I should do this more often, I think.
Uni's going fine. Life's going fine. Just got back with my ex. Yay me.
Uni's going fine. Life's going fine. Just got back with my ex. Yay me.
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09 December 2007 @ 09:24 pm
I quit it all. It's all getting to much for me. I'm sick of life, I'm sick of uni, I'm sick of housemates. I'm sick of essays and most of all I'm sick of work and my boss.
I'm thinking of quitting AlalaAlala
I'm thinking of quitting AlalaAlala
25 October 2007 @ 01:01 am
I hate this year about the same as I hate last year. I want to quit uni. I want to go home. I want the bitching to stop. I want Vicky to stop being a selfish cow and expecting me to sort her problems out. I want my friends IRL to stop treating me like shit.
I thought this year would be different. I thought yeah, I'm living with friends! People I know and like. Well that's a load of bull right now, I'll tell you. Every little argument Vicky has with Matt (bf), she takes it out on the rest of the house by being a moody fucking bitch and taking everything the wrong way. Every time I ask her to clean her dishes before she goes out, she jumps into the deep end, saying "What if I don't feel like doing it before uni? Shall I take them allll up to my room and then bring them down again when I come back home?" That kinda of attitude is so not needed. IF she can find time to do that, surely she can wash up using said time.
And OMG she's freaking out about me and Janine using our laptops alot. I'm sorry, but for me my laptop is my escape from her fucking moods and the tension in the house. So I use it a lot? So what I fucking pay my share of the bill. She wants hers to be reduced because she doesn't use hers all the time! She actually said to me "I'm gonna pay my fair share, though I don't see why I should You two use more leccy then me." She has Matt staying every Thursday to Sunday-late. Now I don't mind so much him staying. We've been getting on great recently, it's just that in the contract with the landlady, it said guests are only allowed to stay for two weeks without asking the landlady and they are not allowed to come as regularly as he is coming. Well he's using electric too, and has she offered to pay for it? No. Have me and Janine complained about their electrical usage? Not yet. Bleh. Now get this: on top of that, her folks have decided to come pay their little girl a visit this week (staying at hotel). So her dad comes in, changes the phone without asking anyone other than her, and MOVES it to outside my room. I don't want people hanging outside my room whilst on the phone, thank you very much. Her mother, on the other hand, decides my food is Vicky's stuff and outs it in her cupboard. I move it and I find it there the next day. After three days of this I explode. It's mine DAMMIT! So I leave her a note, asking her NOT to steal my food, thank you very much. When she gets homes, she barges into my room, gets her laptop (I was babysitting cause she couldn't be arsed taking it upstairs!!! Again with the being used. NO MORE, I say), no knocking or anything. I could have been changing or something. She glares at me and storms out. Then her dad proceeds to rearrange all her cupboard, so she can take things she put in the sharing cupboard back in hers! Over reaction! *headdesk*
So yeah, I go upstairs after the rent's have gone to their hotel (They come and go at all fucking hours!), I go to her room to talk. She's on the phone. Be five minutes she says. After 5, with no end to the conversation approaching, I leave the room. She could have easily said Give me 15-20 mins, and that would have been fine. But no, she continues with her conversation as if I wasn't waiting. I come back down and she follows me THIRTY MINUTES later. I tell her I'm pissed off with her, she over-reacts and over-dramatises everything I say and throws it back in my face; ooh it's not my fault. Blah, blah, blah. I've discovered that she's been blaming poor Stephen for piles of plates and glasses and shit left on the side, believe it or not. So, talk: didn't go so hot.
Tonight, she's managed to pissed the entire house off. Matt and mum had day off, so came to spend it with Vicky and folks. 11pm they come back (Vicky, Matt and Matt's Mum) and Matt informs us that they're staying the night cause it's too far to get home! Matt, not Vicky. Vicky never once came in to us (we were gathered in my room cause the heating only works there <3 ). Matt says she's ill. Whatever. Excuse to get off uni, I think. But yeah! THE FUCKING HOUSE IS NOT A HOTEL!!! SO the entire house is very pissed off with her. I've had a head since The Sunday Incident, which is basically when I completely lost it and started wanting to kill anything that moves
The Sunday Incident
as copied from an aim convo with Emsha cause I'm too lazy.
So basically, because i want to stay out of this, I can't say to her that I want to slap her round the face cause she's a selfish bitch because she treats Matt like a slave all the time.
