egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.

let us take this opportunity to have a rest from the normal and mundane ups and downs of every day life and speak of the delightful topic known as apartment mates. baruch hashem i am blessed with a wonderful wacky, loving, and crazy roommate. and we get along great. but there is one person in my apartment who drives me crazy. i have a problem with the people who walk into your room and decide that they were invited in, just like that. i was sitting on my bed the other day with my roomie watching a movie when the other girl walks and asks what we are watching. so we tell her, and we tell her that we are doing are homework at the same time. now in anybody else's universe that means 'this is not public movie time. its just background noise. well have movie night another time'. but not in her world, no. in her world that means 'hey this is what we're watching, come join us if you want'. so what does she do? she invites herself into our room, plops herself down on my bed, and proceeds to watch with us, breathing loudly in my ear. so how much jail time do you think i would get for murdering my apartment mate? 10-15 years? might be worth it.........

so today was a crappy crappy day. and let me tell you why. because first me and my roomie wanted to start moving our stuff into the other apartment that has a free room. we get a long with everyone there and wanted to get out of our apartment. then we realized we couldnt do it until we okayed it with the office. fine. so i went to ask and the people i needed to clear it with werent there. so ill wait till tomorrow. thats ok. then in class my house mother said that there is a girl coming for a couple of days next week and she is supposed to stay in that extra room. so we cant move till after that. okay...fine. im disappointed, but ok. then i get back from class, and there, sitting on the couch is the reason i want to move. annoying person, asking me questions about my class, not in an 'im interested to know what your doing because im your friend' tone but in the 'im your mother where were you' tone. i wanted to punch her. so now not only could i not move out yet, but i had to deal with her. then, just to top it off, i lost my ipod. i cant find it anywhere in my room. im beginning to panic. im just trying to keep thinking that its misplaced under a pile of clothes somewhere, not that someone stole it. i cannot live without my ipod. i need to have it. i must find it. must. find. it. danger will robinson.........well ok i feel a little better not. this was sort of a catharsis. im gonna go on upstairs now...sharpen my knives......