|My Roommate is a Bitch.
||[Feb. 19th, 2009|08:17 am]
i hate my roommate. well, perhaps i shouldn't put it like that. i hate living with my roommate. that's better. what the fuck did she do today? well, let's put this into perspective: i am living on barely sleep. between all my classwork and rehearsals, i barely have time just to myself. on a day like today, which at st. bens is an odd day, i only have my odd classes. on even days i have to be up at 6:30. days like today, i can get up at 8:30. my roommate doesn't have a class until 11:20 on either day. so she can sleep as much as she fucking likes. so, now that the scene is set, today her alarm goes off at 7:30. and goes off ten minutes later. and ten minutes later. and ten minutes later. guess who doesn't get up? my roommate. guess who's up earlier than she needs to be: me. FUCKING.WHORE. i went to bed at 2:30 in the morning, after working on a newspaper that i guess wasn't even due until monday. stupid of me, i know, but if it wasn't that, it would be me up doing other homework. no, the day when i get to sleep a couple extra hours, there she goes fucking it up for me. but guess what? she's not considerate in the least. she bitches. 'oh, i'm so tired. oh, i don't want to go to class. oh, pity me'. i just want to punch her upside her fucking head. i'm sick of her and her manipulative/controlling/nosy nature. and yes, she is all three of those things, and has openly admitted to it. she wants things her way, and if you do or say anything contrary, then you're wrong. i can't fucking stand it. and this isn't the first time it happened, but she isn't considerate of anyone but herself. i'm just so pissed. ready to kill kinda thing. god. and then when i blow up eventually with anger, it's going to be all my fault. i know i'm not the perfect roommate, but she's far from perfect either. I'M JUST SO FUCKING PISSED. AND I CAN'T SHOUT BECAUSE SHE'S SLEEPING, AND I WOULD STILL LOOK LIKE THE BITCH. i'm half tempted to leave a mean stickie note. she fucking deserves it. |
another thing that bothered me: last night, we were talking about the show that opened at the black box here at school. she was asking me about it, and then said something about 'i'm not sure i am going to go. since you went without me...' um, hello bitch. i had to throw this fucking reception for the cast of this show. i told you it was coming up. you KNEW that i was getting out of rehearsal to see it. so suck it, bitch.
i'm superly pissed right now. i can't really calm down.