Not Really a Tale; More Like a Rant
Caisey invited Christian over to our apartment again. They spent about five minutes at the door just making out, like I couldn't hear them at the door.
The big talk today is that Christian is too lazy to take his apparently mountain-like pile of laundry home to do it for free and he would rather have to pay for it on campus.
I don't understand his "logic," nor do I understand why it's Caisey's problem.
They parked themselves at the table and played some convoluted calf-version of footsie for about ten minutes before moving to our room to go make out more.
They're probably going to have sex again--while everyone is in the apartment.
The other night I walked in on them doing...something sexual.
Neither person were naked, but I did get flashed with Christian's boxers--something I did not need to see. Is there not some universal sign in the college world that means something to the likes of, "Watch out, we're going to be at least in the process of getting naked and bumping uglies"? I could have sworn there was.
I apologize for the sudden change in tenor of the posting.
This I just had to get off my chest.
I also apologize for the lack of posting in the past few days. between class, homework, and sleeping, I haven't had much opportunity to record my thoughts and tell my stories.
Once I get into the swing of things, i.e., get my routine down, I should have a somewhat regular posting schedule. Maybe. If anyone really cares.
Whatever.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
I Really Need to Stop Blogging Past Midnight... 16/17 January 2012
Let me just preface this by saying that I sometimes make drunken mistakes. I will be the first to admit that I can sometimes get a little carried away when I've been drinking, but I always make sure to apologize (if needed) or just talk it out the next day so things aren't left awkward. I also admit that when I've been drinking I have a slight tendency toward being affectionate or amorous towards members of the opposite sex.
Oh, let's just get real here: I'm kind of slutty when I drink. I get horny when I drink. There. I said it.
I know I'm not the only one.
Even so, I've never had any sort of drunken fling with a good friend. Ever. I draw the line there, and I refuse to cross or get within a hundred-yard radius of it.
One of my friends, Alice, has a problem with this.
Oh, let's just get real here: I'm kind of slutty when I drink. I get horny when I drink. There. I said it.
I know I'm not the only one.
Even so, I've never had any sort of drunken fling with a good friend. Ever. I draw the line there, and I refuse to cross or get within a hundred-yard radius of it.
One of my friends, Alice, has a problem with this.
Monday, January 16, 2012
15/16 January 2012
It's not just Caisey's issues with Christian that bug me.
There's also the problem of Caisey's and my roommates, Kristin (Kris) and Leslie.
Tale 2: The Cold Shoulder War Between Roommates Amiss (Part I)
Caisey and I didn't know Kris and Leslie beforehand. When she signed up for a room, Caisey just picked an apartment that had two open spaces, and she selected me as a roommate so I didn't have to apply for the apartment by myself.
The problems started even before we officially moved in together.
Over Facebook, Caisey and I tried to connect and do the whole get-to-know-you spiel out of the way. This worked in a general kind of way, but it didn't really yield too many positive results. We did manage to divvy up the decor and various things among ourselves (Kris got to decorate the living room, while Caisey and I got to "decorate" the kitchen and the bathroom, "since they don't really need much decorating" [actual quote from Kris]), but other than that Kris didn't really offer up any kind of information about herself other than she and Leslie went to high school together.
Not much information was given because they never made any sort of initiative to contact either Caisey or myself. It was actually annoying, how we were the ones that kept asking questions and trying to get to know them at least a little bit, only to have them completely ignore us for no reason whatsoever.
Not only that, but Kris was constantly trying to get me to buy more and more crap, even though I had told her specifically that I can barely afford to go to college, let alone buy a bunch of crap for my room. As it was, I was only going to be bringing bedding and room storage, not a bunch of crap for the kitchen and the bathroom.
I did buy a toilet seat cover and a rug for around the toilet, and Caisey bought the shower curtain and rings for it, but really, what else do you need in room that only holds a shower/tub and a toilet? I do concede the fact that the rug, cover, and curtain should have some kind of overall matching theme, but Caisey and I were broke college kids, so we really didn't care about that kind of stuff!
It was brought up eventually, though, in the first major blowout we all had as roommates (which I will explain in greater detail in another post). Kris eventually let us know that she, ahem, did not appreciate our lack of concern for the decoration of the bathroom.
I believe there was mention of something like we didn't even buy her them a rug for under their sink? At any rate, it was annoying to have her bitching at us for stupid shit like that.
Kris did eventually get way too annoyed at us. There was one major blowout that we eventually had to involve our RA in.
That's another story for another day... It'll probably be called Part II, just FYI.
Until then.
There's also the problem of Caisey's and my roommates, Kristin (Kris) and Leslie.
Tale 2: The Cold Shoulder War Between Roommates Amiss (Part I)
Caisey and I didn't know Kris and Leslie beforehand. When she signed up for a room, Caisey just picked an apartment that had two open spaces, and she selected me as a roommate so I didn't have to apply for the apartment by myself.
The problems started even before we officially moved in together.
Over Facebook, Caisey and I tried to connect and do the whole get-to-know-you spiel out of the way. This worked in a general kind of way, but it didn't really yield too many positive results. We did manage to divvy up the decor and various things among ourselves (Kris got to decorate the living room, while Caisey and I got to "decorate" the kitchen and the bathroom, "since they don't really need much decorating" [actual quote from Kris]), but other than that Kris didn't really offer up any kind of information about herself other than she and Leslie went to high school together.
Not much information was given because they never made any sort of initiative to contact either Caisey or myself. It was actually annoying, how we were the ones that kept asking questions and trying to get to know them at least a little bit, only to have them completely ignore us for no reason whatsoever.
Not only that, but Kris was constantly trying to get me to buy more and more crap, even though I had told her specifically that I can barely afford to go to college, let alone buy a bunch of crap for my room. As it was, I was only going to be bringing bedding and room storage, not a bunch of crap for the kitchen and the bathroom.
I did buy a toilet seat cover and a rug for around the toilet, and Caisey bought the shower curtain and rings for it, but really, what else do you need in room that only holds a shower/tub and a toilet? I do concede the fact that the rug, cover, and curtain should have some kind of overall matching theme, but Caisey and I were broke college kids, so we really didn't care about that kind of stuff!
It was brought up eventually, though, in the first major blowout we all had as roommates (which I will explain in greater detail in another post). Kris eventually let us know that she, ahem, did not appreciate our lack of concern for the decoration of the bathroom.
I believe there was mention of something like we didn't even buy her them a rug for under their sink? At any rate, it was annoying to have her bitching at us for stupid shit like that.
Kris did eventually get way too annoyed at us. There was one major blowout that we eventually had to involve our RA in.
That's another story for another day... It'll probably be called Part II, just FYI.
Until then.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
15 January 2012
So we're just going to jump right on in the pool, rather than get our feet wet.
This is basically going to be me telling you stories about me, my roommate, my friends, and my family. I feel like my story needs to be told, whether anyone actually listens to me or not.
My name is going to be kept the same, but the names of those in my life are going to changed for their sake, since a good bit of this is going to be considered libelous, confrontational, and just downright mean.
I'm done playing nice with people.
It's time to let the gloves off.
This is basically going to be me telling you stories about me, my roommate, my friends, and my family. I feel like my story needs to be told, whether anyone actually listens to me or not.
My name is going to be kept the same, but the names of those in my life are going to changed for their sake, since a good bit of this is going to be considered libelous, confrontational, and just downright mean.
I'm done playing nice with people.
It's time to let the gloves off.
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