shes going going...

and in a month she'll be gone.

flatmate came home last night and told me in a very scathing tone that she was moving out in a month and so we had better find a new flatmate.

much as this turn of events makes me happy, i still have the niggling suspicion that according to her family, i am now the biggest moodiest most nasty bitch that ever lived. I probably shouldnt have shouted at her, but it seems that me and sis telling her several times very nicely to be careful just hasnt worked. so i guess in their eyes im in the wrong, because their daughter is young and perfect and doesnt know any better.

well, ive been robbed twice and i know any better and its taken me 4 years to get my stuff back, so as far as im concerned, shes very much in the wrong. If the majority of the stuff in this house was hers she has every right to say im wrong. but its mine or my sisters stuff. period.

i guess if you havent been robbed, you have no idea how violating it can be on your soul. But that doesnt mean that just because your flatmate has a very stern talk to you about the responsibilities of looking after the house you are living in and having some respect for the property of others, that you have to move out as soon as the shit hits the fan.

you cant just run away and hope that someone else will be happy with the way you dont think at the next house you live in.
i hope one day she will learn.

my housemate is a doughy stupid tart

she has left the house doors open about 5 times in the last 3 weeks, and at least 10 times since weve been living here.

and to think i had a talk to her about it only 2 days ago... so what do i come home to? the back door wide open.
she comes home 2 minutes later and tells me that she left them open because she had only gone up to the shops for 2 minutes, she thought it would be ok....

so ive had a lovely scream at her. will have to speak to sis tonight and see if she agrees that she needs to go.

bad chemicals running thru my brain

if only they were the psychedelic/psychoactive type, im sure i would be alot happier.

my brain has decided it would dump some of those nasty depressing chemicals into my bloodstream today, possibly due to a dream i had this morning that has pissed me off, but more likely for no apparent reason at all.
so in effect, ive spent the day tired, grumpy and wanting to be alone.
the actuality of the day is that ive had more visitors than you can poke a stick at, all uninvited and wondering why im so upset and would i like to talk about it; therefore tired, wanting to rip ppls heads off and in no way shape or form alone.

of course when i get this way and want to be alone, everyone who has come over and has been told to go away by me, now thinks that they have done something to piss me off, and would i like to talk about it.

Look, I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING!!! BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING WRONG!!!!

its like im not allowed to have a shitty week, or a shitty day or just crack the shits in general without ppl thinking that im going to be depressed for weeks and its only going to get worse and getting scared i'll do something stupid.

shit... arent i allowed to have ONE DAY when i can have a tizz and be an antisocial brat?

a whopping 1.25 GB of RAM

boffo... a good one.

now to spend some time playing with maya!!

finally, a relaxing weekend

ahhhh... a full weekend to spend as i wish!
and i wish to spend it...
studying :(