... don't forget the violence ...
argh, i'm thirsty. i should go make some raro. but, as usual, there's some bum sleeping in our lounge (which is attached to our kitchen). well, he's not really a bum. he's my flatmate's friend's cousin. but still. god, he's irritating. he has an opinion on anything, whether it deserves to be commented on or not, so he's always saying something about nothing. probably why he gets on well with flatmate james.
ugh. i just went to make some juice, forgetting how scary our kitchen is at night when all the roaches think they're alone and can take over the kitchen. it's like a scene out of "joe's apartment". except our roaches don't perform musical dance numbers, which is a pity. we're *finally* getting them exterminated on monday, which is a good thing, and a bad thing. a good thing, because it means that the roaches will probably be gone for a couple of months. a bad thing because i'm uber-paranoid about roaches crawling into weird places to die. like my bed, or my shoes. we're getting our rooms sprayed as well, which worries me to no end. i hate getting "stuff" on my stuff. stuff like spray stuff. when we had fleas in the apartment, i refused to flea-bomb our room, 'cause i didn't want flea-bomb stuff all over my clothes and bed sheets and cds. so we're gonna have to pack all our stuff that we don't want contaminated away somewhere, and god knows there's no room in our flat for *anything* as it is. and we have to move all the furniture away from the walls, and so on. god, it's gonna be a mission. i just want to move out already.
it would also be nice to move out already. i can't understand why in nearly two years of living here, i've only really liked maybe two or three of my flatmates. one of the ones i like, suzy, is still living here, but she's one of those people who takes everything really personally, so thinks whenever i'm using sarcasm or whatever that i'm attacking her. she's pretty high maintenance. the other two i liked, mikhal and adrian, both moved out because they couldn't stand the mess and they couldn't stand james. hell, *i* can't stand james. he and suzy broke up nearly two weeks ago, but he's still sleeping in her room. he's supposed to be moving out, but has made no huge effort to do so. which is really awkward for suzy, and annoying as hell for the rest of us, 'cause he still acts like he owns the place (ie, pays rent when he feels like it, instead of on rent day, and doesn't lift a fucking finger to help around the house). i'm really not sure why he's been here this long. i think we're just too nice. i wanted to kick him out ages ago, but let him stay for suzy's sake. and now he's supposedly moving out, so there's not much i can do anyway. i think i'll give him his two weeks notice tomorrow, just to hurry things a little bit.
as a flat, we are too nice to the people that spoil the harmony of the flat. our new flatmate, warwick, for example, is a complete freak. actually, the words most used to describe him are "psycho" and "unstable". two days after he moved in a couple of weeks ago, he broke one of the bannisters in the stairway, and threw some stuff out into the hallway belonging to one of suzy's friends because he "didn't want it in his face anymore". might i remind you that this was *two days* after he moved in. off to a great start, we gave him the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe he was just having a bad day. but he often has his little moments. suzy and i went for a walk with him one day, and on our way home, he just suddenly decided he hated everybody in the world, wished everybody would stop looking at him, contemplated murder, and then wouldn't speak to suzy or i for the rest of the walk. and he wasn't on any form on drug. and then yesterday evening, while dylan and i were snoozing, he couldn't find his cigarettes out in the lounge, so started throwing things around the room, and then just stormed out of the house. when he got back, suzy said, "you can't just lose it every time somthing doesn't go your way and throw our shit around" or something like that, and he just told her to fuck off, and went into his room. suzy knocked on his door later to aplogise for yelling at him and to ask if he was okay, but he said he didn't care, and was fine. but didn't apologise to her or lara, our newest flatmate, who witnessed the thing. lara said if this was any other flat, he'd be kicked out instantly. but i get the feeling that we're going to take a while to do anything about it, 'cause that's the sort of people we are. i think suzy expects me to talk to him about it, which i'll probably try to do tomorrow, but i'm not even sure how to go about it. having an actual conversation with him can be difficult at the best of times, so i'm not really sure how to bring the whole thing up. "hey, you know how you've been going crazy lately? yeah, it bothers us. you have to move out". i mean, can we ask him to move out, or should we try to help him?
this whole situation is especially amusing since suzy and warwick have been getting awfully cosy in the past week. now suzy's changed her mind about any sort of relationship with him, which is a shame, 'cause he's actually a pretty good guy most of the time (even if he does mumble and you can't understand him half the time).
got a visit from my ex mark yesterday. he came over after work, since he works just down the street from us, and has done for a few months, but has never taken the time to actually visit. and he's gonna get us pot tomorrow. woo! i missed virtually all of "big brother" while he was here, but i guess that's okay, 'cause this series hasn't been that enjoyable. the producers have tried turning it into a game show. i mean, fuck, if i wanted a game show, i'd watch "survivor" (which i do). if i want to watch people interact, i want to watch "big brother". or i suppose i could just get some friends.
that kinda reminds me of something aubs said a while ago. we were talking about the size of the hard drives on our respective computers, and i mentioned that a good quarter of my hard drive is taken up with "sims" stuff, and aubs cried "it's a fake world!" i'm still not sure what she was implying. it makes me think of the time that my ex-flatmate ash, the most heinous bitch ever, made fun of the fact that i never leave my room or have any friends or socialise or go outside, and spend all my time playing video games and smoking pot and watching tv. considering she's thinks she the smartest person alive, i'm surprised she never considered the concept of "social phobia".
speaking of which, i need new video games. p2p sucks. no one ever has anything i want. and before you all tell me to go out and actually *buy* some games, just consider for a moment that i live in new zealand, and fuck-all is released here. i'm desperate to play "tropico", but, naturally, i'd have to buy it online. which i can't do, 'cause my credit card's, like, $100 or more over its limit. damn. i really should pay some of that at some point.
