Mar 27, 2008 21:33
So alas, the internets lied to me about the price of the apartment, which was a leeeetle bit out of my price range. By about three hundred dollars. *sigh* Once more into the breach, I guess.
I can hear my non-stoner roommate talking to my stoner roommate in aggravated tones. Probably about his smoking and slobbishness. He doesn't seem terribly receptive. I can't hear words, just tones, so I don't know for sure. I'm just keeping my head down. I hate this- I got so pissed at my last roommate because he never told me about stuff that bothered him and now here I am, doing the same thing. I just don't have the energy to deal with him right now. Part of it is that I know it'll be wasted energy - he has no intention of doing anything but exactly what he feels like doing. Still, part of me says I should talk to him because it's The Right Thing To Do. Just so I can say "Well, I tried!" It's a small part, though.
In other news, I just found a toenail clipping on my bed that isn't mine.
I have got to get out of here.
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