Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

What the fuck is wrong with that damned bitch Lametria?

Somehow I’m violating her rights by getting angry at her for giving out my phone number to a bunch of her friends  in LA, and then not telling them that she moved out.

She called asking for Ashley. I told her Ashley has left, probably for school.

“Did you even check?”

“Ashley and Maria both showered and left less than an hour ago. I’m pretty sure she’s not here.”

Then the fucking ghetto bitch goes off on some tanget that was barely decernable to the English speaking populus, and ends it with “Bitch”

Well, that was interesting.

She walks into my room.
“Are you up now? I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh! So how was the party or whatever with your boyfriend? Good, blah? Huh? What? Are you awake? Are you sick?”
She finally shuts up long enough for me to answer, “I’m tired.”
“Oh, you scared me girl, you were like, speechless, okay, so I’ll just go now. Oooh, donuts!”
She looks at the box on my bed, and then at me, expecting me to offer her one. Then she leaves after a brief silence.
There were a lot more words on her part, but I don’t recall the exact ones. Just add a bunch of repetitious nonsense with no space in between sentences to allow another person to answer.

I just took the batteries out of the cordless phone because Maria keeps using my phone. She hasn’t paid her share of the phone bill, and she doesn’t plan to be here long enough to. And she’s been making long distance calls. Fuck knows how much she’s rung up with that.

Hell, she didn’t even know the difference between local and long distance. And she’s 24.

“oh well,” she says, “when the bill comes we’ll just look at all the-”
“It doesn’t list them.”
“oh it does? okay, no problem the-”
“It does NOT.”
“ooohh….”

I wish she’d fucking shut up long enough to pay attention to what’s being said.

[01:45] [Ettin> Please talk to me. I’m lonely.
[04:04] [Schroe[Sheepies]> You’re lucky. I’m going to fucking puke soon, so I’m wide awake. Not only that, Maria knocked loudly on my door a while ago for no fucking reason, and didn’t even stay in front of it when I got to answering it. I just sat for a half hour in front of the toilet, my stomach churning and the first thing she asks me, “Are you drunk? Have you been drinking?”
[04:06] [Schroe[Sheepies]> “No. I’m sick.”
[04:06] [Schroe[Sheepies]> Then she calls into the other room, when someone asks what’s going on, “She’s not feeling well; she’s been drinking.”
[04:07] [Schroe[Sheepies]> “I haven’t been drinking.”
[04:07] [Schroe[Sheepies]> “Oh.”
[04:07] [Schroe[Sheepies]> She calls into the other room, “She hasn’t been drinking.” Then she asks me if she can get me anything, water, juice, etc. All the while, her voice is at volume setting 10. It’s like she’s fucking yelling all the damned time. And she’s always saying inane things.
[04:09] [Ettin> Puked yet?
[04:09] [Schroe[Sheepies]> Nope. But the feeling’s there, and it’s painful.

She’s got a fucking bathroom of her own, why the fuck does she keep using mine? The only entrance to my bathroom is through my bedroom.

I only dread to think how she’ll react to what she’s declared my “booty call” this weekend.

I wish she’d just fucking shut up. Christ, I’m going to go off on her this weekend, I know it. Ashley won’t be there to take part of the torture, so it’s all on me.

She seems to have little connection with the “real world” and upon seeing our appartment, instantly decided it was too small for her.

Roommate status: Lametria and Kara have moved out. It’s just Ashley and I in this two bedroom appartment until they move in new people in January.

“You know coffee stains teeth, right?” – Lametria, said in a manner in which she was trying to get me to stop drinking coffee forever, because she doesn’t like the smell (which she expressed later).

Ghetto-bitch roommate Lametria decides to introduce me to her friend’s roommate, whom she assumes I’ll get along fine with because he’s a gamer, too.
Things I learnt about “TJ”
– He’s a hyperactive gamer dweeb. He is not, by any means, a geek. He knows nothing of hardware or tech, only of face-value of the systems he “collects”
– He’s pushy. Well, not really pushy, more like he doesn’t stay in his own business, or he has no regard for other people’s business. He came into my room, while I was in there, and just started sifting through all my stuff, giddily commenting on everything I owned. Yes, boy, you’re excited, but damn, couldn’t you have asked before you got all in my stuff?
– He loves anime. He’s got furry characters. He’s writing a story of his own. He told me about it. It’s no where near as well though out as mine, though I might just be saying that because I know what’s in my head better than his. Or I could be saying it because he told me the basic plot, and it didn’t seem like anything well-planned – A story writting for the quips rather than the grand plot.
– He’s a Team Artail fan artist. He draws well, but it’s mostly copy work with slight changes to hair and the like. All females look the same, but with different hair/colors, all males look the same, different outfits/hair/etc.
– Troy works in the photo department of Walgreens. Troy has seen some rather provocative photos of TJ.

I dragged the poor boy to the arcade, he was scared off rather quickly by the massive amounts of people kicking his ass at games he though he was great at.

Other things tonight – Troy asked me to get some songs and burn a CD for him. My burner has been on the fritz for a bit – I wasted three discs before it actually worked. I had to disconnect and wait a hell of a long time for it to work properly.

Troy just phoned me – he’s waiting for a bus in front of a bar, and a team of tow trucks (seven in all) are taking a large number of people away. People are running from the bar, bribing the towers to give the car back.

My roommate is threating to fail out of school to make her parents lose a lot of money, because she’s unhappy here.

