this is sickening...
for those who don't believe patrick and i when we say that we pretty much hate each other... prime example here.
after having to stay up all night... i call my cousin about a ride to roanoke around 1pm. no answer. seeing as how i'm ridiculously tired, i fall asleep. i didnt mean to but shit happens. the next thing that im consciously aware of is patrick wailing me in the ribs with something... i don't remember what... saying "answer the fucking phone!" i reply with "what the fuck is your problem!?" and then answer the phone. it was my cousin and i discussed times and such for getting a ride. tonight after waking up from a power nap, patrick starts bitching me out. my alarm is generally set at a time comfortable enough for me to wake up... but im an insanely heavy sleeper. and he beats the alarm by five minutes almost everytime i need to wake up. this is a good thing because being half deaf and a heavy sleeper kind of sucks for waking up on time. anyway... i commented on the other day's events.
"you almost got your ass beat the other day"-me
"by who?"
"by me... what the fuck were you thinking nailing me in the side like that man..."
"dude the phone rang like 6 times... i was in a halo match... i figured it was your cousin telling you about shit you had to do that day... i was right... im tired of playing mommy to you... so learn to get your shit together."
for sake of being tired and not feeling like an argument, i let it be. should i have felt any emotion towards the situation... i woulda said something like........ "you're playing mommy to me? sorry im a heavy sleeper and all but other than waking me up and the occasional car ride 3 or 4 times a week, if that, you're pretty useless as a 'mother'. and i need to get my shit together? who the fuck takes 1 fucking match of halo so goddamn seriously that they can't ignore a phone until the match is over to answer the fucker. last i checked this is a house phone meaning all living here are entitled rights to usage and have the responsibilities of answering the shit. and while you're so entangled in these matches of halo you could be looking for a job somewhere instead of applying at one place until the guarantee is evident or inexistant. obviously you're by no means playing mother to me when you can't get your ass out of the house and find a fucking job. your savings accounts aren't gonna pay shit for you all of your life. so please spare me the 'you're so irresponsible' bullshit and just stop waking me up. i guess eventually we'll both be set because i'll be glad to have found a way to wake up more easily and you, as traditionally you are, will be a self-centered prick like always. time to go to work now... guess im lucky to have a mommy like you, huh."
dustin i think you may have been confused about how exactly the shit works to where we hate each other... voila. yeah its a basic roommate argument... but if i didnt spend so much time at roanoke college, i'm pretty sure one of us would be dead.
in a slightly related matter... i've decided that even if i can't get a license by march (which i should be able to do) i will still be in the market for a car. my new plan should i not have a license is to allow bass guy to drive it when needed and while i can put gas in it and everything, i'll get him to take me where i need to go whenever. it's not a smart plan or anything, but patrick's bitching so fucking much about the few to no rides i get that i'd prefer to walk the shit. and i don't exactly like walking that far everyday. occasionally, yes. but not every day.
well i actually got on aim but dustin is nowhere to be found haha. so im gonna watch some tv.
after having to stay up all night... i call my cousin about a ride to roanoke around 1pm. no answer. seeing as how i'm ridiculously tired, i fall asleep. i didnt mean to but shit happens. the next thing that im consciously aware of is patrick wailing me in the ribs with something... i don't remember what... saying "answer the fucking phone!" i reply with "what the fuck is your problem!?" and then answer the phone. it was my cousin and i discussed times and such for getting a ride. tonight after waking up from a power nap, patrick starts bitching me out. my alarm is generally set at a time comfortable enough for me to wake up... but im an insanely heavy sleeper. and he beats the alarm by five minutes almost everytime i need to wake up. this is a good thing because being half deaf and a heavy sleeper kind of sucks for waking up on time. anyway... i commented on the other day's events.
"you almost got your ass beat the other day"-me
"by who?"
"by me... what the fuck were you thinking nailing me in the side like that man..."
"dude the phone rang like 6 times... i was in a halo match... i figured it was your cousin telling you about shit you had to do that day... i was right... im tired of playing mommy to you... so learn to get your shit together."
for sake of being tired and not feeling like an argument, i let it be. should i have felt any emotion towards the situation... i woulda said something like........ "you're playing mommy to me? sorry im a heavy sleeper and all but other than waking me up and the occasional car ride 3 or 4 times a week, if that, you're pretty useless as a 'mother'. and i need to get my shit together? who the fuck takes 1 fucking match of halo so goddamn seriously that they can't ignore a phone until the match is over to answer the fucker. last i checked this is a house phone meaning all living here are entitled rights to usage and have the responsibilities of answering the shit. and while you're so entangled in these matches of halo you could be looking for a job somewhere instead of applying at one place until the guarantee is evident or inexistant. obviously you're by no means playing mother to me when you can't get your ass out of the house and find a fucking job. your savings accounts aren't gonna pay shit for you all of your life. so please spare me the 'you're so irresponsible' bullshit and just stop waking me up. i guess eventually we'll both be set because i'll be glad to have found a way to wake up more easily and you, as traditionally you are, will be a self-centered prick like always. time to go to work now... guess im lucky to have a mommy like you, huh."
dustin i think you may have been confused about how exactly the shit works to where we hate each other... voila. yeah its a basic roommate argument... but if i didnt spend so much time at roanoke college, i'm pretty sure one of us would be dead.
in a slightly related matter... i've decided that even if i can't get a license by march (which i should be able to do) i will still be in the market for a car. my new plan should i not have a license is to allow bass guy to drive it when needed and while i can put gas in it and everything, i'll get him to take me where i need to go whenever. it's not a smart plan or anything, but patrick's bitching so fucking much about the few to no rides i get that i'd prefer to walk the shit. and i don't exactly like walking that far everyday. occasionally, yes. but not every day.
well i actually got on aim but dustin is nowhere to be found haha. so im gonna watch some tv.