Roommates @ MindSay

I was sleeping last night, when I heard a knocking on my bedroom door just after 2am.  I sat up and said, "come in", which MIGHT be foolish 'cause I couldn't see who it was, but I justified it by saying, "the killer never knocks; roommates do".  I figured it was Aaron telling me our toilet was re-broken, but even that was a little sketch because he's literate and could leave a note on it to say 'hey, don't use me, I SUCK'.

It was Ann, the woman who lives in one of the rooms upstairs.  Ann and I have been the 2 complaining most about being cold; the boys have mentioned it infrequently, but Carman especially seems the most apathetic to our plight.  To be fair, I'm ALWAYS cold, so even I don't hold my complaints of being chilly with a lot of merit, because I say it when it's 89 degrees out and I'm running around.

So Ann comes in, and I turn on the light to make sure she's okay, like not sick and needing me to drive her to the hospital or anything.  No, no:  she's coming in because she's complaining about the heat situation.  She's up in her room 'curled up in a little ball' and it's too cold, she's really upset, etc.  And I'M really upset it says '68' on the wall thing but it's probably only 50 because it's clearly not working, but it's also... 2am.  She admitted she knew it wasn't my fault, and she knows I'm not mechanical and don't know how to fix it myself, and she 'doesn't want to fly off the roof' (which I guess is her version of 'get really pissed and overreact'), but it still seemed weird to come into my room at 2am to tell me this.

Meanwhile, I just bought a blanket/comforter that is still in its bag (wanted to save it for extra layer in winter months), so I get out of bed and get it out for her, thinking she could use an extra blanket to help her sleep for tonight when I can't fix it.  "Oh, no, I'm okay under the covers, it's just... I need to be able to spend time in my room".  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

Am I wrong for thinking that this exchange, while not the worst thing in my life (She left at about 2:10 and I was back asleep by 2:40), was incredibly weird?  And maybe...not the way to handle it?  I think it's great that Ann, who is pretty shy/reserved, feels close enough to me to come to me with her problems, but at the same time... tomorrow night when I'm home from teaching is a great time.  Hell, get up an hour early this morning when I'm already up.  But this...just seemed excessive.

My emotions have been flopping around worse than a fresh catch as of late. I thought I was the stable one in my group of acquantinces, but it seems they're oblivious to the suffering they put others through, and I, as a silent observer, simply attempt to remain calm. I believe it will get better, tho, in about 9 days, when school starts again and I'm on the road to a more stable environment, never looking back at the poisonous parasites of past experiences.

So, the house has been re-listed. I WILL get that guy at National City fired. If it weren't for him, we would have the house by now. So, here we are, still living with the 2 people who hate each other and their 2 year old who can't talk yet, and the creepy gross guy who lives in the attic and has loud horrible band practice periodically. yay. They have food stamps and Wic, and tell us not to worry about food, they will buy it, and sometimes cook it for us. Yea, when they come back from "grocery shopping", they have chips, milk, ice cream, sometimes they will buy meet, refried beans, and popsicles. ?! >:0 Are you kidding me?! Thats like, the other day, the poor kid had kix and cheetos all day until his father came home with pizza. We are trying to figure out how the father can get custody of the kid. She is an unfit mother. I take that back, she is an unfit human being. She has some kind of bipolar disorder, not diagnosed. We came home today, we spent last night at his parents, this being the first day in months that we weren't home and she immediately goes, "If your alarm clock goes off again when you aren't here, it's going out the window." WTF? What a friggin' bitch! First of all, it wasn't set until 7:30, they are all up by then, second of all, it will shut itself off after a few min. So, I can't remember if I told you guys about this, but she has us sleeping on a bunk bed, that isn't safe, so Steve took the top mattress off and is on the floor. We don't have a closet, or dresser, so we use the top bunk which is just a piece of plywood to put our clothes on. In the middle of the night, it gave way and fell on me while I was sleeping. I have two scars on my arms from it. She goes, Oh well, you'll live. She wanted her child to sleep on the bunk beds. She is insane! If we don't get this house in 30 days from tomorrow, I might kill her. do they let you mysay in prison? I can't take it anymore.

I got a little sleep last night, and I woke up fairly refreshed, so that's a positive note of the day. I woke up, washed up, and all that jazz, and have been keeping myself in a good mood. I went and got a late lunch with my roommate Nathan, and one of my future roommates (for next year) Michael. We got some Chick-Fil-A, and had a nice chat in the student center today. Then we hopped on the bus back to the dorm, and I cleaned the dorm room some. Lost was on a little while ago, so I watched that earlier tonight, and it was AMAZING. Nothing like Lost to give me something to look forward to every week.

