Wow. You know, it took forever for university to get there, and now my first semester is almost over. I have my first exam on tuesday then another on wednesday. I really need to crack down today and get some review done.
Hopefully I’ll hear back about my room transfer sometime this week.
So ever once in a while I just go off of livejournal. It happens, but I"M BACK!
Some of my stuff was broken by my roomates. The wires on my egg slicers were snapped and one of the handles on my kitchen scissors were broken. Now understandably, I was pretty pissed off. This stuff isn’t cheap. I found this stuff on Thursday night. I gave myself a day to cool down. Then on the weekend, I asked my roomates, individually, if they knew what happened to my stuff. Two out of three (the three I’m having problems with!) didn’t even know what an egg slicer was. My roomate did, but she said that she didn’t touch it. I even asked my MIA-most-of-the-time roomate if she knew, which she didn’t.
I’m sorry, but stuff like this just doesn’t break all by itself. Egg slicers can be snapped by trying to slice something that’s not soft, ie a potato. Scissor handles are a little harder to break. So what my logic is telling me is broken egg slicer + broken scissors= someone cut the wires. How would I find both broken at the same time. It just doesn’t make sense. Someone knows what happened to my stuff. If one of my horrible roomates know, the other two most likely do, since they’re all close. Something’s going on here. If it was an accident on both counts, then just tell me. Don’t just leave it to be found. People can be so retarded at times, it’s kind of funny.
Speaking of roomates, Lindsey can’t stand to be in the same room as me anymore. She gets up, get’s her laptop and goes to work in the living room. Suites me fine, which means I get our room all to myself. Doesn’t bother me. I have no problem being in the same room as her. I don’t know what her problem is.
All I can hope for is that I get that room transfer and that I don’t end up with roomates that are even worse.
In my last post, I mentioned that some of my stuff was broken by my roomates. The wires on my egg slicers were snapped and one of the handles on my kitchen scissors were broken. Now understandably, I was pretty pissed off. This stuff isn’t cheap. I found this stuff on Thursday night. I gave myself a day to cool down. Then on the weekend, I asked my roomates, individually, if they knew what happened to my stuff. Two out of three (the three I’m having problems with!) didn’t even know what an egg slicer was. My roomate did, but she said that she didn’t touch it. I even asked my MIA-most-of-the-time roomate if she knew, which she didn’t.
I’m sorry, but stuff like this just doesn’t break all by itself. Egg slicers can be snapped by trying to slice something that’s not soft, ie a potato. Scissor handles are a little harder to break. So what my logic is telling me is broken egg slicer + broken scissors= someone cut the wires. How would I find both broken at the same time. It just doesn’t make sense. Someone knows what happened to my stuff. If one of my horrible roomates know, the other two most likely do, since they’re all close. Something’s going on here. If it was an accident on both counts, then just tell me. Don’t just leave it to be found. People can be so retarded at times, it’s kind of funny.
Speaking of roomates, Lindsey can’t stand to be in the same room as me anymore. She gets up, get’s her laptop and goes to work in the living room. Suites me fine, which means I get our room all to myself. Doesn’t bother me. I have no problem being in the same room as her. I don’t know what her problem is.
All I can hope for is that I get that room transfer and that I don’t end up with roomates that are even worse.
Speaking of stuff that’s worse, what’s almost worse then the bitches from hell that I live with is when people don’t pull their weight on assignments. My history group has an essay due on Friday. Three members have basically done no work towards it. Right now, I’m super sick so I can’t interpret anything to save my life. One person out of my group is helping me. Thank god for Isaac otherwise I’d be so fucked. He’s doing all the research and interpreting and stuff and I’m writing it since he said I was the better writer. Which would be fine…if he would pick up his damn cell so we could get together and work on it. I hauled ass to get my other projects done this week so I would have the time to work on the essay. I hate doing things last minute like this, but this is what you get for group essays.
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My name is Kayla, a 20 year old University student. I'm currently attending U of G with a major in History and minor in Sociology. I love to read, write and play my alto saxophone. This is just a personal blog that contains my musings on life. Want to do a link exchange?? Drop a comment on my blog and I'll get back to you a.s.a.p