note to future roommates
tuesday, september 11, 2001
okay, i don't know how many of you are planning on one day suddenly moving in with me, but i can tell you this: there's a good way to do it, and a very bad way of doing it.
the good way would mean that you move into the available space and settle in, wait until i show up and discuss a possible re-arrangement of furniture, and together we figure out something that'll work for both of us.
the bad way is to move in on a day when i've spent the past 15 hours in an office eating cookies and arguing with people and laying out pages and Heavily Re-Arrange all MY shit, including UNPLUGGING the digital answering machine to move it and thus erasing all messages, including two recent ones from my parents that i wanted to keep since, well, i'm far away from them, split our cable so that suddenly i have zero reception, and then top it off act with an attitude when i complain and claim you didn't unplug anything and well, how -do- i want to have the furniture, we can move it, really, it's only 2 am?.
guess which way princess chose to move in???
i was so angry, and i actually made that obvious. i just didn't need that. i'm actually glad i got pissy, because it just was not a cool thing to do. usually i just say nothing. suddenly she has her bed by the window and her own desk where my desk was, and our closets are put side by side to close half the room off, like half a wall, with my bed behind it next to the door with zero window access and my desk across the room with the tv awkwardly stretched across and my answering machine with a flashing zero messages on it.
it's not cool that the new person in the room suddenly has what appears to be their own private space by the window and a wall to close them off from door disturbance, while i'm suddenly at the opposite wall of where i got used to sleeping and get crap access to my desk and tv. you don't UPGRADE, dammit!
and today i have 5 classes and work to do so i can't move shit around when i get back, it's hard enough unwinding as it is, but i'm not letting it drop. i'm pissed. keep the hell away from my shit when i'm not in the room, PERIOD! heh. *shrug* okay. grammar quiz. later. �� 7:55 a.m.
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my family
tuesday, september 11, 2001
eh, me and the guy worked it out. heheh. it's been a long night. what can i say? no punches were thrown. that's always nice. sigh. in the midst of it all, i found some old pictures in a folder. sigh.
i miss my mommy. can you believe she's 57? (she'd kill me if she knew i just posted a picture and age, heh heh)
i miss my granny (i look like such a dweeb). can you believe she's 83? (she looks odd in the picture)
i even miss my thug brother. he's turning 34. neener. heh. i'll always have 10 years on him. it drives him nuts.
i miss my cat. and my room. boo. :(
it's cool, dudes, it is. at least i've got pictures. i just wanna go home to my dorm room now and sleep and pretend i don't have an 8 am advanced grammar quiz on phrase verbs, whatever the fuck they are. bleh. work ethics. overrated. �� 12:55 a.m.
