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Again. I'm resorting to my livejournal as a way of ranting my supressed rage. Oh me. Oh my. I just don't get it. Maybe it's genetic my mom did have a tendancy to do a lot of cleaning and then blame other people for her misery. I've just scrubbed my dryer free of all of the caked on goopy spilt detergent residue. It does look fabulous now, but really, why me? Although i am guilty of an equally nasty stunt in which i scrubbed out the words "dirt" in the grime that was covering our bathtub. Although that was pretty glorious, i guess the girl that i live with didn't find it as funny as she was scrubbing that one away. Whatever, i do my part and my point is that not enough of the guys around here will clean. I find that incredibly upsetting as i'm living with one of those guys who claims that he is "not of the status quo" yet he almost always has to be urged to clean his dishes. I lived with a self proclaimed libertarian capitalist from new hampshire last year and i have to say, he was probably one of the best room mates i've ever had. However, this year has been a lot worse. I can quite positively say that this year has been the hardest year for me to live with people. I took the big leap of faith letting Fernando pick a house out, worthy of our residency. And location-wise it has been just dandy - i guess. After 7 months of living here, i'm still not comfortable enough to stand outside for 10-15 plus minutes to wait for a bus. And the bus that passes by our house stops running at 12.45 - that's right. Last year it was always a stretch to catch the subway before it closed at 1.30. Now i have to leave the bar at 12. Not like i even go to bars...why bother. I'll always remember how freaked out i was when my parents moved me in on that august afternoon. The house looked and felt like no one was living there, but shockingly enough 3 people had already moved in 3 days in advance! I firmly believe that first impressions stay with people for a long time. They most certainly stay fresh in my mind - 7 months after. As shell shocked as i was about moving in, i was even more appaled to learn that no one had taken the initiative of setting up a phone, cable or internet account. That was pretty difficult, getting to sleep, knowing that i had no telephone. Teresa and Mike are twins. They've just spent the past couple of years out of highschool working and living in their farm house in Holland Landing. They're the kind of people who leave the door unlocked at night and think that lan-lines are "old fashioned". I have never been one for cell phone use. I feel that they're only usefull if you have a lot of people trying to get a hold of you all the time. Someone more popular, more involved or better looking than myself. However, in my dismay, i was forced to go out and buy a 200 dollar cell phone with a rediculous 35$ a month phone plan. Big fucking mistake. But hey, how else was i going to secure an internet connection with a cable company. I refer to Mike and Teresa as babies. I don't know what was going through their mind, but not having set up phone account after having moved in is just plain stupid and shows a complete lack of initiative. And honestly, i just can't get over it. Mike seems like the kind of guy that i wouldn't mind living with. He spends most of his time in his room and comes out breifly to either make a bowl of cereal or a grilled cheese sandwich - no problems. Whereas Teresa is another story. I've always admitted to prefering living with guys over girls. Maybe it's that i'm too crtical of girls and i think that they should probably act more like me. Or maybe it's just how annoying girls can get. And i'm not very girly. She's in a long term relationship with the meatiest guy i've ever met. Just the sound of his voice reminds me of that stereotypical tough italian guy "hey...whaddaya lookin' at." I'm not one for long distance relationships and especially girls who dedicate their lives to a guy that isn't that great. Maybe it's just that i'm so sick of them constantly being home. Last year i lived with a bunch of people who would come and go, really it was just me and jenny who were the real home-bodies. But these people just don't leave the house! I'm not sure where this guy works anymore, but when i first met him he introduced himself and then proceeded to explain that he's working for a paving company that's doing work on keele, so he'll probably be around for a while. At first i thought that was complete assumptious of him, to just boldly assume that he was invited every single night of the week and that his loving girlfriend would want to see him so often. He's since been laid off from that job and is now working as a brick layer...i don't know where, but he's still around. I'm waiting for the day that i see a ring on that finger, coz god their prepared for it. Maybe i'm just jealous because i've very rarely had a guy who could afford to come see me every night, let alone spend the night. I'm always stuck in those agonizing long distance relationships, but I think i've come to prefer things like that. There's alway so much more excitement, and romance involved. Distance does make the heart grow fonder.