02-28-2007, 01:53 PM
Okay, a new update, mainly because he's still a fuckface, but also because I'm so stressed that I'm on the verge of tears.
So I'm already having a rough go of things, mainly because I'm ridiculously in debt and am really busy trying to get things together to apply for financial aid, among which is a recording I have to do tomorrow. With $20,000, I'm understandably stressed.
Right, so I'm chilling out, putting the finishing touches on my program proposal when he starts applying waterproofing treatment on his shoes. In the room. Y'know, the stuff that says "Use only in a well-ventilated area." Well he's using it...in my dorm room, with the door and window closed. Like seriously, how braindead do you have to be to do something like that? So naturally I open the window, and he has the fucking audacity to give me a look.
FUCK, I want this guy out of here so bad. Sometimes, he doesn't seem so bad, but times like this I absolutely want to kill the guy. I'm so glad I'm leaving early for a gig I have in May. I can't wait to just disappear and take my internet with me. It'll be so awesome. It'll be like "See you later, FUCKNUTS. I hope I never see you again." If I ever see his pockmarked face again, it'll be too soon.
This guy is the worst roommate ever. Maybe I'm just not roommate material. I mean, okay, I know I have my quirks and I can be difficult at times, but I can't imagine anything I've done in my entire lifetime to justify this kind of prolonged torture.
This guy is here ALL the fucking time. Does he ever go out with friends? Does he ever practice? Does he ever go to the library? I have no fucking idea, but it certainly doesn't seem like it. He sits in here and talks loudly to his girlfriend on Skype from 10am till about 7 and then proceeds to listen to music with no headphones. How does he get any work done? All he seems to do is suck up my bandwidth by downloading music from limewire and sorting his picture collection of electric pianos he's collected.
Oh I know, it sounds like I'm making it up, but even my wildest imaginings couldn't conjure up the retarded combination of vices and irritating behaviours that is my roommate. I just can't handle this guy. I need out, and I need out BAD.
Or better yet, I need HIM out. I'd love to come up with some dirt on him that would get him expelled. I know that sounds evil, but right now, I need to start having some luxuries. If I'm going to be living on extremely tight finances for the rest of my life, I should at least be able to enjoy myself now.
So I'm already having a rough go of things, mainly because I'm ridiculously in debt and am really busy trying to get things together to apply for financial aid, among which is a recording I have to do tomorrow. With $20,000, I'm understandably stressed.
Right, so I'm chilling out, putting the finishing touches on my program proposal when he starts applying waterproofing treatment on his shoes. In the room. Y'know, the stuff that says "Use only in a well-ventilated area." Well he's using it...in my dorm room, with the door and window closed. Like seriously, how braindead do you have to be to do something like that? So naturally I open the window, and he has the fucking audacity to give me a look.
FUCK, I want this guy out of here so bad. Sometimes, he doesn't seem so bad, but times like this I absolutely want to kill the guy. I'm so glad I'm leaving early for a gig I have in May. I can't wait to just disappear and take my internet with me. It'll be so awesome. It'll be like "See you later, FUCKNUTS. I hope I never see you again." If I ever see his pockmarked face again, it'll be too soon.
This guy is the worst roommate ever. Maybe I'm just not roommate material. I mean, okay, I know I have my quirks and I can be difficult at times, but I can't imagine anything I've done in my entire lifetime to justify this kind of prolonged torture.
This guy is here ALL the fucking time. Does he ever go out with friends? Does he ever practice? Does he ever go to the library? I have no fucking idea, but it certainly doesn't seem like it. He sits in here and talks loudly to his girlfriend on Skype from 10am till about 7 and then proceeds to listen to music with no headphones. How does he get any work done? All he seems to do is suck up my bandwidth by downloading music from limewire and sorting his picture collection of electric pianos he's collected.
Oh I know, it sounds like I'm making it up, but even my wildest imaginings couldn't conjure up the retarded combination of vices and irritating behaviours that is my roommate. I just can't handle this guy. I need out, and I need out BAD.
Or better yet, I need HIM out. I'd love to come up with some dirt on him that would get him expelled. I know that sounds evil, but right now, I need to start having some luxuries. If I'm going to be living on extremely tight finances for the rest of my life, I should at least be able to enjoy myself now.