Change

Change and I obviously have had a change in agreement. We used to do OK. We got along. We got on fine. For some reason any switch in routine completely throws me for a loop. I get off of work early, I see Dom who I haven't seen in freaking ages. She's studying for the MCAT...oy! Then I continue to sit in Xroads and try my hand at this short story thing. I feel good about it. I don't know how rape came to me but I think I'll roll with it. Is it wrong that I'm writing "notes" while my Women In Developing Countries professor lectures. This is a really great class but I'm kind of over it. Anyway so yeah change ... After I failed my Spanish oral, I cried a little and talked to my mom. She always makes me feel better just because she's crazy. I can't wait for Spring Break so I can see her and relax and get off the grind for awhile. Directing class was equally depressing as we discussed the current government and this fucked up play we're reading. We got out early. I went to UM to hang out. Just as I was getting comfortable, Mike tap tap taps on the UM window. I hope he didn't see how stunned I was. I feel like my face made a shape it wasn't used to. I got up to go say hi after the initial shock subsided. He's beautiful. I'm glad we're friends in the end though. Clare thinks we should get married. That would never work. We'd kill each other. I hope he's happy. I thought things woule change once I left and came back. But we both changed and the situation's the same. We're still these polar opposites I feel. There's something he just does to me. I get all trembly like a scared little girl after I behold him ... even for a second.

Things I hate about my Flatmate

Things I hate about my Flatmate

Yes hate! Why oh why must I come home to a filthy kitchen and disgusting living room! Are you joking me? Garbage on the counters! Garbage on the dining table?! What is that about? I do not appreciate at all. I have been nothing but respectful to this girl. Doing my best to stay quiet when it's late so she can sleep but it's OK for her to vacuum the hallway when I have work at 3AM! I don't understand. And to top it all off she eats my food. My Nutella is gone. I didn't even know she was using it. I woke up this morning and wanted Nutella and toast and why was there an empty jar of Nutella in the garbage bag that was on the dining room table. Hell NO! I moved all of my non-perishable items to the bottom drawer of my dresser in my room. This is the last straw. I've tried to be nice. Telling her it's cool if she wants to use my stuff ... just ask. But to just take without permission is not an option at all. I am done. And the girl doesn't know how to communicate. I think she's scared of black people. Why I would intimidate her, I have no clue. No, I'm not quiet. But I am in no way abrasive and have been doing my damndest to cater to her needs. The other day she interrupted a phone call I was on with my mom to ask about community dinner and I politely told her that I was unsure of the dates. This blog I found randomly today knows my pain and SEVERAL stories correlate with my current living situation.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off: Because there are apparently clones of her circulating the globe and making it difficult for beautifully sane people like me to live in peace.