I'm debating whether or not I should go home for the weekend, I can't really decide. I don't really have anything all that important to do back home, but it's nice to go back every once in a while. In other news, I got to talk with my friend Lisa out in California for the first time in a while today it's nice being able to chat with her, we've been too busy lately to really chat much, and I kind of missed it. It was another bright spot in the day, which ended up being very nice.

The weather ended up being quite crummy around here lately, as there was a tornado warning earlier in the night, as well as one heck of a lightning show. It was beautiful to watch, I wish I could have taken a video or something to show! We had a little bit of hail and stuff, and I totally wasn't expecting some kind of severe thunderstorm/tornado warning earlier in the day. It's a good thing I didn't get out too much today.

There seems to be a lot going on around my birthday this year, and while I'm not exactly the biggest fan of my birthday, it should be a fun time of year. I still need to find something to look forward to though, get excited for some event or something (I've realized I really miss college football, and was a good distraction for when I was stressed). I really want to go to some kind of concert soon, or something, maybe in the near future! I figure I'll force myself to think more positive things, and positive results will come. My life has seemed to be in a bit of a rut lately, and I need to think happier and do more things that make me happy. Wish me luck!

I haven't really posted any music lately, but here I go, I hope at least somebody listens to this stuff (my cousin sent me this album recently, and I thought the music video was kind of neat, plus I like how the band dresses):




I should have seen those signs all around me,
But I was comfortable inside these wounds;
So go ahead and take another piece of me now
While we all bow down to you;

You tear me down and then you pick me up,
You take it all and still it’s not enough,
You try to tell me you can heal me,
But I’m still bleeding and you’ll be
The death of me!

How can you end my affliction
If you’re the sickness and I’m the cure?
Too long I’ve faked this addiction,
Another sacrifice to make us pure;

You tear me down and then you pick me up,
You take it all and still it’s not enough,
You try to tell me you can heal me,
But I’m still bleeding and you’ll be
The death of me!

You tear me down and then you pick me up,
You take it all and still it’s not enough,
You try to tell me you can heal me,
But I’m still bleeding and you’ll be
The death of me!

I won’t forget;
I cannot forget this;
I won’t forget;
I’ll never forget this;
I won’t forget;
I cannot forget this;
I won’t forget;
I’ll never forget this;

I won’t forget!
I cannot forget this!
I won’t forget!
I’ll never forget!

You know I can never prove this solution;
You aren’t the one that I thought you were;
And so I learn to embrace this illusion,
The line that separates- it starts to blur;

You tear me down and then you pick me up,
You take it all and say it’s not enough,
You try to tell me you can heal me,
But I’m still bleeding and you’ll be
The death of me!

And you’ll be the death of me!

I will not forget!
I cannot forget this!
And you’ll be the death of me!

Death of Me - Red

So....I have these 2 room mates.  They are your typical "goodie goodie" Mormon type, except that it is somehow okay for them to have their boyfriends over for sleepovers.  I guess they must repent a lot.  Anyway, day by day, a little at a time, I noticed things of mine have come up missing.  Like the time I make brownies, and I only got to eat two brownies, and somehow the rest of the pan disappeared in the fridge.  At first, I thought I had a fridge monster problem.  You know, like the sock monster in the dryer, and the monster under the bed, or the monster in the closet.  But then more foodstuff starting disappearing, too.  Like crackers and milk and apple juice.  I KNOW milk and apple juice was disappearing, because every time I took a drink of either of these beverages, I used a red permanent marker on the outside of the jug to mark the level of the liquid that was left.  Now, any smart person would pick up the jug, see the red hash marks running all the way down, and maybe second-think their decision to take some without asking permission.  But not my roommates.  Perhaps they are not the smartest.  Finally the other day I was at my wits end with my food disappearing (and the fact that a bicycle lives in the kitchen, and that the one girl has NEVER cleaned the bathroom I have to share with her, but those are rants for another day...), so I left my two roomies a nice little note when I left for school.  It read a little something like this:

 

Please STOP:

• Eating my food
• Drinking my milk
• Drinking my apple juice

The 8th Commandment says: Thou shalt not STEAL!

I notice!!!!!  I can barely afford to feed myself, so please, if it is mine, leave it alone!!  Thanks!! 

 

 

I chuckle to myself, even now.  Genious, I tell you, adding the 8th Commandment sentence in there.  I had no idea which roommate it was that was drinking my stuff, but apparently it was BOTH of them, because before long, I was getting texts from both of them apologizing.  Hmmm.......

 

I think for Christmas I will make some little boy or girl happy when they see a bike on the sidewalk with a "free" sign hanging on it.  And then I'll add a little bleach to someone's hair conditioner.  And some Ipecac syrup to any more brownies I make.......I do love the holidays!!