smells like slobs

Pigs.

Filthy, oblivious, pigs.

They leave food in the trash and expect the room not to smell. A sandwich with onions left on a desk, not even attempted to be thrown away. It completely fowled the room, add to that the lovely aroma of reheated chinese food and the ceaseless smell of pot that seeps in through the window and my room is a truly lovely place to be. I was seriously appreciating the air freshener I had, although that only improved the smell temporarily. Luckily we get use to things and no longer become aware of them, but it's really quite a pungent smell to return home to. I didn't mind the clothes everywhere, the shambles of forgotten paper, and random shoes strewn about the room, but food is gross. Clean that shit up.

As requested

The immediate scene that followed my slip up text actually didn't happen until about an hour later when whoever was hanging out in our room had left. Kelly passive aggressively said in that indirect, this isn't important, i'm not even looking at you while I'm talking kind of way- if you have an issue with me just tell me.

Really? You expect me to go up and say- you talk too much. "Stop doing that, change your whole hyper personality please to suit my liking." No- you don't do that. So you deal with it and bitch to your friends and life goes on. That's how I deal with things at least. In all following conversations it's really difficult to try and amend my misstep when she counters with- I know you don't like me, it's ok.

ARG, how do you come back to that? It's true, but I want to like you, for my living sake. I might dislike you less if you were to stop it. Stop doing shit like keeping the lights on at 4 am and doing bullshit like taking webcam photos with some dude in our room while i'm trying to sleep and your piercing little hamster voice wakes me from my sleep. (I might be understanding if she were actually doing work- but I have photo evidence to the contrary) It was enough to make me dream about screaming at her in my sleep- a dream so realistic I then worried I'd further shoved my foot in my mouth the entire following day.

Following arguments stemmed from the fact that she offered me friendship and expected to be besties from our first meeting, while I came in guarded and expecting the worst, being that I need time to warm up to people and will then decide if I want to be friends. We have different methods of developing relationships as we have extremely different personalities and are just very different as people. I accept that, I recognize that- yet she refutes it every time. "Just go make friends. It's really not that hard" -For you maybe. "No, really- it's not that hard. Just go make friends. Everyone's hella chill here. Just say hi. That's what I did and now I have friends at like all the colleges. You should do that."

....It makes me want to strangle her. She has zero concept of what it's like to be crippled with introversion and seems to refuse that that's even possible for someone to have. Of course I can make friends, I should just go out there like her. If she can do it I can do it, right?

It's really hard talking to someone who refuses to accept the possibility that other may be different from her. It's like talking to a brick wall. All attempts to explain what happened and potentially amend for my terrible grievance (that she seriously should have just gotten over to begin with) just end up going in circles with her same rebottles. I give up.

I'm so screwed if she ever sees this blog. But i'm willing to take that risk for your entertainment. I'm just such a nice person like that :P

Here's the scoop

Many have probably heard mention of my clash with my roommate. Hamster bitch as far as i'm concerned (my roommate called her a hamster affectionately, but the idea of a compact rodent that makes irritating noises is quite applicable in my opinion).

So here's how the issues started: Actually, before anything happened in person, I met her through Facebook. Automatically I disliked her, as she had a stuffed unicorn in her profile picture and every message she sent me had far too many exclamation points to be reasonable. No one is that excited about choosing a fridge.

Wrong. Upon moving in, my worst fears were confirmed. She actually was that excitable and hyper. She had a squeaky high pitched voice that instantly irritated me and the worst part of it was that she never stopped talking. Somewhat of a human equivalent to that tiny yappy dog that you want to drop kick. High energy, high pitch, and a constant stream of bullshit- mostly about her stories of when she was fucked up or her boyfriend or how hella cheap she got something for. This girl was my worst nightmare.

One night shortly after moving in, she came home stoned. And miracle upon miracles, she was chill. Mellow, almost quiet- or at least less talkative than I'd seen her since moving in. I'd already vented some of my irritation about her talking to a friend who shared in my irritation of her, and so decided to share my little revelation. I sent them a text saying "K is quiet when she's stoned. I've found the magic key." Except that I sent it to my roommate by mistake. Oopsie daisy. My bad.

too nice

I wouldn't consider myself to be emotional. I don't suffer from the "touchy feely" affliction that so many seem burdened by. But I wouldn't think of myself as a complete bitch or anything either. Upon coming to Santa Cruz everyone was very nice and friendly. Everyone was open to meeting all the people around them- you live with them, kind of have to. The ones you meet whom you don't like, just don't bother with them in the future. That was my feeling at least.

And yet, it seems as though the people that I did decide I liked were still just a little too nice. They don't people watch (enjoying the mess of humanity parades around daily for my own personal amusement). I can't make fun of the irony of the hippy girl who won't shave her legs, yet won't wear anything besides long skirts of pants that hide them (clearly she's not fully comfortable with her decision, and neither am I). They found it rude when I reminded the owners of one room that they were allowed to kick out my roommate because she wouldn't stop making random noises while one of them was trying to sleep- it's their room, they have a right to peace and quiet and to remove the noisy offender. Just trying to help. It's the odd things that I find totally acceptable that they seem to be ticked off by that confuse me most. I don't know how to fix something if I don't know that what I'm doing is offensive. I've pointed this out to them- if you have issue with something I do, tell me. Otherwise I'll never know to fix it. This is a slippery slope I'll have to learn to navigate, or maybe it's good for them to get a dose of reality and thicken up their skins a bit. The world isn't concerned about your emotions either- learn to deal with it.

Hi

It's been a while since I bothered posting, mostly because I had originally created the blog to vent my thoughts and didn't like that other people were reading them- it was intended to be more of an online journal (which is a stupid idea in retrospect, doomed to fail really). But it was suggested to me that I update more often so all the people I've left behind can have a glimpse into my life while I'm away. It'll still probably mostly be rants about all the idiots whom I encounter on a daily basis, which can be entertaining if you let them. I waste enough time online when I don't feel like doing my homework anyways, I may as well write something here.