WOW...I get so annoyed and at the smallest things.
I'm amazed by my one roomie and how annoyed I can get with her. I feel like she starts arguments with me just so she can feel like she is better than I am or smarter or she's got more ducks in a row...something. I'm not sure. Last night I slept on the couch because I don't like sleeping upstairs by myself when no one else is in the apartment, something about feeling like I have more control if I sleep downstairs. Anyway, she comes in and asks me why I slept downstairs and then asks me what I'm going to do when I live alone next year. I try to explain to her that living in a two room apartment is a lot different than living in a fairly large, bi-level apartment. She ended up being skeptical with me being able to handle my own apartment and made it sound like I was some naive child who just didn't get it and was going to crash and burn at her first real attempt at independence. She does that a lot. She got on my case about my aspirations of being employed in the film industry and my dream of living in New York saying that I should be ready to move to LA if I have to...whatever, there's really no way to argue with her because even if she is undoubtedly wrong she'd never admit it.
What else...I love how she's on the South Beach diet so she won't even taste something that I bake if it has real sugar in it and yet she'll still go out and get McDonalds. Wow...I'm amazed. Anything else? Oh yeah, I want to have a party but first I have to check with the roomies and make sure it's okay and that they will make other plans to be out of the house because they both said that they don't want to have any more parties in this apartment because they don't want to clean it up. Well, I'm allowed to have parties if I check it before hand and if I promise that everything will be cleaned up by noon the next day. Not so bad considering that by letting them know before hand I will save myself a lot of grief because Ali won't be able to say shit about it. Whatever, so I let them both know and yadda yadda and then Ali's like "Well as long as no one goes in my room...and nothing gets broken...and people don't smoke pot except for upstairs because I have to get a hair test soon." WTF! Does she really think that by walking into a room where people smoked the night before she's going to inhale any smoke at all let alone enough where it would show up in a hair test 5 months from now? It's times like these when I just want to call her a stupid bitch and be done with the whole thing. I feel kind of bad for having such a dislike for her but she doesn't make it easy to like her. Every time I tell her something I'm planning on doing she questions everything like I'm some naive little girl who has no idea what the "real world" is like. Okay...done with the rant...I wish she would just move out or fuck off or stop being such a know-it-all little shit.
What else...I love how she's on the South Beach diet so she won't even taste something that I bake if it has real sugar in it and yet she'll still go out and get McDonalds. Wow...I'm amazed. Anything else? Oh yeah, I want to have a party but first I have to check with the roomies and make sure it's okay and that they will make other plans to be out of the house because they both said that they don't want to have any more parties in this apartment because they don't want to clean it up. Well, I'm allowed to have parties if I check it before hand and if I promise that everything will be cleaned up by noon the next day. Not so bad considering that by letting them know before hand I will save myself a lot of grief because Ali won't be able to say shit about it. Whatever, so I let them both know and yadda yadda and then Ali's like "Well as long as no one goes in my room...and nothing gets broken...and people don't smoke pot except for upstairs because I have to get a hair test soon." WTF! Does she really think that by walking into a room where people smoked the night before she's going to inhale any smoke at all let alone enough where it would show up in a hair test 5 months from now? It's times like these when I just want to call her a stupid bitch and be done with the whole thing. I feel kind of bad for having such a dislike for her but she doesn't make it easy to like her. Every time I tell her something I'm planning on doing she questions everything like I'm some naive little girl who has no idea what the "real world" is like. Okay...done with the rant...I wish she would just move out or fuck off or stop being such a know-it-all little shit.