Nov 30, 2010 07:37
My roommate just texted me asking where the key to the car is. It's in my pocket because after a month of asking me if she could use the car, she's back to just taking it whenever she wants. So I took it with me after I grabbed my umbrella out of it before heading to Starbucks this morning. Slightly passive aggressive and vindictive? Maybe. But totally my call seeing as it's MY car. And besides that I know she pulled an all nighter last night trying to get a paper done. No one is getting behind the wheel of my car after not sleeping. Especially in the torrential downpour that's going on right now. I don't drive my car when I haven't slept the night before so there is no fucking way that I'm letting anyone else do it. What is hard to understand about the fact that the car is not actually insured in this province? If I get into any kind of accident in it, even if it's not my fault I'm fucked. Which is why I have said repeatedly that I don't want it used very often unless it absolutely necessary. Jesus Fucking Christ. We've been through this before. I shouldn't have to tell her multiple times.
And that's the thing. She didn't sleep last night because she was finishing a paper. She had time to get up and get ready for school with enough time to catch a bus. Yes, she probably would have had to go to school without doing her full morning routine (20 minute shower, hair dried and styled, makeup on). THE HORROR!!!!! Then again this is a girl who has to be clean to sit on her ass in front of the TV all day on Sundays to watch football. I don't understand the way her mind works. And I don't really want to because it's fucking ridiculous.
Thirdly, she went out for breakfast yesterday before she had class (taking the car I might add which is what sparked my passive aggressive gene) after spending the weekend bitching about how much schoolwork she had due this week and how little time she had before her paper was due on Tuesday. Ok, so why the fuck did you go spend the morning with a friend?? If you are so hellishly busy, shouldn't you have spent the morning (since you were up anyway) doing your fucking paper?? I haven't seen my family or TALKED to any of my friends, let alone hang out with them in three weeks (plus I've also pretty much given up on sleep and eating). That's how you deal with papers and the end of semester.
So glad that I get to leave soon. And fuck, the summer can't come quickly enough. Because then she's gone and me and Brit can live together without all of the bullshit stress.
don't have time to deal with this bullsh,
wtf