If we raise the Matt staying issue, she'll go overboard and start accusing us of ruining her relationship (she's doing a good job of that herself, actually!) by not letting him stay. I'm sorry, I'm not like Janine, I can't go without talking to Matt everyday. So I imagine missing a week is repugnant to her. Or she'll probably say that the two of them equal the two of our electric usage. Or make him pay a fifth. She was gonna let him pay half her rent, dunno if she is still doing it, as she seems to think that that will give him certain rights in the house, but the contract says that he has to pay FULL rent (so the landlady gets 5 lots of rent) if he wants rights. And that will only happen if the rest of us are happy with him moving in. We aren't.
There's more, but I can't find the words right now. I've barely slept since Sunday, I'm pissed off, I want to go home and see my Mum and David, I've had a head that doesn't look like it's going. I'm behind in my studies, I don't even understand most of the stuff I have to do for assignments as the questions don't make sense, I feel like shit and last year is repeating itself.
Isn't Uni supposed to be fun?
Can't prove it by me
/rant
I thought this year would be different. I thought yeah, I'm living with friends! People I know and like. Well that's a load of bull right now, I'll tell you. Every little argument Vicky has with Matt (bf), she takes it out on the rest of the house by being a moody fucking bitch and taking everything the wrong way. Every time I ask her to clean her dishes before she goes out, she jumps into the deep end, saying "What if I don't feel like doing it before uni? Shall I take them allll up to my room and then bring them down again when I come back home?" That kinda of attitude is so not needed. IF she can find time to do that, surely she can wash up using said time.
And OMG she's freaking out about me and Janine using our laptops alot. I'm sorry, but for me my laptop is my escape from her fucking moods and the tension in the house. So I use it a lot? So what I fucking pay my share of the bill. She wants hers to be reduced because she doesn't use hers all the time! She actually said to me "I'm gonna pay my fair share, though I don't see why I should You two use more leccy then me." She has Matt staying every Thursday to Sunday-late. Now I don't mind so much him staying. We've been getting on great recently, it's just that in the contract with the landlady, it said guests are only allowed to stay for two weeks without asking the landlady and they are not allowed to come as regularly as he is coming. Well he's using electric too, and has she offered to pay for it? No. Have me and Janine complained about their electrical usage? Not yet. Bleh. Now get this: on top of that, her folks have decided to come pay their little girl a visit this week (staying at hotel). So her dad comes in, changes the phone without asking anyone other than her, and MOVES it to outside my room. I don't want people hanging outside my room whilst on the phone, thank you very much. Her mother, on the other hand, decides my food is Vicky's stuff and outs it in her cupboard. I move it and I find it there the next day. After three days of this I explode. It's mine DAMMIT! So I leave her a note, asking her NOT to steal my food, thank you very much. When she gets homes, she barges into my room, gets her laptop (I was babysitting cause she couldn't be arsed taking it upstairs!!! Again with the being used. NO MORE, I say), no knocking or anything. I could have been changing or something. She glares at me and storms out. Then her dad proceeds to rearrange all her cupboard, so she can take things she put in the sharing cupboard back in hers! Over reaction! *headdesk*
So yeah, I go upstairs after the rent's have gone to their hotel (They come and go at all fucking hours!), I go to her room to talk. She's on the phone. Be five minutes she says. After 5, with no end to the conversation approaching, I leave the room. She could have easily said Give me 15-20 mins, and that would have been fine. But no, she continues with her conversation as if I wasn't waiting. I come back down and she follows me THIRTY MINUTES later. I tell her I'm pissed off with her, she over-reacts and over-dramatises everything I say and throws it back in my face; ooh it's not my fault. Blah, blah, blah. I've discovered that she's been blaming poor Stephen for piles of plates and glasses and shit left on the side, believe it or not. So, talk: didn't go so hot.
Tonight, she's managed to pissed the entire house off. Matt and mum had day off, so came to spend it with Vicky and folks. 11pm they come back (Vicky, Matt and Matt's Mum) and Matt informs us that they're staying the night cause it's too far to get home! Matt, not Vicky. Vicky never once came in to us (we were gathered in my room cause the heating only works there <3 ). Matt says she's ill. Whatever. Excuse to get off uni, I think. But yeah! THE FUCKING HOUSE IS NOT A HOTEL!!! SO the entire house is very pissed off with her. I've had a head since The Sunday Incident, which is basically when I completely lost it and started wanting to kill anything that moves
The Sunday Incident
as copied from an aim convo with Emsha cause I'm too lazy.
