Yay, my sister is so awesome!
There really is no way to convey sarcasm on the internet. -.-
So another weekend has come and gone, I find it harder and harder to see Z go, but I know that that's just how it is right now. Though, it'd probably be easier if I knew that I wasn't being left with the worst roommate on the planet.
Now, I love my sister. She can be really funny, really nice, and a good person at some times, but lately she has become more and more stressful. Some of you know about the two instances of complete un-roommate like actions.
First, the night that I was sick and could not sleep, my sister decides to make a pizza. I'm cool with that, good for you, blah blah blah. Anyways, I wake up at 7 in the morning and walk into the kitchen because an alarm was going off. I look at the oven, and see that it is still on. WTF!? I turn it off and open the door and of course there isn't anything even in the oven. I look over to the trash can, surprise, a whole pizza is in the trash. So not only did she leave the oven on, she also waisted food. Awesome. *sigh*
That wasn't the end of it though, Saturday night I was feeling a little bit better so I decided to go out with Z, Ceralor, Sarakazi, Duma, and Mirage. It was fun and we went to Buffalo Wild Wings where I played some trivia and had an awesome burger, but alas as I was still feeling icky I didn't eat all that much. Z, however, ate a cheese cake and had 3 glasses of sugar water basically. Which didn't agree with his stomach. *sigh* Anyways, my sister calls me in the middle of dinner and asks me where I am, so I tell her I'm hanging out with friends. Then she says that I locked her out of the house....
Excuse me!?
I think you locked yourself out by not having your keys on you. She is so presumptious it's insane. She assumed that because I was sick at 9 in the morning, that there was no possible way I'd feel better at 9 at night. I mean really? Are you kidding me? Seriously? Anyways, me and Z get home after hanging out the felines' house, and I tell my sister that we are home. She doesn't then get home untill really late. She opens my door, most likely to yell at me, but sees Z in my bed, and leaves. X3 Then slams her own door. Oh hell, that showed me. She is such a child, slamming doors and what not. I wish she could see herself through my eyes and realize that I wasn't in the wrong, in any way, shape, or form.
Woof.
So another weekend has come and gone, I find it harder and harder to see Z go, but I know that that's just how it is right now. Though, it'd probably be easier if I knew that I wasn't being left with the worst roommate on the planet.
Now, I love my sister. She can be really funny, really nice, and a good person at some times, but lately she has become more and more stressful. Some of you know about the two instances of complete un-roommate like actions.
First, the night that I was sick and could not sleep, my sister decides to make a pizza. I'm cool with that, good for you, blah blah blah. Anyways, I wake up at 7 in the morning and walk into the kitchen because an alarm was going off. I look at the oven, and see that it is still on. WTF!? I turn it off and open the door and of course there isn't anything even in the oven. I look over to the trash can, surprise, a whole pizza is in the trash. So not only did she leave the oven on, she also waisted food. Awesome. *sigh*
That wasn't the end of it though, Saturday night I was feeling a little bit better so I decided to go out with Z, Ceralor, Sarakazi, Duma, and Mirage. It was fun and we went to Buffalo Wild Wings where I played some trivia and had an awesome burger, but alas as I was still feeling icky I didn't eat all that much. Z, however, ate a cheese cake and had 3 glasses of sugar water basically. Which didn't agree with his stomach. *sigh* Anyways, my sister calls me in the middle of dinner and asks me where I am, so I tell her I'm hanging out with friends. Then she says that I locked her out of the house....
Excuse me!?
I think you locked yourself out by not having your keys on you. She is so presumptious it's insane. She assumed that because I was sick at 9 in the morning, that there was no possible way I'd feel better at 9 at night. I mean really? Are you kidding me? Seriously? Anyways, me and Z get home after hanging out the felines' house, and I tell my sister that we are home. She doesn't then get home untill really late. She opens my door, most likely to yell at me, but sees Z in my bed, and leaves. X3 Then slams her own door. Oh hell, that showed me. She is such a child, slamming doors and what not. I wish she could see herself through my eyes and realize that I wasn't in the wrong, in any way, shape, or form.
Woof.