Update 2:00 pm

She got off the phone and prepared to go out for a cigarette, so I joined her. She’s actually the only roommate I can almost tolerate right now, so I decided to play the “good friend” and listen to her vent. Yay me.

Is social interaction with people who think that appearance is more important than character even worth it?

I’ve got no problem that Ashley is a stripper.
I’ve got no problem that Kara’s a fucking lush.
I’ve got no problem that Lametria’s dumb as bricks.

I do have a problem that they think that because I have internet access, and they pay rent here, that they are entitled to use my connection without paying for the costs.

This is not Road Rules or The Real World.
They are not my friends.
They are not my sisters.
They share an apartment with me, nothing else.
I do not wish to spend time with them, ever.

Well, my new roommate is moving in at four am.

EDIT: Nope, the message taker was a git. New roomie called, she’s coming in at 10AM

Candice came home at around 1:30 pm today (she didn’t come home the night before) and has been sleeping since then.

I am so glad to be already showered. It’s 10:46, and as far as Candace knows, I just woke up.

And she just got in the shower.

The fucking bitch did it again.

Christ, she’s fucking stupid. She wakes up a full three hours before me, and doesn’t take a shower until the moment I get up.

Fuck it, I’m going to class late.

Update: The bitch gets out of the shower fifty minutes after she gets in.

I get in the shower 7 minutes after that, because she’s decided that she NEEDS to apply her makeup in the bathroom. (there’s 3 mirrors elsewhere in the apartment, yet she needs that one.)

I get in the shower, spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom altogether, including changing clothes.

I walk out of the bathroom, and the bitch LOCKED THE FUCKING BEDROOM DOOR.

So I wait another ten minutes for her to get out of there, so I can get my stuff for class.

Dammit, bitch, have some fucking consideration.

Candice fails to realize that we are not friends with her, we merely live with her.

Today, she decided to bitch to Jessica about me.

“I bet she just told Jake flat out that the bottles were mine, she probably didn’t even try to cover for me!” She says.

Why the fuck would I risk anything for that bitch? She seems to think that she’s done nothing wrong.

One of her excuses that she thought of telling Jake to get her off the hook for having 10 partially empty Corona bottles sitting on the counter was that she had a “bottle cap collection.”

…

One more thing.

Candace walked in while Jessie and I were reading my LJ, and Jessie asked, “Is there anything in there about me?” before we noticed she was there. I said, “Nothing bad.” Then Can chimed in, “What about me?”

ARG. “I’ve got stuff about everyone in there.”

“Can I read?” She asks.

“No, it’s my diary. I’m only showing Jessie the funny stuff.”

“Yeah, she won’t even let me read most of it,” Jessie pipes in. Thank you, Jess.

Can tries to read over my shoulder, but I keep the screen pinned to the Ninja Missions.

After a while, she gives up, sprays on a bunch of awful smelling perfume, and walks off.

I get home.

News: Jessie bought her cell phone.
News 2: Candice has purchased CASES of alcohol and has been consuming it all day.

News 3: At the arcade, I started a new craze. Random … on hard mode. I was the first to try it, and I’m still the only one who can do it.
News 4: I tried Beethoven on Hard for the first time today. C.
News 5: I tried Turkey March today. F. OH WELL. At least I tried!
News 6: See 3, but replace Hard with Doubles.

Okay, a few things about yesterday.

Some people just don’t know what to ask when shopping.

When I mentioned that I needed to go to Walgreens to get some bathroom cleaner, Jessie asked if I’d go cell phone shopping with her. At first, I thought it was because she just figured we could go do stuff at the same time. Nope.

We go into Radio shack, and she had me doing all the talking, asking about all the features, battery life, screen sizes, rate plans, etc.

(While I was talking, the manager handed me an application and said “We need good people.”)

Second thing about yesterday.

I called my grandmother, because, frankly, I was worried. I had that dream about her, and last time I had a dream about her, she was hurt. So I called.

:]

lub gramma

She said my brother and I are her favorite grandchildren. (out of 8 misfits total) :o
Grammy usually doesn’t say things like this, so I actually believe her.
More proof: I’m the only person she’s giving her gingerbread recipe to. She never gave it to any of her kids :o

Coffee grounds spilt in trash bin. Not mine.

Min asks me to clean them up because it’s my coffee machine.

I said no. They are not my grounds, and I am not Candice’s maid.

Min cleans.

The kitchen smells like three week rotted food because Candice never does her dishes. She’s too busy dirtying more dishes to notice. She uses up her clean ones, then uses up our clean ones, and then lets them sit in their own mildewy filth.

I washed them all. I said to her, “That is the last time I’m doing other people’s dishes.” She’ll probably retort with something alluding to my dirty room.

I should remind you that my “dirty room” is nothing more than books and clothes strewn about, not old food and dishes left to fester.
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Damn that bitch.

She still hasn’t done her dishes from weeks ago. Not only that, it’s 10:47 AM and she’s drunk off her box of Corona, which she finished by herself this morning.

Candice used some of my milk without asking. Bitch. And it wasn’t just some. It was HALF THE FUCKING JUG.

Okay, I’m a very lazy, sloppy, messy person, who really doesn’t care if her room looks like a pack of wild geese have been through it

So you know it’s pretty serious when I get pissed about cleanliness issues.

The dishes have been sitting there for five days.

CLEAN YOUR FUCKING DISHES, CANDICE.

Update 1: Family friendly dream:

Some company was testing some radioactive shite, and somehow, this related to planet of the apes. There was also a game in which one must escape without being seen by the guards. Tough game, I say! They made it damned near impossible. The guards were WW2 gestapo types.