It has been a week now since the new semester started. I'm already tired of school.
I've got to finish a GIS project and turn in a professional report, but I don't have much direction on either one. I just want to go to work full-time and have the evenings to myself. Unfortunately, this is not how it's going to be for the next couple of months. I cannot wait until I'm done. I only wish I had the energy and motivation needed to finish both projects early and just coast.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Drama Continues!
What has it been? A month? A little bit more than a month actually. My new roommate is driving me nuts with his cleanliness routine. Today he told me he put my pantry onions in the fridge because "food shouldn't be on the floor. And I found your potatoes. They were gross. Growing and shit."
"Yeah, I was growing them out for the garden."
"Well that's gross. You should grow it in your room if you want to do that."
"It's like a hospital in here."
"I told you I like a clean kitchen. You're kind of a slob. I'm always cleaning up after you. You leave crumbs everywhere."
Go fuck your self, douche bag. If I wanted to live with my Mom, I would have stayed at her house. I swear this guy is a little bitch about the kitchen. It has to be spotless and it's driving me up the wall. I got better things to do than go over the floor with a toothbrush, cleaning up every last speck.
I get enough of this shit at work from my two mom's. Why do I have to be hounded everywhere I fucking go. Why do I keep running into a bunch of "clean-up-everything" freaks. Who the fuck cares? I had a string of cool roommates in Chicago, Paris, Gdansk, and now all of a sudden I get trodden on everywhere I go by people I can't really tell to go "fuck off."
God, I can't wait until I've got my own place and things are clean to the "it won't kill you stage." My roommate takes things up a notch to, "Let's clean so we can do open heart surgery in the kitchen" insanity level.
"Yeah, I was growing them out for the garden."
"Well that's gross. You should grow it in your room if you want to do that."
"It's like a hospital in here."
"I told you I like a clean kitchen. You're kind of a slob. I'm always cleaning up after you. You leave crumbs everywhere."
Go fuck your self, douche bag. If I wanted to live with my Mom, I would have stayed at her house. I swear this guy is a little bitch about the kitchen. It has to be spotless and it's driving me up the wall. I got better things to do than go over the floor with a toothbrush, cleaning up every last speck.
I get enough of this shit at work from my two mom's. Why do I have to be hounded everywhere I fucking go. Why do I keep running into a bunch of "clean-up-everything" freaks. Who the fuck cares? I had a string of cool roommates in Chicago, Paris, Gdansk, and now all of a sudden I get trodden on everywhere I go by people I can't really tell to go "fuck off."
God, I can't wait until I've got my own place and things are clean to the "it won't kill you stage." My roommate takes things up a notch to, "Let's clean so we can do open heart surgery in the kitchen" insanity level.
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