god, life sucks. :P
ugh. i just went to make some juice, forgetting how scary our kitchen is at night when all the roaches think they're alone and can take over the kitchen. it's like a scene out of "joe's apartment". except our roaches don't perform musical dance numbers, which is a pity. we're *finally* getting them exterminated on monday, which is a good thing, and a bad thing. a good thing, because it means that the roaches will probably be gone for a couple of months. a bad thing because i'm uber-paranoid about roaches crawling into weird places to die. like my bed, or my shoes. we're getting our rooms sprayed as well, which worries me to no end. i hate getting "stuff" on my stuff. stuff like spray stuff. when we had fleas in the apartment, i refused to flea-bomb our room, 'cause i didn't want flea-bomb stuff all over my clothes and bed sheets and cds. so we're gonna have to pack all our stuff that we don't want contaminated away somewhere, and god knows there's no room in our flat for *anything* as it is. and we have to move all the furniture away from the walls, and so on. god, it's gonna be a mission. i just want to move out already.
it would also be nice to move out already. i can't understand why in nearly two years of living here, i've only really liked maybe two or three of my flatmates. one of the ones i like, suzy, is still living here, but she's one of those people who takes everything really personally, so thinks whenever i'm using sarcasm or whatever that i'm attacking her. she's pretty high maintenance. the other two i liked, mikhal and adrian, both moved out because they couldn't stand the mess and they couldn't stand james. hell, *i* can't stand james. he and suzy broke up nearly two weeks ago, but he's still sleeping in her room. he's supposed to be moving out, but has made no huge effort to do so. which is really awkward for suzy, and annoying as hell for the rest of us, 'cause he still acts like he owns the place (ie, pays rent when he feels like it, instead of on rent day, and doesn't lift a fucking finger to help around the house). i'm really not sure why he's been here this long. i think we're just too nice. i wanted to kick him out ages ago, but let him stay for suzy's sake. and now he's supposedly moving out, so there's not much i can do anyway. i think i'll give him his two weeks notice tomorrow, just to hurry things a little bit.
as a flat, we are too nice to the people that spoil the harmony of the flat. our new flatmate, warwick, for example, is a complete freak. actually, the words most used to describe him are "psycho" and "unstable". two days after he moved in a couple of weeks ago, he broke one of the bannisters in the stairway, and threw some stuff out into the hallway belonging to one of suzy's friends because he "didn't want it in his face anymore". might i remind you that this was *two days* after he moved in. off to a great start, we gave him the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe he was just having a bad day. but he often has his little moments. suzy and i went for a walk with him one day, and on our way home, he just suddenly decided he hated everybody in the world, wished everybody would stop looking at him, contemplated murder, and then wouldn't speak to suzy or i for the rest of the walk. and he wasn't on any form on drug. and then yesterday evening, while dylan and i were snoozing, he couldn't find his cigarettes out in the lounge, so started throwing things around the room, and then just stormed out of the house. when he got back, suzy said, "you can't just lose it every time somthing doesn't go your way and throw our shit around" or something like that, and he just told her to fuck off, and went into his room. suzy knocked on his door later to aplogise for yelling at him and to ask if he was okay, but he said he didn't care, and was fine. but didn't apologise to her or lara, our newest flatmate, who witnessed the thing. lara said if this was any other flat, he'd be kicked out instantly. but i get the feeling that we're going to take a while to do anything about it, 'cause that's the sort of people we are. i think suzy expects me to talk to him about it, which i'll probably try to do tomorrow, but i'm not even sure how to go about it. having an actual conversation with him can be difficult at the best of times, so i'm not really sure how to bring the whole thing up. "hey, you know how you've been going crazy lately? yeah, it bothers us. you have to move out". i mean, can we ask him to move out, or should we try to help him?
this whole situation is especially amusing since suzy and warwick have been getting awfully cosy in the past week. now suzy's changed her mind about any sort of relationship with him, which is a shame, 'cause he's actually a pretty good guy most of the time (even if he does mumble and you can't understand him half the time).
got a visit from my ex mark yesterday. he came over after work, since he works just down the street from us, and has done for a few months, but has never taken the time to actually visit. and he's gonna get us pot tomorrow. woo! i missed virtually all of "big brother" while he was here, but i guess that's okay, 'cause this series hasn't been that enjoyable. the producers have tried turning it into a game show. i mean, fuck, if i wanted a game show, i'd watch "survivor" (which i do). if i want to watch people interact, i want to watch "big brother". or i suppose i could just get some friends.
that kinda reminds me of something aubs said a while ago. we were talking about the size of the hard drives on our respective computers, and i mentioned that a good quarter of my hard drive is taken up with "sims" stuff, and aubs cried "it's a fake world!" i'm still not sure what she was implying. it makes me think of the time that my ex-flatmate ash, the most heinous bitch ever, made fun of the fact that i never leave my room or have any friends or socialise or go outside, and spend all my time playing video games and smoking pot and watching tv. considering she's thinks she the smartest person alive, i'm surprised she never considered the concept of "social phobia".
speaking of which, i need new video games. p2p sucks. no one ever has anything i want. and before you all tell me to go out and actually *buy* some games, just consider for a moment that i live in new zealand, and fuck-all is released here. i'm desperate to play "tropico", but, naturally, i'd have to buy it online. which i can't do, 'cause my credit card's, like, $100 or more over its limit. damn. i really should pay some of that at some point.
god, life sucks. :P