Time to bitch about my roommate.
Well.
Forgive the lack of posts. lol, lack of posts, period. I've never really seen a need for a journal, let alone a journal that other people can see, ya know?
But, personally, I just need to rant. To let this stupid shit out. To try and let my soul come to rest.
Here goes.
Rant On
Well, to simply say it so that everyone knows, my mom mentally crashed earlier this summer. Being diagnosed as a Bipolar Manic, she then pretty much thought herself into a suicidal frame of mind. She had herself committed for several days, and while in this high security area, she realized she wasn't as bad as she thought. She is up and down, all the time, and I've had to start dealing with my shit, on my own, after always having her there for support. She believes that to take care of herself, she is cutting every apron string, to the point of not wanting to listen when I need to talk. No, I'm not bitter that she is cutting herself off from the world and making herself into an emotional cripple. Not fucking bitter at all.
But then I get to school. With a roommate by the name of James Wright the 3rd. He is 24 years old, a freshman, is ex-airforce, and has never had true freedom before. Obviously, CURF is a fieldday for him.
I met him over a week before school started on August 16th. Seemed like a good guy. I tried to give him as much info as I could concerning school, how to properly avoid those freshman girls who latch onto whoever they can, and tried to impress upon him how hurtful the CGV can truly be. He seemed to listen. But then, I find out a few days later, on wednesday or thursday morning, that he had found a freshman girl that "he clicked with". He turned his claddugh (sp?) ring around to display he was taken. When I displayed my cynicism over it, he reassured me that she was ok, blah blah blah. Yeah, right.
As you can guess, that friday (freshman camp day) rolled around. That morning was the "Chicago Experience" and the freshman would get a chance to run around in the city. He and his group of buddies went to the Harbor Mall, whatever the name of it is, and they all agreed to get each other small gifts. From what it sounds like, he went out and bought her a 20 dollar ring like his. She then bought him a 50 dollar necklace with some sort of symbol on it. (I mean, I wasn't really looking at it, and I really don't care, so what does it matter what the symbol is?) But then, when they had gone to lunch, she took the ring off, and he broke up with her, all melodramatic like. But he then went to camp.
When he gets back, he is back together with her. I still cannot help but shake my head at this silliness. The first day of class runs around. That night, he decides, after constantly asking my opinion to break up with, and be done with it. By the time he gets off the damn phone, it is past 1 in the morning. I was exhausted the next day. I had work at 7, so obviously I wasn't rested.
I also work for cougarnet, and on wednesday, I had a shift to work from 5:30 until 8 pm. I ended up working until 2 am that night, because we were running around trying to isolate and take care of the blaster virus in everyones computer.
So, we get thru the rest of the week, and friday night rolls around. Jim goes out with his freshman buddies, and they all get plastered. Drunk off their asses. Luckily for him, he didn't wake me up when he came back into the room.
Saturday starts out well, and I went to a BBQ at Ed's parents house, and got to see him and Jenna. So it was a fun day. When I get back, his friends came over at some point, and I hear about one situation where he was having a "fun time with a mexican girl before someone walked in". And then another situation where he says "I was this close to nailing her" and held his fingers and inch apart. I just shook my head, and watched him leave to go to another party with a condom in his pocket for the girl he thought he had a chance with. He came back before midnight, pretty sober, mainly cus he didn't stomach the 6 beers and threw them all back up. No sex for him, but he thinks he like another girl, blah blah blah.
(On a side note, when I say blah blah blah, those are the time when I had to lie in bed, wishing and wishing for sleep, and he keeps nattering on, even when I openly proclaim how tired I am.)
So, sunday begins well. I sleep in, and went to brunch. I had decided before then that I was going to begin actually turning off my computer to prevent anyone from trying to screw around with it. Nice little startup password.
So, I get back from brunch, and hang out with a couple of guys, rather than deal with Jim. When I get back to the room, I hear that a rumor about how Jim was trying to bang some girl was going round. Turns out he was pissed, and he was making fairly simple threats at the girls he thought started it (One of those girls was the girlfriend from the freshman O week.) I was up that night until 4 AM, hearing him stress out, and it took me most of 3 hours to convince him someone wasn't out to get him, and that his ever precious reputation would probably be ok.
