I'm still alive
I guess it's been a while since the last entry. Anyhow, I got midterms done while suffering minimal permanent harm. A- on the philosophy paper (kick ass!) and will find out about the criminology essays tomorrow. Assuming the prof bothered to grade them and/or show up :P I did FATS (FireArms Training Simulator) friday, which involved talking to people on a screen and telling them to drop weapons and usually trying to shoot them. I killed one, my partner killed another, and we exchanged gunfire with two more until everyone was out of bullets. By the time that was done, I was a couple minutes late to Philosophy (didn't get a scowl from the professor, since I'm always early, *phew*) and did a presentation on Foucault and Authors. It went pretty well, since the topic was straighforward and the essay was written in an easily comprehensible manner. One of the smart boys told me after class that he thought we did a really good job :) It was great to hear that, since I dread public speaking unless it's a topic I'm passionate about.
The weekend was pretty quiet. I cooked a lot of low-carb receipes that all tasted fantastic :) Great book, 'The Low-Carb Gourmet,' written by a woman from Vancouver BC (so sorta local). Allie babysat her niece saturday night, which went pretty well. She cooked alfredo shrimp with a reallllly good pasta, and offered me all I could eat :P After tasting one noodle, I couldn't resist and had half a bowl full. Mmmmm. Bad of me to break the diet though. *spanks herself* Speaking of diet, I've lost about 4 pounds in the past week. Woohoo! Bye bye christmas weight! Also got some coding done on discworld, and did a bit of tuning up on my bike. WHich now has a slightly bent tire I need to get fixed/replaced :P
Then Stephanie came back, and promptly entered (or was already in) irrational bitch mode. God's sake, engage in some self-reflection when you're feeling like that and try to be reasonable. She left my dish rack full of dishes over the weekend, and I got tired of trying to wedge mine into it and/or stack stuff precariously on top, so I carefully and neatly stacked them on the kitchen table. So she put a note on the board saying "Don't touch my shit." Went to talk to her, explained I needed the space so I could dry my dishes, as hers were nearly filling up the rack. "Well I don't touch your dishes when you're gone" to which I replied that I put my dishes away before I went home. "Well, either put them away or don't touch them." I left at that point. You can't reason with someone that doesn't want to be rational and is instantly defensive about any implied or self-perceived fault. I give up :P She won't apologize of course ... She's said somewhere that she does when she's wrong ... but she either doesn't believe she's ever wrong or doesn't think I deserve it somehow. Never did get an apology when she accused me of lying about taking out the trash. Just a rather lame excuse to attempt to justify making an accusation like that on the board instead of communicating and/or paying attention to thinks.
Blah. I think what she hates most about me is that it doesn't get to me. She gets pissed off, does something infantile, and I deal with maturely and get on with my life. She seems unhappy most of the time when she isn't trying to pretend that life is perfect. I called my mom, told her about the dish rack incident, and she strongly encouraged me to move. I'm inclined to agree. Stephanie keeps getting worse, and doesn't seem to be maturing (ie learning to control herself) at all. Mom fears she'll flip out some day. I don't know about that, but I do want to get away from her. Tired of the tension and negativity she directs toward me when I'm not hiding in my room. Mom also suggested Steph's drinking might be the problem - apparently hangovers can screw people up fairly good, in addition to the being intoxicated bit. So I guess I'll call housing tomorrow and see if they have a studio or one bedroom apartment. I don't want to do dorms. If they don't, I'll find an apartment elsewhere. Mom offered to help with money, but I don't think I'll need it. I've still got over $1K left and only one month til I get $3K more. So in two weeks, I'll hopefully be outta here :P
The weekend was pretty quiet. I cooked a lot of low-carb receipes that all tasted fantastic :) Great book, 'The Low-Carb Gourmet,' written by a woman from Vancouver BC (so sorta local). Allie babysat her niece saturday night, which went pretty well. She cooked alfredo shrimp with a reallllly good pasta, and offered me all I could eat :P After tasting one noodle, I couldn't resist and had half a bowl full. Mmmmm. Bad of me to break the diet though. *spanks herself* Speaking of diet, I've lost about 4 pounds in the past week. Woohoo! Bye bye christmas weight! Also got some coding done on discworld, and did a bit of tuning up on my bike. WHich now has a slightly bent tire I need to get fixed/replaced :P
Then Stephanie came back, and promptly entered (or was already in) irrational bitch mode. God's sake, engage in some self-reflection when you're feeling like that and try to be reasonable. She left my dish rack full of dishes over the weekend, and I got tired of trying to wedge mine into it and/or stack stuff precariously on top, so I carefully and neatly stacked them on the kitchen table. So she put a note on the board saying "Don't touch my shit." Went to talk to her, explained I needed the space so I could dry my dishes, as hers were nearly filling up the rack. "Well I don't touch your dishes when you're gone" to which I replied that I put my dishes away before I went home. "Well, either put them away or don't touch them." I left at that point. You can't reason with someone that doesn't want to be rational and is instantly defensive about any implied or self-perceived fault. I give up :P She won't apologize of course ... She's said somewhere that she does when she's wrong ... but she either doesn't believe she's ever wrong or doesn't think I deserve it somehow. Never did get an apology when she accused me of lying about taking out the trash. Just a rather lame excuse to attempt to justify making an accusation like that on the board instead of communicating and/or paying attention to thinks.
Blah. I think what she hates most about me is that it doesn't get to me. She gets pissed off, does something infantile, and I deal with maturely and get on with my life. She seems unhappy most of the time when she isn't trying to pretend that life is perfect. I called my mom, told her about the dish rack incident, and she strongly encouraged me to move. I'm inclined to agree. Stephanie keeps getting worse, and doesn't seem to be maturing (ie learning to control herself) at all. Mom fears she'll flip out some day. I don't know about that, but I do want to get away from her. Tired of the tension and negativity she directs toward me when I'm not hiding in my room. Mom also suggested Steph's drinking might be the problem - apparently hangovers can screw people up fairly good, in addition to the being intoxicated bit. So I guess I'll call housing tomorrow and see if they have a studio or one bedroom apartment. I don't want to do dorms. If they don't, I'll find an apartment elsewhere. Mom offered to help with money, but I don't think I'll need it. I've still got over $1K left and only one month til I get $3K more. So in two weeks, I'll hopefully be outta here :P