Right now everything is just irritating to me. The fact that I am still breathing makes me want to destroy the world.
I am lucky enough to have a dishwasher in my apartment, but now it is broken. Apparently, my roommates are so spoiled, they don't know how to live without a dishwasher. It's been broken for about a week now and the dishes have piled up. I go to school four days a week and work two jobs - they just go to school. How is it that I have found time to wash all of my dishes and they haven't? When Kirsten was here last week, she even washed dishes - SHE EVEN WASHED ONE OF HARMONY'S BECAUSE SHE NEEDED IT TO MAKE LASAGNA AND HARMONY DIDN'T WASH IT FROM HER ASPARAGUS! Yesterday, I couldn't/wouldn't cook on the stove. None of the pots were clean and there was a pan full of peppers. So I had to go use the last of my money to buy something to cook in the microwave. And get this, when I finished, I WASHED my dishes, and then PUT THEM AWAY - amazing, I know. Tonight on my 15 minute break I came up to find five glasses and mug washed. I was pissed and hungry (at this point, I had only eaten fruit loops at 11.30 this morning and it was now 7.15) so I just threw all of the stuff stove in the sink so I could make a grilled cheese. Then, I took my pan and plate and set them on the microwave with a note saying "I will wash these when I get off." I get home, there are clean dishes washed, not put away, and someone decided it would be a good idea to put mine in the sink. Well, I washed, dried, and put away my dishes before peeing and taking off my work clothes. Not. That. Hard. We'll see how long this goes on, because there are still dishes in the sink and on the stove that are being neglected.
We have a HUGE living room, with no furniture, I was smart enough to bring a comfy chair to lounge in. I didn't realize that this meant I was never going to be able to sit in my chair. Both of them sit in it and take it whenever they please. Harmony actually stole it from me one time while I was doing homework so she could eat dinner and watch TV. Thanks for making me do my homework on the floor.
Cable. Over the summer, we were discussing the things that we wanted/needed for the apartment. We all agreed that we needed Internet, but neither one of them wanted cable. Well, I got cable, internet, and phone. The deal was, I didn't pay electric and gas, but I paid comcast. That sounds like a good idea, except when they both sit in the living room watching TV with the computers in their laps. I pay $200 a month for Comcast and they pay about $40-$60 a month each for electric and gas. I am to the point, where I am going to tell them that they are going to have to start paying for that too because I was under the impression that by not wanting something meant never or rarely using it.
Comcast is on my murder list anyway, when we inquired about cable and Internet, they said that their Triple Play package was $125 a month. There was a slight catch that the first couple of months there would be an extra charge for installation and crap, but I didn't realize that meant $500. Guess who had to pay that?! Yup. My bills are still over $200. Now, this is where it gets really frustrating. On my bill, it has the "bundle charge" as $109. Then, it has an Internet services charge of like $40. Now, I know I am not a mathmetican, but 109 plus 40 does not equal $125. Never mind the fact that I am being charged for Internet twice. I plan on writing a letter to Comcast to complain. I'd just call customer service, but I hate customer service - I don't have time for rehersed human beings that won't actually help me.
I am going to write the North Star Bar a letter for completely screwing Fall Out Boy fans over last Friday. They told us we weren't allowed to be
seen before 2PM. So after pacing around a shady block, we chose to go to a pizza place and hang out. We left the pizza place at 1.30 to get ready to ninja in line at 2. We peek around the corner to see that there is already a line. My first instinct was to NOT get in the line, because it was before 2, and they could very easily be like "HA! You can't get in because you lined up before 2." But, I looked closer, and I saw the secruity guard down at the front of the line. How can you be a dick about rules, then break them yourself? Needless to say, we didn't get it and we wasted an entire day in the ghetto.
There's this girl Leigh Ann at work, don't get me wrong, she is nice to me (which is rare for a human being to do) and she is pretty funny, but sometimes I just want to tell her to shut up. She talks about how smart she is and blahblahblah, yet she's failing community college? She wanted to bazillion major in Anthropolgy, Russian, and like eight other things that no one really cares about. And now, all of a sudden, she wants to go to art school for Musical Theatre or "Video Production." (By video production, she means broadcast journalism - oh by the way, she didn't know the term, I had to tell her.) Tonight she was talking about all of the pericings and tattoos she still wants to get (she has like 8 peicings and 4 tattoos already) and she wants more. I am not a shallow person who judges someone one peircings and tattoos, but when you have an abundance of them, musical theatre and broadcast journalism aren't very smart fields to go into.
I live with such geniuses, that someone turned the radiator on in the kitchen, with the two trash bags (that they are neglecting to take out) left up against it. Go ahead burn the building down.
This is just a bad week. Everything that can go wrong has and will go wrong.
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