It's been raining for three days straight. This is not a particular issue with me, since I love rain, but rain sucks when you have nowhere to go to lie down snugly and listen to it.
Thing is, my roomie, who's also a close friend of mine, has basically kicked me out. Twice.
Last night she brought her boyfriend to our apartment. Everything was cool, but another roomie of ours (who stays in the room next door to ours) went out for a smoke, and I went with her so that the two lovebirds could have a little time for themselves. Ten minutes later, we come back to find they're gone -- to my room, where the door is closed. All my things are still inside: my laptop, my wallet, my clothes... everything. I wait for a half hour or so, and they don't come out. Two hours later, they open the door, and this fills me with hope -- are they finally leaving? -- but they don't go out. They just stay there, talking like it's four in the afternoon instead of one in the morning.
So I start making noises: I turn on the TV, move in the couch, get up to go to the kitchen, etc. When I finally go to the bathroom, they seem to take the hint. My friend comes out and addresses me with some term of endearment that could be translated as "Darling!", like she's just greeting me. I glare at her.
But it doesn't end there. Oh no. When I get into bed and they leave, I start hearing them chatting and shouting and laughing and even cooking something. This goes on for hours. Finally, at about five in the morning, I get up and close the door to the hallway, the one that separates the sitting room and the kitchen from the rest of the apartment.
The next day (or basically just a few hours later), I get up to find them still there. The kitchen's a mess and it smells worse than an American McDonald's. It's probably just as dirty, too. I feel like crap; after I have lunch, I go lie down and I only get up a couple of hours later. When I do, they sneak into the room and lock the door.
So here I am, with my laptop, freezing in the sitting room, listening to the rain, and thinking of murder.
I mean, I know you're supposed to be patient and tolerant if you're going to share an apartment with two other people, but I can only go so far. Anyway, both my other roomie and I agreed to give her a lecture tonight when we get home from class, and I just hope she'll listen to reason. So far she's been selfish and has had no consideration for us whatsoever, but I'm afraid she'll just say we should've said/done something when it happened. Argh.
Anyway. Good thing is, college has been great so far. I'm taking English Language, Spanish Language (which is basically grammar), Law, and Linguistics. However, though I like this independence thing, I still can't adjust to the fact that I have to cook for myself -- I basically just don't have dinner out of laziness -- so my guess is that I'll be thinner by the end of the month. Other than that, I'm eating healthier than ever -- fruit, vegetables, meat, milk, soup... That should be good, right?
So yes, this is my way of explaining why I have been absent -- again -- and unable to keep up with my short-lived resolutions.