New Irony
Last night my roommate came home with a friend at about 3 a.m. and they talked and laughed and played very loud music for a couple of hours.
Tonight I was watching TV and my roommate texts me: "I was too lazy to get up, because I'm in a comfortable position. Could you turn the volume down?"
This is just how life is. When she's being loud I don't say anything, because if it's the weekend, it's OK and I don't want to ruin her fun, and besides I'm moving out soon. But when I'm noisy (still considerably less noisy than she was being, might I add), she has the nerve to ask me to be quieter.
As I mentioned, I'm moving out! I'm finally going to live alone! No roommates. No strange (half-naked) people in the kitchen whenever I least expect it. No worrying that someone's gonna "borrow" and/or damage my stuff. No cleaning of other peoples' dirt, just my own. Actually the last one is not entirely true, because I decided to finally get a cat! Because now I can! And I realize that the cat's probably gonna damage my stuff, but I don't care, because s/he's gonna be family and cute and I don't even care about my stuff, I just don't want stupid people touching it.
Lately I've noticed that my oldest blog entries have disappeared. And tonight I couldn't write this entry with the new version or with the rich text mode of the old version. I'm thinking I should start an art blog, where I would post pictures of the stuff that I make, just for fun. Like deviantART, but a blog. And there I could ramble on about anything I want. And I wouldn't have to care about favorites or comments or downloads, because I don't care about that stuff here. Sad thing is I have the worst problem with procrastination, so there's a ton of stuff I have to get done for school until I'm gonna have any real free time.
Tonight I was watching TV and my roommate texts me: "I was too lazy to get up, because I'm in a comfortable position. Could you turn the volume down?"
This is just how life is. When she's being loud I don't say anything, because if it's the weekend, it's OK and I don't want to ruin her fun, and besides I'm moving out soon. But when I'm noisy (still considerably less noisy than she was being, might I add), she has the nerve to ask me to be quieter.
As I mentioned, I'm moving out! I'm finally going to live alone! No roommates. No strange (half-naked) people in the kitchen whenever I least expect it. No worrying that someone's gonna "borrow" and/or damage my stuff. No cleaning of other peoples' dirt, just my own. Actually the last one is not entirely true, because I decided to finally get a cat! Because now I can! And I realize that the cat's probably gonna damage my stuff, but I don't care, because s/he's gonna be family and cute and I don't even care about my stuff, I just don't want stupid people touching it.
Lately I've noticed that my oldest blog entries have disappeared. And tonight I couldn't write this entry with the new version or with the rich text mode of the old version. I'm thinking I should start an art blog, where I would post pictures of the stuff that I make, just for fun. Like deviantART, but a blog. And there I could ramble on about anything I want. And I wouldn't have to care about favorites or comments or downloads, because I don't care about that stuff here. Sad thing is I have the worst problem with procrastination, so there's a ton of stuff I have to get done for school until I'm gonna have any real free time.