|Oto no nai mahiru|
Kaze wa tada akarui
Sukoshi nemutasou ni
Hanabira ga yureta
One soundless midday
The wind was fresh and clean
And the flower petals
Swayed as if they were asleep
Yeah, sorry. Another beautiful song that's not in English, so most of the world wouldn't bother to listen to it. Wow, missing out. I'm such a loser but I think I've accepted that by now. People want to ostracize me because of the culture that I find fascinating then fine, shows just how small-minded they are. Sometime soon I'm going to go to Japan, it'd be a dream to actually live there. Learning Japanese should be my resolution this year, that way I can actually understand all of the songs I listen to all the time. Forget this 5hour Spanish class, I wish my university had a Japanese course. Man, that'd be a dream.
Anyway, went back to work today for 3 hours. Turned out that most of that time was taken up by a staff meeting so I didn't really do a whole lot of working anyway. Also, the library is closed at 6 tomorrow, which is when I go to work, so I don't have to close tomorrow. YES! SCORE!
Went and purchased books for the semester. They love to ass-rape you on prices but I got lucky and got 7 books for the low price of 231 dollars. Not bad considering it'd be over 400 if they were all new. Thank the good Lord for used textbooks!
Sounds silly but at times I think about cutting off all my hair so it's short and indie looking. Maybe like so:
Ah, the one visible eye is so alluring.
Just kidding, that hair's waaaaay too short. Then again, I think something like this would work too:
Maybe something like that with longer bangs and no dye-job.
Or perhaps this:
Ignore the silly-ass face and wave and you've got a decent haircut.
I'm just sick of having no bangs. I hated them when I had 'em in elementary school, probably because I was a typical greasy-faced teenager so bangs looked horrid on me. Now that I've grown up a little I think bangs would make my forehead not look so big and cover up any zits that I get, lol. -_-;; Also, I've always wanted hair like this. Part my hair differently and wear makeup and not look like a total loser all the time.
I wanna be INDIE!! J/k. I wouldn't fit that scene too well, lol. I just wat different hair, different for me anyway. Something cute because I've had the same hair for soooooo long. I want girlie-girl hair that's interesting and not the same as everyone else's. That or else I'm going crazy tonnight and I'll come to my senses tomorrow and realize how bad short hair could be.
Anyway, that's pretty much it for now.
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Sorry, obsessed with a new song. 13 hot guys singing a badass song. What's not to like?
School's gonna start here on Wednesday, oh hooray. Work starts back up tomorrow. God, I haven't actually been to the library since finals week, haha. A whole month since I've last worked? It's gonna suck but I think I can handle going back. Classes on the other hand, that might be a different story altogether.
Time to go rock some Resistance before beddy bye. Say hello to your newest "Sergeant Major."
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|Wow, Xanga has changed a lot since I last posted. Everything's all spiff, haha.|
Anyway, on to why I suddenly decided to fly back to Xanga for my online journaling needs.
Why I hate my roommate with a soaring and burning passion.
Reason #1: The Cell PhoneEver since the beginning of school, this little gadget of hers has annoyed the living fuck out of me. There's only so much sanity I can retain when a cell phone is ringing the most annoying song in the universe on this highest ringer loudness setting that the little hellacious phone can be set to. Several songs have been ruined for me becuase of her horrible phone. That one The Fray song that had to do with saving a life, RUINED. The other ones weren't so bad because they were COUNTRY and it only makes me hate her more that I have the shit scared out of me while I'm trying to type a paper with a country song blazing on the other desk right next to me. I once was tempted to take her phone, while she wasn't around, and turn the ringer down or put it on silent or something becacuse I was so fucking pissed off.
Reason #2: The Bluetooth HeadsetShe got this little piece of shit for Christmas or something and it has been the bane of my existence ever since. Now I know that I'm not in my room very much but when I am [ALONE] and she walks in, she's always on that goddamn thing. It bugs the hell out of me when she opens the door and says "Hey" and I look up all akward because she NEVER talks to me and it ends up she's on that wretched bluetooth thing. Before she got it, that phone was glued to her ear, now that little earpiece is all that's ever there. She's so fat and lazy that she can't hold a cellphone to her ear anymore. Jesus CHRIST!
