::sigh::
My day is now slightly less than mediocre. It started out ok, but then I discovered that my drawing teacher is not cancelling class for Wednesday. That sucks. So, I have to be there; it's my major. But today's class wasn't bad. ^_^
When I get home, I'm asked to go retrieve milk... AGAIN! I honestly don't know where it all goes. So I go and get some milk. As I'm coming back, two complete assholes cut me off at the turn into Pegasus Pointe! I don't usually get angry, but every time someone cuts me off at that turn, it just lights a fuse in me! I swear, the next time someone cuts me off like that, I'm gonna follow them, get out of my car and do some serious bitching. So, I get home and everyone's leaving for classes and volleyball practice and staying in a hotel and whatnot (long story) and I stay home and clean the kitchen. This I don't have too big of a problem with, but the leftover pent-up anger from being cut off is still lingering. So with everyone out of the house, I begin ranting ot myself. I start bitching about earlier when one of my roommates asked me not to leave dishes in the sink, but to put them on the counter instead so that she has room to hand wash her dishes. That's a pretty lame request. Dishes don't belong on the counter, especially not dirty ones! They go in the sink until they can be placed in the dish washer in the event that the dish washer is full. Besides, if the dishes in the sink are bothering you that much, wash them by hand yourself! The way I was raised, if you need access to the sink, you clean the stuff or at least place it in the dish washer, and then do what you need to do. You don't just put it on the counter and leave it there. That's gross! It makes the counter an eye sore! I'm not used to living in squalor, ok? This particular roommate is the only one who washes her dishes by hand, and hence, the only one who doesn't do other people's dishes by default. It's like hand washing your own shit gives you a "get-out-of-cleaning-free" card or something. It doesn't seem fair to me and the other two roommates who all throw eachother's dishes in the dish washer without a problem. But of course, I'm too much of a wimp to actually tell her this, so I just bitch and moan, marinating in my own frustration and hope that by chance if she ever reads this that she won't be too upset with me.
Then I kinda went on another tirade. I started talking about dishes in general, which led me to think about LaNell's little friend who was at my birthday party knockin' over drinks and shit. Because of her, my roommate lost a glass and I got landed with the responsibility of buying a new deck of cards for my other roommate. That, and she was flirting with the guy that I wanted to flirt with, and it was MY birthday, etc. etc., yadda yadda yadda.
Ok. I think I've run out of things to be angry about. I'm no longer fuming. No more reason to call my mom and talk to an actual person. Yay me!
Well... Ta ta-ta! ^_~
When I get home, I'm asked to go retrieve milk... AGAIN! I honestly don't know where it all goes. So I go and get some milk. As I'm coming back, two complete assholes cut me off at the turn into Pegasus Pointe! I don't usually get angry, but every time someone cuts me off at that turn, it just lights a fuse in me! I swear, the next time someone cuts me off like that, I'm gonna follow them, get out of my car and do some serious bitching. So, I get home and everyone's leaving for classes and volleyball practice and staying in a hotel and whatnot (long story) and I stay home and clean the kitchen. This I don't have too big of a problem with, but the leftover pent-up anger from being cut off is still lingering. So with everyone out of the house, I begin ranting ot myself. I start bitching about earlier when one of my roommates asked me not to leave dishes in the sink, but to put them on the counter instead so that she has room to hand wash her dishes. That's a pretty lame request. Dishes don't belong on the counter, especially not dirty ones! They go in the sink until they can be placed in the dish washer in the event that the dish washer is full. Besides, if the dishes in the sink are bothering you that much, wash them by hand yourself! The way I was raised, if you need access to the sink, you clean the stuff or at least place it in the dish washer, and then do what you need to do. You don't just put it on the counter and leave it there. That's gross! It makes the counter an eye sore! I'm not used to living in squalor, ok? This particular roommate is the only one who washes her dishes by hand, and hence, the only one who doesn't do other people's dishes by default. It's like hand washing your own shit gives you a "get-out-of-cleaning-free" card or something. It doesn't seem fair to me and the other two roommates who all throw eachother's dishes in the dish washer without a problem. But of course, I'm too much of a wimp to actually tell her this, so I just bitch and moan, marinating in my own frustration and hope that by chance if she ever reads this that she won't be too upset with me.
Then I kinda went on another tirade. I started talking about dishes in general, which led me to think about LaNell's little friend who was at my birthday party knockin' over drinks and shit. Because of her, my roommate lost a glass and I got landed with the responsibility of buying a new deck of cards for my other roommate. That, and she was flirting with the guy that I wanted to flirt with, and it was MY birthday, etc. etc., yadda yadda yadda.
Ok. I think I've run out of things to be angry about. I'm no longer fuming. No more reason to call my mom and talk to an actual person. Yay me!
Well... Ta ta-ta! ^_~