Annoyed

Don't you hate it when you're just irritable for no reason?
I've been like that all day today.

Of course, not wanting to be a total recluse for the day I went out to dinner with some people and watched a movie. They're still here hanging with my roommates but I am in my room. I don't want to be out there with everyone when all I want to do is slap them haha. I'm one of those people that needs regular breaks from other people. I like to go and hang out with people and have fun but then come back, relax, and re-center myself.

Its also annoying when they lean over mid-movie and ask you if you have eggs so they can make a mess making cookies in your kitchen.

Guest: Do you have eggs? I want to make cookies...
Me: You're not using my kitchen.
Guest: Whyyyy? *whine*
Me: Because you'll make a mess and leave it there. No.

Thankfully I seem to have won that argument. And the same person asked if they could use our coffeemaker no more than twenty minutes later. Luckily, no one in the apartment drinks coffee so we don't have one.

Its not that I don't want people to have fun when they're over, I just hate cleaning up their messes and furthermore when I'm already super irritable and PMS-ing, I don't want to deal with that. Maybe I'm just being a bitch tonight, but everyone deserves one night like that, right?

Squish

Note to Self: Never complain to your 3 large male roommates that you are cold. They will either sit on you or get into bed with you.

I made this mistake the other night and all three of them hopped onto my bed. Now it smells like boy.

Also, I informed them about my desire to write a book about my year with them and they are actually quite excited about it. They want to pick out their own names for the book rather than me referring to them by their real names. Not that they are afraid of being called out by first name in my book, but they think it would be cool.

Now I'm afraid they're going to purposely do obnoxious things in the attempt to get it into my book. Ohhhh boy.

The Blueberry Waffle Hole

Every day I live in this apartment, I become more and more convinced that I need to write a book.
Honestly, my life is ridiculous.

Last night, our revenge on one roommate got the best of us. See, he put all this food in the freezer last semester and forgot about it. Never touched it. So.... Sean moved it into the freezers of our mini-fridges (ie - beer fridges). Now, those freezers don't work very well and Sean opened the mini fridge.

The smell was overwhelming.
Unbelievable.
It was -2 outside but we still opened the sliding glass door to air the place out. It was like a bomb went off. A horrible, rancid blueberry waffle bomb.

After that fiasco, we decided to watch a movie. Since we're all mature adults, we watched Cars. About halfway through the movie, Sean gets up and here is the conversation.

Me: Where are you going?
Sean: Gonna go fart in the laundry rooom.
Me: No, don't. I have clothes in there.
Sean: Doorway?
Me: Ughhhhh....
Sean: What? At least I have the decency to do it somewhere else!

Aaaand then giggles ensued. These are the types of conversations I have come to expect. I could write an entire chapter of a book alone on farting or the blueberry waffle hole. I wonder if anyone would read it...?

Goodnight everyone and remember: Have a heart, don't fart.

Homework Sometimes Makes me Think.

I've just finished reading a couple of articles on sustainability and current product design and I have to say, we're screwed. We're all going to get cancer and the Earth is going to heat up to a billion degrees and melt us all someday.

Its unbelievable the types of things that go into everyday items that we don't even think about. Your shoes release carcinogens into the air every time you take a step. Did you know that?

Sitting on the couch is dangerous.
Drinking out of a bottle can put all sorts of toxins in your system.
The things we eat will give us cancer.

Its so easy to become resigned to this fact.
Businesses have, that's why they continue to produce products with all this crap in them. They don't care as long as they make money. At least they can afford their cancer treatment that they'll inevitably need someday.

Why is it that when you purchase something you have to fight to get it out of the package? Why do we need such a large bottle for twenty pills? And why does that bottle need to be in a padded box three times its size?

How did we become this way?
It all seems so selfish.

"Currently, more money is being spent on breast implants and Viagra than on Alzheimer's research. So, in the very near future there should be a large elderly population with impressive breasts and magnificent erections, but no recollection of what to do with them"
- Sally Feldman


That is so funny and yet so depressing all at once.

There's Nothing Like a Due Date.

Seriously.
I love days when things are due because you always feel so good afterwords (unless your project is torn to ribbons).

My iphone app is done.
It got good reviews.
I have nothing due for tomorrow.

I don't know what to do with myself!!

I'm going to watch a movie, crochet something cute, and sit on my butt.
Sounds wonderful! Simple things are the best sometimes.
The weather is perfect too which is awesome (though it gets dark far too early)!

Thanksgiving break is just a week and a half away and I cannot wait.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and a week at home sounds heavenly.

Oh hey, I have a blog... I almost forgot.

Its a good thing I remember about this thing when I'm about to start class. God forbid I'd actually pay attention for once.

Anyway.

I like to call my life right now "Adventures in Boyland" because living with guys has just been one funny/gross experience after another. I swear they have no common sense. Example?

Me: Bill, why did you put your grapes and banana in a box instead of in the garbage?
Bill: The garbage was overflowing.
Me: So.... you didn't think taking the trash out would be a good idea?
Bill: Well.. I figured we'd get to that in like an hour or something.
Me: Right. So.. its been like this for days? No wonder our apartment smells.
Bill: Yeah...

Bananas, grapes, and dryer lint are not recyclable. Just sayin'.

Also, I want to start a shop on Etsy.
I need money.

I just need to figure out what to make and sell. So far I'm thinking about designing aprons. Also, I'm learning to crochet those adorable little dolls. I crocheted a pumpkin the other day, I'll put a pic up later.

Gay Drama, as promised.

I promised Erin the other night while out drinking with one of my gay friends that I would relay the fascinating world of gay drama via blog.

So. My gay.
He's 21, same as me and listening to him talk about his love life makes me feel so normal.

He's still in love with the first guy he was with when he came out a couple of years ago. This guy, by the way, is a total d-bag but you can be sure a night out with my friend will yield a whiny conversation or sly reference to his first boyfriend.

After him it was some casual sex and then a relationship with someone more than twice his age. I believe he was 19 or 20 at the time, and his boyfriend was 47. Not only that, but I like to refer to this relationship as "the time when he was a kept man" because really all he did was have sex with the guy and get bought presents and get to live in his nice apartment in the city. This guy had fathered a child for a lesbian couple and this child was also in his life so my friend was a kept man/babysitter.

Anyway, my friend was also cheating on this guy with someone else and I'm pretty sure this boyfriend was cheating on him too. Either way they eventually broke up for one reason or another. I didn't want to open up that can of worms.

Oh, and did I mention that this guy died like... a few weeks ago? So now its really like a soap opera.

Fast forward to more casual sex probably.

And now the current boyfriend whom I am assured is under 40 but I am pretty sure he's pushing it. He is described as my friend's best friend in the world... that he has no romantic interest in but continues to have a relationship/sex with because he doesn't want to hurt him.


Gay drama makes my head spin.
But its fascinating.
And I love my gay :)