This morning, I just stayed in the room, until a call came from the girl he originally dated, who informed me, that either Jim, or one of his friends were making threats to her friend, saying it was "their" campus and they had access to a key that could get them into gross. Since this was from a freshman girl, I took it with a block of salt. But maybe one of his little drunk friends went and said something, I dunno.
But, anyway, since I heard they had went to Gloria, I went also, to give credence to their words, and then to try and make sure that I could talk to Gloria on my own sometime. I ended up talking to her tonight, right after I kicked Jim out of the room with his group of freshman buddies to go watch their movie somewhere else, other than in the smallest damn room in Kohn.
Why did I kick them out? Mainly because as they were all filing in, they were cramping in here. more than 8 people in this damn room, which is smaller than the room I had the beginning of my freshman year. 2 girls were already up on Jim's bed, and this other guy just climbed up onto my plastic trashcan to get up there. He half collapsed the can, and never really said anything, other than to bitch about it. Jim smacked him, and then I glared at him (the one who stepped on the can).
Me: "That is my can, you know"
Him: A Silent Glare
Me: "It IS plastic"
Him: "Well, I have bad eyes"
I then turn to Jim, and asked/told him "Take it somewhere else" And he was perfectly fine with it, and herded them out. Gloria showed up to try and talk to Jim a few minutes after that, but she and I chatted for a few minutes, and I calmed down quite a bit. I then started writing this thing. Which actually has taken up quite a bit of time, and I feel quite a bit better.
Jim just came back in, and when I asked about that little punk bitch, he asid that the kid "refused to apologize" and was making smartass comments the entire movie long. Obviously, I must have hurt his little bit of pride, and his penis size will never be the same until he confronts me. But after I had stared him down, and I am much bigger than his skinny little ass, I doubt he will try and say anything to me ever again.
I kind of want him to try and confront me. I need a little stress relief and cracking a skull would help.
Well, that helped a bit. And of course, every little bit helps. Sorry for this being so long.
Rant Off
Forgive the lack of posts. lol, lack of posts, period. I've never really seen a need for a journal, let alone a journal that other people can see, ya know?
But, personally, I just need to rant. To let this stupid shit out. To try and let my soul come to rest.
Here goes.
Rant On
Well, to simply say it so that everyone knows, my mom mentally crashed earlier this summer. Being diagnosed as a Bipolar Manic, she then pretty much thought herself into a suicidal frame of mind. She had herself committed for several days, and while in this high security area, she realized she wasn't as bad as she thought. She is up and down, all the time, and I've had to start dealing with my shit, on my own, after always having her there for support. She believes that to take care of herself, she is cutting every apron string, to the point of not wanting to listen when I need to talk. No, I'm not bitter that she is cutting herself off from the world and making herself into an emotional cripple. Not fucking bitter at all.
But then I get to school. With a roommate by the name of James Wright the 3rd. He is 24 years old, a freshman, is ex-airforce, and has never had true freedom before. Obviously, CURF is a fieldday for him.
I met him over a week before school started on August 16th. Seemed like a good guy. I tried to give him as much info as I could concerning school, how to properly avoid those freshman girls who latch onto whoever they can, and tried to impress upon him how hurtful the CGV can truly be. He seemed to listen. But then, I find out a few days later, on wednesday or thursday morning, that he had found a freshman girl that "he clicked with". He turned his claddugh (sp?) ring around to display he was taken. When I displayed my cynicism over it, he reassured me that she was ok, blah blah blah. Yeah, right.
As you can guess, that friday (freshman camp day) rolled around. That morning was the "Chicago Experience" and the freshman would get a chance to run around in the city. He and his group of buddies went to the Harbor Mall, whatever the name of it is, and they all agreed to get each other small gifts. From what it sounds like, he went out and bought her a 20 dollar ring like his. She then bought him a 50 dollar necklace with some sort of symbol on it. (I mean, I wasn't really looking at it, and I really don't care, so what does it matter what the symbol is?) But then, when they had gone to lunch, she took the ring off, and he broke up with her, all melodramatic like. But he then went to camp.
