So I was sitting at the table eating breakfast the other morning and the flower pot in front of me was dying. My roommate is always bragging/showing off her flowers some boy gave her between the boy she was going to marry and this other boy she's hanging out with. But since the flowers were dead and nothing was obstructing the card that was inside I found my name was on the card. Those flowers were mine and I had no idea. I didn't bring them in the house. She must have and never told me. I assumed they were one of her many admirers gift. That kinda irks me. She eagerly shows off her flowers, but can't bother to tell me if I had flowers delivered to me? The flowers were from my doctors after the Lasik surgery. I didn't thank them at the one week appointment b/c I didn't know they sent them! They prolly sent those flowers two weeks ago and I didn't take care of them cuz I didn't think they were mine. Oy. -_- It bugs me.
Then we were talking about the gym. She has told me about three times already that she's going to do a half marathon in the fall and that she got a gym membership and that I'm welcome to come with her to the gym anytime. I told her I had my own gym membership and I go on Tues and Thurs or something. She asked why certain days and I said cuz I dont really like the gym and I have to make myself go. And she replies all bubbly like "I love the gym! I go all the time!" And boy does she. Its like her second home now she's not superglued to her ex-finance. She seriously comes home to change and go to the gym like 7pm and doesn't come home til like 11pm. Certainly she's not at the gym the whole time? It is a 24 hour gym tho. I mean I don't -hate- the gym, but its certainly not my second home. I still have a life outside of work and the gym... whatever. But she couldn't stop her annoyingness there, oh no, she had to continue. She decided, for whatever reason, to declare that she weighed less now than she did in highschool. Granted highschool for her wasn't 6+ years ago, but still. She had to announce the details "I weighed 130lbs in high school and now I'm only 120lbs".
Okay, we are all human, the first reaction/response/thought you have when someone declares their weight number? Yeah, thats right, you think about your weight. -_- Does this girl have no filter when she talks to short fat girls? Argh. So her happy annoying high voice of "I'm only 120lbs" is like ringing in my ears for the past two days. Of course, the line is being said mockingly in my head each time...
And this morning she gets up early, and apparently if she gets up early everyone else is supposed to be awake too!! Again she's blarring her music through her speakerphone on her phone just outside my door. Its come to a point when I'd rather things be tense and on edge than let her think she can just do whatever she wants in this thin-walled condo. So I opened the door and told her that earphones were a very good invention. (I will buy you some, seriously, use them) Now my point is proven when her response to my communication with her started with a "what??" (as in she can't hear me) Oy vay. She turns down the music. I repeat my sentence, which is more of a hint, that we all know she doesn't get. Then she asked "Oh were you still sleeping?" *rolls eyes* Seriously? No I was just sitting in my room doing nothing. YES I was still sleeping. Was being the key word. Now I mentioned headphones/earphones for a reason. Just b/c she turns it down cuz I'm awake now and getting ready for work doesn't mean I want to hear her music! Maybe I don't like her taste in music? Ever thought of that? We seriously need a music rule in the house. No music before 8am and no music after 10pm and on weekends, so help me, if I can't sleep in cuz of you in my own damn house.....!!
Also, Tues night her and her boy toy (sersiously, a toy, she's like a player) made dinner in the kitchen the other night and put all their dishes in the sink. I made dinner last night and she attempted to fit all of my dishes in the sink. ??? Whatever. I finally made curry! It was good and somewhat easy! Wee! Yay. But morrow she's going out of town and I bet you a thousand bucks she's going to leave her dishes there for me to clean up/wash. If I get her dishes out to wash mine and put hers back I bet she'll be gone for the weekend with no thought. Besides the fact she's been using MY dishes so technically all of MY dishes are dirty. I am NOT her mother. And my house is not going to be a slob either!
Its so comforting to me to say to myself sometimes that the dog is not mine. Every time I think about the dog and wonder if she's got water or been fed or freezing outside or whatnot, I just have to remind myself 'its not my dog' and if she's mistreating the dog she'll get her punishment one day. I know that dog hates water and she baths her all the time and even takes her in the shower with her.... weird. Poor dog. She seriously needs to clean up the dogs doo doo in the backyard. She's spreading it into the neighbors yard.