Compys and Roomies, Can't Live WITH Them, Can't Live...Wait, Yes I Can!

My computer seems to be suffering again. Could barely read the screen this morning. Which is, of course, why I'm here in the library typing this before my first (and only) thursday class. I think I may move my compy down to the dungeon. At least there I never had a problem with my compy blitzing on me. Dumb thing.

My roomie has reached new heights in annoyance. This morning she had the gall to ask me why I couldn't just let her have an uninterrupted morning sleep. Well, fuck her. I was being almost completely silent, except for when I turned my computer on. My computer subwoofer, of course makes a big "WOMPF" when I turn the whole thing on. It's not that bad, and doesn't last terribly long. Not like when she staggers around in the morning, or when her fucking alarm keeps going off. I think I need to have a talk with her. She's like dealing with a grouchy crippled elephant in the morning--loud, obnoxious, and stupid. That's why I've taken to getting up at seven in the morning, to avoid her stupidity and her fucking phone alarm. It drives me NUTS. I think I'll just leave my alarm on this weekend, so if she's around, it'll just wake her up. That'd be fair. I think my response to her was something along the lines of, "Well, you wake ME up EVERY morning." Rude cow.

Oh, and last night she wanted to harp about me fixing the light so it'd switch on an off again (instead of having to plug the lights into the switch). I just grunted at her when she tried to order me to fix it. Ha, she was trying to be subtle about it all, asking me when I was going to fix it, since it was bugging her. Well, tough luck, you little whiner----I'll fix it when I get to it, which probably isn't going to be until the weekend anyway.

ARRRRRG. Hate her.

I need a new roommate. Anyone want to apply for the job?

In other news, PMS is confirmed. I had my "." start--marvelous news, but sort of a relief. I was wondering when it would. Still PMS doesn't adequately cover the sheer depth of my frustration and irritation with the roommate.

I really REally REALLY need a break...

Jesus, that had to have been just about the most boring psych class ever---right up there with psych 100b....snore-inducing. The good news is that I know a lot of people in the class, so that will help with getting notes and stuff. Midterm is next wednesday, so I've gotta scramble. Spanish 125 seems cool, I like the professor.

In other news, either the power is intermittant in my room, or else my monitor is dying...or else our power keeps surging and browning out due to the wind...but it's really not blowing THAT hard. Damn this stupid house!

Roomie is really annoying me. She seems to be under the impression that I'm always around. Hey, fyi, I GO TO CLASS. Stupid bitch. And she's majorly grouchy and touchy for some reason. Must be PMS, or else she just doesn't handle stress well. Too bad for her, because I'm not going to put up with her taking it out on me. Her crappy attitude can go jump in a lake. Or she can. I'm not picky. Either will do.

COB went crap--only four new girls, so more mandatory torture will happen this week. I will be so glad to finally "graduate" from the house. Eeesh. I love the people here, but sometimes, I really got to wonder about some of them. Like Lisa B. Or Christine A. Fucking annoying bitches who either A) don't know when to keep their damn mouths SHUT, or B) need to learn not to condescend to everyone in existance and try to control people. Dim bints. Someday they'll learn, I hope for their sake.

Or else I'll just go bloody crazy and snarl at them.

That sounds like much more fun--the snarling I mean.

Am going home this weekend (short hiatus). Friday is Disneyland Day with Lauren, whoohoo! Thus, "home". Really could use the break. Have decided I like it when my roomie is not here on the weekends. I value the "me" time without her grouching and pitbulling around. That's now going to be a new term, pitbulling. She pounces on you, latches on with her teeth, and won't let go of whatever it is she's carping about...just when you walk in the door. For god's sake, doesn't anyone in this DAMN place know the meaning of tact? I rather doubt it. Bite your tongue, bitches.

So yeah, really need to go home. That, and I've got lots of reading and notepraises to write (and this goddamn monitor sucks--keeps flickering) so I'm off.

Random note!

My roomie mutters and farts in her sleep...teeheehee!