The Shaking Fist

The wait is finally over. Starting on Monday (unless you count my orientation on Thursday and Friday), I will officially no longer be a bum. I will now be the proud owner of a job! I’ll be working at a silkscreen printing place less than a mile away, doing pre-press and design stuff. The place seems pretty rad, especially since I’ve been super curious about silkscreening these days.

I’m so excited - I’ll be able to buy food! And gas! And… other stuff!

*superhappyfuntime dance*

First paycheck: sushi extravaganza. It shall be grand.

After reading what Alli wrote to everybody, I don’t know whether to crack up or be pissed off. So I had my laugh and got that out of the way, and now I’m just pissed.

Ana and I have done nothing but help that girl out the six months that she’s been here. Rides to work (with no offers to compensate for time or gas), full usage of my computer even when I’m gone, food, usage of various household basics that she’s never replenished, usage of our dishes (which mysteriously disappeared for weeks without being washed, and some we may never see again), usage of our movies (which some were carelessly scratched to the point where we don’t even know if they work)… the list goes on and on. We cleaned up after her and her friends the entire time. All of this without so much as a “thank you” or even an acknowledgement. Just angry notes and shit talked about us to all her little friends about what “flippant” and “seething” bitches we are for asking her to do her part around the house, trying to reclaim what little is left of our stuff that she took (that she “didn’t have”), and putting locks on our doors.

What amuses me is that during all her shit talking, miss high-and-mighty completely left out the fact that she’s a lazy, inconsiderate freeloader, which was the ultimate deciding factor in getting her ass kicked out and losing her right to be able to use our shit. Her having her collection of friends coming over at all hours of the night was just an added reason, and of course the landlord doesn’t want that going on in a working class community, so she’s gonna say something about it. Shit, if you had to wake up at 5am to commute to god-knows-where, you sure as hell wouldn’t want a group of noisy kids walking around outside your window or upstairs from you while you’re trying to get some sleep.

So now she’s crying to all her little friends that we’re kicking her out, when she said herself that she’s been wanting to leave for a couple months now (haha Bijan, you called that one!). Why didn’t she? The world may never know. What I do know though, is that Ana and I will be breathing a sigh of relief on the 15th.

Why is it that the people downstairs only blast their bass whenever I want to sleep? Do they have some sort of camera up here? Maybe some sort of sensor under where the bed is? They must know where the bed is, because they put their stereo right under it…

Here’s a little video some of my friends back home would probably really appreciate:

DDR. To the max, yo.

I am so stoked on this place I interviewed at today. If I don’t get the job there I’d probably cry lol…

I am amazed by the fact that you can live with someone for almost half a year and still not know who the hell they are. Just now are we starting to get a glimpse of who she really is, and it’s not pretty. Every day now it gets a little more unbelievable. It’s gotten to the point now where neither of us wants to be in our own home anymore because we don’t want to have to deal with her bullshit. I think what insults me the most isn’t the fact that she thinks we’re stupid, but just how stupid she really thinks we are. Sometimes I wonder if she has genuine mental problems and doesn’t see what she’s doing. I don’t know.

I just want this to end. As soon as possible.

Guess what guess what… I just got a call… I have a job interview tomorrow!

And better yet, it turns out that they’re less than five minutes away from me.

*glee*

20Q.net

It guessed my coffee cup on the first try.

I tend to be an overly nice person. I suppose it’s because I like to see people happy, and if they’re not, I sometimes automatically wonder if it’s my fault somehow. I think of being nice as a karma thing, and a “do unto others” thing. That maybe if I’m nice to the world, it’ll be influenced to be nice back to me. The world seriously lacks nice people sometimes, and being mean isn’t going to convince people to treat you nicer. This is what goes through my head.

Then there comes a point when I start thinking that maybe it’s all a load of horseshit and I’ve just got a serious case of the Doormat Syndrome. These points come periodically throughout my life, yet somehow I always go back to being nice after the phase is over. It’s like clockwork. Every time though I always remember the times before, and therefore my saturation point gets a smidge lower.

When I come to these points, I first start dwelling on the thing(s) that bothers me, until I get pissed off. But the pissed off phase of it is the most confusing part, because that’s when my two most opposite sides start battling it out. Am I legitimately pissed off? Am I overreacting? Am I just being hormonal? Would I slap me if I was anybody else? I try to get other peoples’ opinions on my reactions to try and get my bearings, but I don’t want people thinking that I’m complaining about my situations. So if it seems that way, I apologize to the few of you that I do vent to. I find confrontations very hard because I always wonder if I’m the one that’s in the wrong, and I don’t want to come off as an uncompassionate, irrational bitch to anyone. So I try my best to be diplomatic. And then I wonder if I’m a tool. This usually goes on for a while until one side of me wins. And then the cycle starts again.

Knowing someone that’s being bothered by the same situation makes me feel better, because they know all of the facts firsthand, and would know whether or not I’m overreacting or just finally seeing it as I should have been from the beginning.

Anyway, I’m hoping that writing this will help me to go back to sleep, because this has been bothering me for a few hours so far this morning. And anybody who knows me knows I don’t get up early.

Can’t… sleep…

5am, and I can’t believe I’m more awake now than I was for most of the day.

This is so annoying.