Reason #3: Talking [on said cell phone]Every second of every day of her life is spent on her phone. I have no idea who or what she has to talk so desperately about and for such lenghts of time that it makes me wonder how much her Daddy has to pay for her extensive cell phone bill but it's ridiculous. Whenever I'm in the room and she's there too, she's always on that phone. Her Daddy much be rich anyways since she has a Sony Vaio, a pink RAZR, a Bluetooth headset, an iPod, and much more. She's so anal retentive that she doesn't even sleep under the covers of her bed. WHAT THE FUCK!?
Reason #4: Fake FingernailsI've realized how agonizing fake fingernails sound on a laptop keyboard [almost as bad as said fingernails on a chalkboard]. I remember in school, I wouldn't care about how my fingernails looked so sometimes they would get extremely long and people would ask if I used fake fingernails. Now, after seeing REALLY fake fingernails, I don't understand why they would ask that. Mine were nowhere as ugly and annoying as hers. She gets the fake french manicure ones and they're so long that they TINK in every keyboard key she hits. She types extremely hard and fast so you can imagine every one of those tinks as a nailgun shot straight into my temporal lobe. Right now, she's sitting right in front of me typing on her computer, I have my iPod turned up to 1/4 from the loudest setting and I can STILL hear her devlish sounds of plastic on plastic.
Reason #5: The GossipMy roommate can't be classified as on of the OMG, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, SHE DID WHAT sort of girls that gush over the latest happenings on Smallville or the OC or whatever the fuck people watch now. No, she's more of a silent killer, a "talk-behind-your-back"er. Sometimes when she's on the phone, all she talks about [supposedly to her gossipy girlfriends] is about this one girl that's such a whore, this one guy that has 4 girlfriends, the girl who had sex with a dude after a party, this guy who blah blah blah I'm a dirty tramp. It drives me nuts that she can sit there and stab people in the back in the privacy of her own bed [which, I reiterate, that she never sleeps under the covers of]. I wish I could pour glue into her mouth while she's sleeping so she would wake up and know what it's like NEVER TO SPEAK AGAIN.
Reason #6: Pussy BoyfriendMan, I've got to say, this chick has one of the most pansy-assed boyfriends on this side of the planet. When you look at him, you just know he's a big pussy nerd that doesn't even know what he's dating. Not that he deserves anything better. I admit, he's funny, but in an insulting way. The only things he knows how to make funny is other people. Actually, now that I think of it, they're perfect for eachother. They both like to belittle people while thinking they're perfect at the same time. You know what, this guy is way too easy for this article, I think I'll move on.
Reason #7: Four Day WeekendsThis is the one reason I'm greatful for. This chick apparently has classes only on Monday through Thursday. She leaves early Thursday afternoon to go stay with her family or boyfriend or something in Lawrence and doesn't come back until Monday morning, right before her first class. It annoys me but when she stays during the weekend it annoys me much more.
Reason #8: Heating and CoolingMy roommate has no idea how to work a dorm air system. She also has no idea how to open a window or open a door at the same time. I'll admit, the heating and cooling in this place is second to shit but she's just fucking retarded as well. It's springtime and they haven't turned the air conditioning on yet, it's 60's or 70's outside and she's got both window and door closed. The hallway is 50 degrees cooler than my room, which makes my room around 110 degrees. She just figured out how to open the window, which doesn't help because that doesn't circulate air at all. I think I'll just put a sign on the door that says "Leave door and window open if you don't want to become bacon, since you are quite a porker". No, no, that was mean. I don't want to sink to that level.
Reason #9: Silent TreatementEver since the beginning of school, my roommate has only talked to me as many times as I can count on one hand. That's sad, right? I can blame a little bit of that on me very seldom being in my room but she's made no visible effort to even strike up a conversation with me. She informed me of a floor meeting I missed, we filled out roommate contracts, we talked maybe twice since then and that's it. Total bitch. Why should I try to talk to someone that could eventually talk about it with one of her gossipy friends? Correct answer, I would much rather eat a fucking porcupine.
