Doesn’t ranting feel so good? I mean, just getting it off your chest. It doesn’t really help solve the problem but just saying it does a lot. I’ll get to ranting in a little. But first, WIAW.
I had an unpictured banana while heading to class and trying to not freeze my butt off.
I spent most of the afternoon in the library. Partly to get away from the dorm and partly to get some work done. Before I left, I made a lunch.
I made some great progress in the library. Including finding this article.
WAHHHHHH! My day got instantly worse 😦 I had hopes of a reunion concert but I guess I’ll just have to move on…somehow, someway. (Dramatic much? Nahhh. Not when they were your first concert!)
The polenta is my fav thing that the dining hall has so I was excited when I saw it. Dinner tonight = a success.
Ready for the rant? Okay here we go. (Luckily my roommates don’t read my blog. But if they start to, I will delete this post and deny ever writing it.) 😉
In my dorm, there are four of us. Two in one room, two in another. A, the one in my room, is great. We get along great. Things are good. Then C and J live in the other room. C is super sweet. Sadly though, she is moving out next semester due to financial troubles. Then there is J. We’re probably the closest out of all the roommates because we have a lot of classes together but at the same time, she can be so dramatic. And I hate drama. Hate it.
- Everyone has different tastes in music. I respect that. But whenever a Taylor Swift song comes on, she makes a gagging face and sound. Really? It’s not like I do that when she turns on some of that head banging metal stuff.
- For awhile, we were hanging out with some other friends. Then J got in a fight with them and now we don’t hang out with them anymore. I had to go to the library the other night and then when I came back, she was all pissed off. I brushed it off. Then I heard her talking on the phone, “This is the last straw. I can’t believe she would do that.” When she got off the phone, I asked what was wrong. She said she was mad because I went to hang out with those people. Did I say I was going to hang out with them? No. No I didn’t. I did what I said I was going to do. I went to the library.
- When I came back from the library, I found her friend, a guy, wearing my rain boots. MY rain boots. He thought it would be funny…I didn’t laugh. When I asked J why she let him where them, she just shrugged. Then I told her, “You know I’m a germaphobe, right.” Her answer: “I know.” She let him wear them because she was mad at thinking I was going to hang out with those people. Mature, right?
- Then, I found out that she has been letting her friends ride my bike. I leave my bike inside because it’s a nice bike. I don’t want to risk getting rust on it by locking it up outside. And I told my roommates, “Please don’t ride this.” But J decided to let others ride my bike. And not just around campus. Somebody rode it across the street to 7-11. So now, I have it locked up to my bed. It makes me so frustrated! What makes her think that she can just use or wear my things. And then the coming to conclusion part really made me mad. Hopefully, going home for a month will make me feel refreshed.
Best Friend – Stephanie. Through thick and thin, she has stuck by my side ❤
Any rants you want to get off your chest?