it.
Cheuk: You did?
Me: Yep.
Cheuk: So, you really read the letter.
Me: Yeah...
Cheuk: Huh. Interesting.
Me: What?
Cheuk: Why would you waste time giving her the rent today if you read the letter? How could you forget? She said she's coming on October First.
Me: (Shrug) I thought there was another day left in the month.
Cheuk: Oh really? You thought there was another day left?
Me: Yeah, I figured there were 31 days in September, but I could be wrong. (I admit, I'm terrible with dates... Always have been)
Cheuk: (Checking cellphone calender) You think there are 31 days? Are you sure? Do you want to bet?
Me: No, I'm probably wrong anyway.
Cheuk: (Scoff) Huh. Whatever. (leaves)
Um. What are we up to.. Oh, 5. And one of my personal favorites. The other day:
Me: (Chilling in bed just after waking up, not ready to leave the warmth of my blankets)
Cheuk: (Comes into my room and curls up under the covers with me, clinging with his cold, hairy legs e_e;,scaring away the cats in the process, obviously feeling frisky)
Me: Sir, you seem to be stealing my thermal energy...
Cheuk: Haha, yes, (wriggles and squeezes tighter... [e_e;; -Shivers- gross])do you have time?
Me: (Already seeing where this is going and feeling all gross and cold now) Time for what?
Cheuk: Well, it's a holiday, so we should do something funny, I mean fun.
Me: I'm not in the mood.
Cheuk: Ohhh, why not?
Me: Because you've been (a motherfucking asshole cunt-face) really mean lately.
Cheuk: Awww, come on... (wriggle wriggle)
Me: No. You really don't deserve it... (I've taken to using child-speak with him... It's sad, I know.)
Cheuk: Che... (Leaves)
Me: (Shudders)
Oh, yeah. 6: Trying to make conversation after getting my license:
Me: It's kind of nice that I can drive alone now. So, if I want to do something, you totally have no reason to drive me.
Cheuk: You still have to drive my car...
Me: Nah, after a little practice, I'll be okay with driving my car (like I said, not fantastically perfect driving stick, mainly because I haven't had a lot of practice on the hilly terrain here)
Cheuk: Well, I still have to move my car for you to get out. It's even more of an inconvenience to me than if you take the bus.
Me: Thanks for being so supportive.
Cheuk: (you-just-ruined-my-life sigh)
Really, I could go on and on, but I find that many of these things aren't important enough to waste perfectly good brain cells on remembering...
=3 Okay, I'm done ranting now. I'm going to start pricing a good camping-quality sleeping bag in case I actually go through with my plan. <3 (I've always wanted to live in a car. xD This is my big chance/excuse)