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winter_rogueok, went and just sort of collapsed on my bed. a half hour later i'm being woken up by someone demanding i do my dishes. i stumble into the kitchen and low and behold? to take care i've my dishes i've got to unload the clean load of dishes which just cutoff which they started without telling me and were therefore the cause of my still having dirty dishes in the sink. this after same said person lazed around on their arse all day, mucking about with pears and zucchini all morning, and not getting dressed until 4 in the fucking afternoon. this is after i asked them very nicely yesturday to take 30 minutes out of their "busy" schedual so they could drive me into town real quick so i could pick up more contact cleaner. which they have not done and--because its sunday--the few places which carry the brand i need will probably have closed already.
to bring my frustration and generally pissed-off feelings toward this person into closer view: i have bad eye site. very very very bad eyesight. without contacts, people's finger? blur together at 10-15 feet. i have one pair of crap glasses (which are actually hobbled together from 2 old broken pairs in an act of desperation when i broke a contact right before finals) the only problem is the perscription is so old and weak they give me worse headaches then their worth.
so, i run out of contect cleaner, i'm screwed. simple as that.
and its cold. and i want to turn this floody ceiling fan off cause its right above my head and i'm shivering here its so cold. but i know that if i turn it off someone will get upset and i'll get yelled at.
and my family wonders why my dream is to finish my degree, never marry, buy a topfloor flat, and live with a cat. just a cat. lonely? hah! i'd be in heaven.
sometimes, politeness and the biting of one's tongue to keep peace is just.not.worth.it
and i probably feel like some spoiled brat who's complaining about her problems which she's just blowing out of purportion but i cant help it. sorry for cluttering up everyones flist.
*goes off to sulk and scrounge up something hot to drink*
to bring my frustration and generally pissed-off feelings toward this person into closer view: i have bad eye site. very very very bad eyesight. without contacts, people's finger? blur together at 10-15 feet. i have one pair of crap glasses (which are actually hobbled together from 2 old broken pairs in an act of desperation when i broke a contact right before finals) the only problem is the perscription is so old and weak they give me worse headaches then their worth.
so, i run out of contect cleaner, i'm screwed. simple as that.
and its cold. and i want to turn this floody ceiling fan off cause its right above my head and i'm shivering here its so cold. but i know that if i turn it off someone will get upset and i'll get yelled at.
and my family wonders why my dream is to finish my degree, never marry, buy a topfloor flat, and live with a cat. just a cat. lonely? hah! i'd be in heaven.
sometimes, politeness and the biting of one's tongue to keep peace is just.not.worth.it
and i probably feel like some spoiled brat who's complaining about her problems which she's just blowing out of purportion but i cant help it. sorry for cluttering up everyones flist.
*goes off to sulk and scrounge up something hot to drink*
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Date: 2004-08-22 07:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-22 09:27 pm (UTC)