I'm glad I went, it was cool just to hang out and stuff. I wished we lived a little closer, it was nice to hang out with someone cool and normal for once and getting to relive inside jokes and funny movies. We went and visited Jon at his new job at this restaurant and have him serve us. Then we went to Jon's apartment and made fun of his freaky roomate. I can't tell if this guy is gay or a mama's boy or what. But he has little "checklists" for Jon's "chores" and he buys noriche yoplait shakes. What guy buys those? He also has a fake plant on his porch. Anyway, so we also spent some time snooping through his room to see what we could find. There was a lot of semi-interesting stuff--this guy is such a weirdo, haha.
I had to drive home early this morning to go to work, which sucked. But I got to leave early because my eyes were really hurting. I don't know if I have written about this in here, but I have an infection in my eyes and it is not really going away, even though I've already been to the doctor. If it is not significantly better by monday, I am going to go back to the doctor.
I don't know what I'm going to do tonight. I think I am going to spend part of my time working on Erick's Valentine's day/birthday present. I have two tests next week so I want to get most of his stuff done tonight so I can spend the rest of this week studying.
I don't know what it is, but I am going through one of those periods where every single thing my roomate does annoys me. So I'm going to bitch about it. So she is getting ready for work and she starts complaining about how this tank top she is wearing under her shirt is too short and how it keeps shrinking every time she washes it. I have told her over and over again that since that shirt has spandex, she needs to wash it in cold water, with delicates, or both, and that she needs to hang dry it. She continues to put it in the dryer. Use some common sense, I worked at the dry cleaners for two years so take my advice. Spandex+water+heat=shrink. And I tell her this all the time and she just doesn't listen.
Then she always goes on and on about how her pants are "way too loose," (which they AREN'T, believe me), and how they always fall down when she wears them. This is your own stupid fault because she refuses to wear a belt. She complains they fall, I tell her to wear a belt, then she either says that she doesn't want to wear a belt or that the ones she has do not "match." Stop being a cheapscate and buy one at wal-mart for $7.
I am so tired of her complaining about everything all the time, especially when it is her own damn fault. I don't want to hear about it. Anyway, I'm done bitching. Sorry ya'll had to suffer through my bitterness. :)
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