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Overall, my current room mate is probably the best person I've lived with and is a pretty okay guy. I can't really think of too many other friends I have in the area that I would want to live with.
I wanted to use that as a preface to the fact that living with him at times makes me want to rip out my goddamn hair and set fire to the apartment.
I woke up this morning to the realization that the e-mail I sent yesterday to apply for a job did not include my resume.
HOW THE HELL
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Originally Posted by Breine
Little stupid things my family does can make me rage. Like when I leave the room for 30 seconds and run into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and I come back in to find my lights all out and my fan off, because I don't "need a fan on." Yes I do! It's so hot in my room! It's not your business to turn my things off when I'm out of the room for a half minute! That's so presumptuous!
My Dad also enjoys opening my mail without my permission. That really makes me mad. Like, even my bank statements. And he'll just be like "Oh, I can open it, I probably paid for all of the stuff on this statement." Uh what?! Oh no you didn't! All of my money in the bank is money I earned working! Gahhh! That's so rude!
It's nothing serious, just thoughtless presumptuous stuff that makes me mad.
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Originally Posted by Raistlin
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Oh, I do love your sweet talk, Plushiebunny. :love:
UUUURGGH I hate those kinds of things. My mom opens my school mail and she asked for my name/password for the school's website and before I could even say anything even "okay," she went on to say "because if you want to be an adult that's fine. You can just pay your own tuition!" then I think she realized how rude that was 'cause she did that weird laugh she does. They didn't even pay my tuition, it was all grants and student loans (but I didn't say anything because they were still supporting me otherwise).Quote:
Originally Posted by Rye
I can't go in the kitchen without her saying WHO IS PILFERING THROUGH THE KITCHEN etc. It's pretty annoying because to go from my room to anywhere else in the house I have to go through the kitchen. And sometimes I just want to smurfing eat, okay? I EAT FOOD. YOU KNOW THIS.
But yeah, now that I'm out of the house and only seeing her during breaks and the occasional weekend we get along better. I've been worried I'm going to have a sort of "relapse" and go back to how I was a year ago once I move back in tomorrow. Well I only have to deal with it for a couple of months before I move out for good.
Oh man, so you know how it goes?Quote:
Originally Posted by Jessweeee♪UUUURGGH I hate those kinds of things. My mom opens my school mail and she asked for my name/password for the school's website and before I could even say anything even "okay," she went on to say "because if you want to be an adult that's fine. You can just pay your own tuition!" then I think she realized how rude that was 'cause she did that weird laugh she does. They didn't even pay my tuition, it was all grants and student loans (but I didn't say anything because they were still supporting me otherwise).Quote:
Originally Posted by Rye
I can't go in the kitchen without her saying WHO IS PILFERING THROUGH THE KITCHEN etc. It's pretty annoying because to go from my room to anywhere else in the house I have to go through the kitchen. And sometimes I just want to smurfing eat, okay? I EAT FOOD. YOU KNOW THIS.
But yeah, now that I'm out of the house and only seeing her during breaks and the occasional weekend we get along better. I've been worried I'm going to have a sort of "relapse" and go back to how I was a year ago once I move back in tomorrow. Well I only have to deal with it for a couple of months before I move out for good.
Lucky. I just moved back IN and I won't be getting out for a while since I have to live at home for college. I work a lot but the prices for apartments, even just a measly studio, are out of this world around here. I'm stuck at home for a while now. :(
About a minute ago.
5 people in one room, all talking at once. Madness.
God, yes. I hate it when more than one person is trying to talk to me at the same time. My parents do it all the time and I always have to tell one to shut up.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brunettepudding
I'm not much of a rage-y person, but 99.9% of the time it's somehow related to my mom's tiny annoying dogs clawing at my feet or eating things that shouldn't be eaten.
Also, video totally related to the thread's opening post.
Curls in the squat racks/power cage
15 bros all crowding around the free weight area to watch one of their bros do 120 lbs dumb bell presses with a spotter (okay it's more like 7 bros but really now)
Gee thanks Shlup now I'm reading about morons doing dumb bell curls in the squat rack. RAAAGE
I was pretty close to screaming yesterday. We've got to do some presentations on a listed aspect of 1500 society. Since I always get stuck in the same group..it means I know how this will go; they two dominate and Emma sits there. So, I tried voicing my opinion to the group that studying architecture and reformation would be awesome, but they seemed not to hear me. I asked what they wanted, and one wanted Catholocism or Marlowe's life and the other (year thirteen retaking the year) said she was easy and didn't care.
So I'm sitting there, already pretty pissed off as it was and tired (meaning more blunt and bitchy than normal) while they tell the teacher the whole group (no, I wasn't asked about my opinion) wants to perform a presentation on Marlowe's life. Since we were a three, the teacher gave us miracle plays to look up too. Out come the laptops to start research and theye slamming me about how I'm never doing anything or that I'm not helping. DUH I can't get a word in edge-ways!!! ONE laptop between the three of us, and them two always dominate so it really does look like I'm doing sweet F-A. . .meaning they will know what they're talking about, and I will literally be reading words off the screen.
I am going to take my anger out on housework.