( The transcript )
So basically, because i want to stay out of this, I can't say to her that I want to slap her round the face cause she's a selfish bitch because she treats Matt like a slave all the time.
If we raise the Matt staying issue, she'll go overboard and start accusing us of ruining her relationship (she's doing a good job of that herself, actually!) by not letting him stay. I'm sorry, I'm not like Janine, I can't go without talking to Matt everyday. So I imagine missing a week is repugnant to her. Or she'll probably say that the two of them equal the two of our electric usage. Or make him pay a fifth. She was gonna let him pay half her rent, dunno if she is still doing it, as she seems to think that that will give him certain rights in the house, but the contract says that he has to pay FULL rent (so the landlady gets 5 lots of rent) if he wants rights. And that will only happen if the rest of us are happy with him moving in. We aren't.
There's more, but I can't find the words right now. I've barely slept since Sunday, I'm pissed off, I want to go home and see my Mum and David, I've had a head that doesn't look like it's going. I'm behind in my studies, I don't even understand most of the stuff I have to do for assignments as the questions don't make sense, I feel like shit and last year is repeating itself.
Isn't Uni supposed to be fun?
Can't prove it by me
/rant
Location: My desk, The wall, My Room
Mood: 
Despondant and Depressed
Despondant and Depressed25 September 2007 @ 11:16 pm
Today has to be the best day, like EVER!
First, a long lost friend who I've been looking for gets in contact with me; THEN I get a job interview; THEN the net starts working FINALLY!
*Squee*
Also, my pans melted on the hob. The land lady LIED to us and said the hob was electric so I got pans safe for electric but its one of them new halogen ones. Burned the metal coatin' right off the bottom! I was like OMGWTF?!
Aside from that, new house? SWEET!
First, a long lost friend who I've been looking for gets in contact with me; THEN I get a job interview; THEN the net starts working FINALLY!
*Squee*
Also, my pans melted on the hob. The land lady LIED to us and said the hob was electric so I got pans safe for electric but its one of them new halogen ones. Burned the metal coatin' right off the bottom! I was like OMGWTF?!
Aside from that, new house? SWEET!
Mood: 
cold
cold10 August 2007 @ 08:03 pm
So, I've been slobbing round today, gathering together my stuff to go see Emsha and Sean for two weeks. I go Monday. I'm more or less packed - 'more' in that essentials are packed (after this mornings mad dash around cause I'm miss placed my new underwear >.>); 'less' in that most of the 'more' stuff id stacked in the lounge awaiting folding and/or further sorting. And I'm working tomorrow. And going Momma's on Sunday. Ah well... it'll be done at some point before I go to the airport.
I'm actually quite excited. I've been counting the days for, like, three weeks! Escape from my folks and brother, AND un-contactable by work. Heaven! I've needed a break from work for ages. Ever since I got the damned job back in February, with Uni, I didn't have a day off till Uni was finished back at the beginning of June. When I wasn't in class, I was sleeping, eating, doing assignments and when I wasn't doing those, I was working. Often I was doing assignments AT work. And I know, I've had days off since June till now, but there isn't a day that goes by where they don't contact me at least three times. Boss even begs me to do more hours. Sorry but no. It's an 80 mile journey to work from my Momma's or Daddy's. That's an hour and a half by train. Which means I get up in time to see the sunrise whenever I'm working - it sucks.
So yeah: seeing Emsha and Sean = good thing. No nagging from work or boss. And best of all: no fucking fights with my father!
I'm actually quite excited. I've been counting the days for, like, three weeks! Escape from my folks and brother, AND un-contactable by work. Heaven! I've needed a break from work for ages. Ever since I got the damned job back in February, with Uni, I didn't have a day off till Uni was finished back at the beginning of June. When I wasn't in class, I was sleeping, eating, doing assignments and when I wasn't doing those, I was working. Often I was doing assignments AT work. And I know, I've had days off since June till now, but there isn't a day that goes by where they don't contact me at least three times. Boss even begs me to do more hours. Sorry but no. It's an 80 mile journey to work from my Momma's or Daddy's. That's an hour and a half by train. Which means I get up in time to see the sunrise whenever I'm working - it sucks.
So yeah: seeing Emsha and Sean = good thing. No nagging from work or boss. And best of all: no fucking fights with my father!
Who gives a fuck?09 August 2007 @ 10:35 pm
Well I'd thought I'd make a new journal with a new promise: To keep up with you guys. If I don't you have permission to beat me with fpod!