When he gets back, he is back together with her. I still cannot help but shake my head at this silliness. The first day of class runs around. That night, he decides, after constantly asking my opinion to break up with, and be done with it. By the time he gets off the damn phone, it is past 1 in the morning. I was exhausted the next day. I had work at 7, so obviously I wasn't rested.
I also work for cougarnet, and on wednesday, I had a shift to work from 5:30 until 8 pm. I ended up working until 2 am that night, because we were running around trying to isolate and take care of the blaster virus in everyones computer.
So, we get thru the rest of the week, and friday night rolls around. Jim goes out with his freshman buddies, and they all get plastered. Drunk off their asses. Luckily for him, he didn't wake me up when he came back into the room.
Saturday starts out well, and I went to a BBQ at Ed's parents house, and got to see him and Jenna. So it was a fun day. When I get back, his friends came over at some point, and I hear about one situation where he was having a "fun time with a mexican girl before someone walked in". And then another situation where he says "I was this close to nailing her" and held his fingers and inch apart. I just shook my head, and watched him leave to go to another party with a condom in his pocket for the girl he thought he had a chance with. He came back before midnight, pretty sober, mainly cus he didn't stomach the 6 beers and threw them all back up. No sex for him, but he thinks he like another girl, blah blah blah.
(On a side note, when I say blah blah blah, those are the time when I had to lie in bed, wishing and wishing for sleep, and he keeps nattering on, even when I openly proclaim how tired I am.)
So, sunday begins well. I sleep in, and went to brunch. I had decided before then that I was going to begin actually turning off my computer to prevent anyone from trying to screw around with it. Nice little startup password.
So, I get back from brunch, and hang out with a couple of guys, rather than deal with Jim. When I get back to the room, I hear that a rumor about how Jim was trying to bang some girl was going round. Turns out he was pissed, and he was making fairly simple threats at the girls he thought started it (One of those girls was the girlfriend from the freshman O week.) I was up that night until 4 AM, hearing him stress out, and it took me most of 3 hours to convince him someone wasn't out to get him, and that his ever precious reputation would probably be ok.
This morning, I just stayed in the room, until a call came from the girl he originally dated, who informed me, that either Jim, or one of his friends were making threats to her friend, saying it was "their" campus and they had access to a key that could get them into gross. Since this was from a freshman girl, I took it with a block of salt. But maybe one of his little drunk friends went and said something, I dunno.
But, anyway, since I heard they had went to Gloria, I went also, to give credence to their words, and then to try and make sure that I could talk to Gloria on my own sometime. I ended up talking to her tonight, right after I kicked Jim out of the room with his group of freshman buddies to go watch their movie somewhere else, other than in the smallest damn room in Kohn.
Why did I kick them out? Mainly because as they were all filing in, they were cramping in here. more than 8 people in this damn room, which is smaller than the room I had the beginning of my freshman year. 2 girls were already up on Jim's bed, and this other guy just climbed up onto my plastic trashcan to get up there. He half collapsed the can, and never really said anything, other than to bitch about it. Jim smacked him, and then I glared at him (the one who stepped on the can).
Me: "That is my can, you know"
Him: A Silent Glare
Me: "It IS plastic"
Him: "Well, I have bad eyes"
I then turn to Jim, and asked/told him "Take it somewhere else" And he was perfectly fine with it, and herded them out. Gloria showed up to try and talk to Jim a few minutes after that, but she and I chatted for a few minutes, and I calmed down quite a bit. I then started writing this thing. Which actually has taken up quite a bit of time, and I feel quite a bit better.
Jim just came back in, and when I asked about that little punk bitch, he asid that the kid "refused to apologize" and was making smartass comments the entire movie long. Obviously, I must have hurt his little bit of pride, and his penis size will never be the same until he confronts me. But after I had stared him down, and I am much bigger than his skinny little ass, I doubt he will try and say anything to me ever again.
I kind of want him to try and confront me. I need a little stress relief and cracking a skull would help.
Well, that helped a bit. And of course, every little bit helps. Sorry for this being so long.
Rant Off