Where I bitch and elaborate
You have no idea how pissed off I am right now. I wrote such a long and entertaining entry and now it is all GONE!!! Nooooo. And because I am stupid I can't get it back-pooooooooo.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway I will try again. Even though I don't think it will be the same.
So I am going to bitch A LOT in this entry, just a warning to you all.
My housemate is getting out of control. He is stealing food (and had been apparently from the beginning) and doesn't apologise when he gets caught. And it's only petty stuff-coffee and sugar and coke. The annoying thing is that if he asked he would be given the stuff. But he doesn't ask. And everytime we tell him to stop he doesn't look at us, doesn't say a single word and doesn't apologise any time later. And it turns out that I was right about the break up thing. One time when I managed to tune him out, my other housemate couldn't and he heard all of the huge fight he had with his girlfriend at 3 in the morning. The banging and the crying was his temper tantrum at not getting his own way.
My other housemate was telling me just how badly he treats his girlfriend. Also patronizing and rude I have no idea why she stays with him because from the limited time I have spent with her, she is such a lively, bubbly person.
With me he hasn't done much but he insists on competing with me about how much more working class he is than I am. It's like inverted snobbery. No longer are we comparing how much richer we are or how higher we are on the social scale. Now it's all about poverty.
Seriously.
But OK, I can live with that. I asked him what school he went to and it was public while I went state. But, he argued that doesn't matter because my mother had to work to pay the bills. Well, excuse me! So did both my parents. They still work. He then argued that he was left out the whole time, he never fit in. What rubbish! That makes him working class? The friends he has come over are just like him, champagne socialites all of them preaching about how they should live and how society should be run without doing a single thing themselves.
My definition of working class is someone who works. I have worked since 16 and the idiot has never had a job! It is just so irritating.
(NOTE: I was far, far more articulate in my previous attempt at writing this entry. This sucks.)
He was quiet last night, probably because he couldn't call his girlfriend to shout at her because they are no longer speaking. Part of me is really happy that i got a hwole night's sleep but another part of me hopes he does it again because then he can be kicked out. the landlord isn't all that happy with him either.
ARGHHHH!!!
Just felt like typing that because it is really getting irritating living with him. Moody fool.
Anyway now to get onto the good part. I have decided to post a blub of the new thing that I am writing and again I bet it isn't anywhere as good as what I wrote in the previous failed entry (one day I promise I will get over that.) Anyway here it is:
A 26 year old, self made business woman (actually is it man for both genders?), daughter of an accountant and a 21 year, University graduate with no desire to work and old son of a Lord meet and after three moths decide to get married. After meeting her family they go to meet his and my story begins at that point. The mother-in-law furious that she wasn't part of the wedding decides to host a recpetion part for the two of them. The next day she (the 26 year old protagonist) finds the cook stabbed to death.
It was after watching the movie 'Easy Virtue' that I got the idea. While marrying outside your class is funny and entertaining, it does seem slightly out of date. Marrying into a different culture always seems more entertaining and I am sure that there are lots of books out there but they (especially if it is an Indian family) really hold onto the stereotypes and that I always find really hard to relate with. Steroetypes are based in reality but I think reality has changed and most novel ideas haven't yet. My parents can speak fluent English (my Grandparents can too) and don't have an accent, they aren't shopkeeprs, aren't devstated that I or my sister aren't boys, and feel no need to throw the first Indian boy they see onto me.
I want to write more about what I can actually relate to, especially when it comes to the lives of the characters. But the mourder obviously I can't relate too, but I have been reading a lot of murder mystery books and it was too good an opportunity to miss. For me just writing about marital problems and problems with the in-laws would be boring so I added in the dead cook. I know who killed her and I know why but what I don't know is if I want the married couple to end up together in the end. The romantic part of me is actually winning at this point-with all the crap I plan to put them through I suppose they do deserve some happiness. It is also really fun to write about the relationship after they main characters have discovered their feelings for each other. Slightly liberating not have to construct a romance and ingenious ways for them to meet and things for them to say to each other which doesn't make them seem like sappy idiots.
Well how does it sound? Interesting to anyone?
Someone tell me something, anything nice! I still miss the old entry :(
xoxo