Reason #10: RespectI always respect her bedtime. If I show up at 2 in the morning [which is close to every night], I take EVERY SINGLE PRECAUTION to be as quiet as I possibly can. I even take my shoes off so i can be even quieter. I tip-toe, I move at a snails pace, I'm a freakin ninja when it comes to being quiet and if I have to make noise, like open a candybar wrapper, I'll go outside, open it, and even EAT IT in the hallway just so I don't wake her fatass up. But if I make the SLIGHTEST noise that wakes her up, she makes a big fucking deal about it. Sighing and rustling around and sitting up and tossing around on her bed. Jesus christ, I wanna just go over there like the ninja I am and fuckin assasinate her. No no, it gets better. When she goes to get up in the morning for her classes and I don't have to wake up for awhile, she's as loud and obnoxious as she possibly can be. She picks up a full pillbottle from somewhere and SHAKES IT, she BLOWS HER NOSE as LONG and LOUD as she can, she throws things around and makes a ruckus. I try to block it out until she leaves by putting another pillow on my head. Talk about disprespect to the fullest.
Reason #11: FridgeI said she could use my fridge whenever she wants so she goes out and gets her own halfway through the year that's extremely loud when it turns on. Ellen wasn't happy, she wants to take the little piece of shit and throw it out the damn window and watch it shatter on the sand volleyball courts below.
Reason #12: MicrowaveI also said at the beginning of the semester she could use my microwave if she wants. Ellen has learned that that compromise was a bad one. I've only tried to use that microwave once and it was spick and span when I was done. I look in there now and there's shit all over inside of it. Some more disrespect to lump on the rest.
Reason #13: FailureThis reason is actually somewhat humorous. I've found that my roommate was supposed to go to KU but ended up going to Emporia. Most likely because she FAILED to get good enough grades or something. She finally got accepted, I guess, and she's going to be going there next year. Thank god, now I know I won't have to see her on campus or anything. I knew she didn't belong here anyways...
Reason #14: Breathing/SpeakingMy roommate must have some kind of sinus problem thet plagues her every day of the year. She apparently doesn't know how to breathe through her nose and often breathes extremely LOUDLY becuase of it. She sounds like a exhausted bulldog when she breathes sometimes. She also has the most annoyingly bitchy nasal voice of all time. Whenever she talks, it sounds like she's whining, which is all the time. Blow your nose, get some allergy medicine, jump off a cliff, whatever it takes.
Reason #15: FatThis has to be the most reoccuring one of all. It's not the fact that she's fat, that's fine with me because I'm not beautiful either. But the clothes she wears to show off said fatness is overwhelming. Lets set this up. Time for bed and she's got her PJ's on; a pair of short shorts and a spaghetti strap top. Ellen is sitting at her laptop, most likely checking her facebook and talking to friends, just chilling and probably listening to some Jungle Boogie off the Pulp Fiction Soundtrack because she's in the mood. Ellen's roommate bends over to get something from under her bed, Ellen looks up for a spit second and gets an eyeful of something she can't quite explain. It's large and horrible and should be covered with some type of clothing, BUT IT'S NOT. It's a huge ass, hanging almost all the way out of her shorts or pants or whatever she's wearing at the time. Ellen goes back about her business and tries to erase what she just saw from her permanent memory. This happens ALL THE TIME. I don't think I need to be subject to this horrific event, nor should you. She says on the phone that she was lifeguard once. Haha, when would someone like her ever be able to even float in water?
These are just a few of the reasons why the person I live with is the roommate from hell. I'm glad I could share this with you because you might also be living with a roommate from hell and if you are one of those unlucky souls, I can feel your pain. Really, I can...
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Hey everyone, I haven't been posting a whole lot on here. No big surprise. I've been consumed by Facebook and it seems to be all that I check or post on anymore. There's really nothing to write about on here anymore that anyone reads. Not like I post for people to read anyways. But yeah, I'm bored so I thought I might post on here while I waste time.
Well, have a nice new year everyone.
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