Ranting and Raving

*Warning: post contains nothing but nonsense bitchings


So I don't like my new roomate. He's weird, uses my shit (the expensive stuff), and rearranges all my crap whenever he feels like. He yells on the phone in Spanish, which I don't find a very elegant language. Things have "magically" stopped working since he's been here. He holds weird hours since he works a graveyard shift 5 days a week, cooks all the time causing shit to be dirty all the time, and is just plain odd. I'm not even going to go into the Internet fiasco. Not amused.

My landlord is going to be the death of me. She's thrown out/taken crap of mine when she comes in here to "take what's hers." My beer pong table is sitting by the dumpster next to the condo, which is half mine, half Mike's. I don't appreciate the audacity she has in taking things that are mine when I don't know she's coming over and throwing it in the trash. She's supposedly selling this place and "doesn't think I'll have to be out before May 30." Which screws me in that I'm not going to find a place in Colorado to live for 2 months. Which makes my trip back East much closer than expected. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. Reasoning with her is out of the question.

I've made no progress on any Grad applications for next year and thinking about it makes me want to throw up. And for that matter, people can stop asking me about it too. Or else I'll throw up on you.

I'm driving back East in about 2 weeks and have no driving partner. I've had a few promises fall through and I'm not happy about the situation. 26 hours one way and another 26 back by myself across the country doesn't sound like a stellar time. I have a feeling the trip home will be a bit awkward between not having really anywhere to belong, and seeing friends that have changed. (And I mean that in a good way, it's just not the same). I feel I've been replaced by both family and friends because I took the alternate route this year. I haven't seen anyone in months and everything has moved on without me. I'd spend less time in that week and half in NJ/PA if I could, but I can't drive 50 hours in a few days. This isn't a "screw you all" statement, just a frustrating realization.

All these issues are petty and I'm really just being a big baby about all of it. But you know how it is when all goes wrong all at the same time. I want to throw a temper-tantrum like a 2 year old. I want to scream as loud as I can and hope it helps to release a lot of my anxiety and stress. I'd ski it out, but I'm working double-time to make enough money to actually make this drive back East. So I have no more ski days, an odd roomate, a landlord that's the spawn of satan, no life next year, and a shitty week and half back East. Someone slap me and tell me to get over myself.