(Not So) Personal Space

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Fucking hell, control your temper. And stop making it seem like it's my fault shit happens. And because your pissed doesn't give you the right to treat my car and my backpack like punching bags.

Monday, February 20, 2006

PMS

Oh my god am I in a horrible mood today. I woke up late cuz I went to bed too late and didn't set my alarm correctly. I was supposed to go play some tennis in the morning but it was already too late when I woke up. He is still messing around with his code. I'm sorry but I don't have any sympathy for his situation. I've lost stuff too, not code, but writing and believe me I do know how upsetting it is. It's hard to be sympathetic when someone is so absorbed in their code that they don't leave their house for a week. ARGH.

I wanna go back to South America. I miss my family there. I like their lifestyle.

I dont even know what to say now. This blog is supposed to help me vent but I dont have anything more to say. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

You just lost all your code. Good job, man. You need to get away from your computer for a while anyway. You have been sitting there for 3 full days now. You probably didn't even see what beautiful weather we've had the past few days. I really wanted to go outside and enjoy it but you were stuck to your screen all day. I also wanted to get our papers signed for studying abroad but for the past week you said "we'll do it tomorrow." Hello... we have one month left to have our flights paid for. I don't want to get stuck finding my own flight and taxi/bus/subway/whatever through unknown foreign streets on my first day there. You have been talking giberish to me on IM all day for the past 3 days. CSS PHP HTML DREAMWEAVER CONTENT MANAGEMENT SYSTEMS. For God's sake speak English, man. Why don't we have a decent conversation about something other than your website for a change? Why don't we get our homework done that's been sitting on a table, lonely, since last Thursday? Why don't we go play some tennis so we can both lose some more weight?

I'm feeling annoyed. I'm annoyed by the black bags on all the windows of your house. I don't like being shut out from the sunlight and fresh air when I'm at your house. I'm annoyed at at all the tv we watch at your house, while we eat, while I try to do my homework alone (same homework that you are procrastinating on), while there really isn't anything good on. I'm annoyed that you act like a baby sometimes when you don't get what you want. Why can't we study separately? We don't read at the same speed anyway. Why do I have to eat when you eat? Maybe I'm not hungry and maybe I don't want to spend money eating out when I can eat something better and cheaper at home. I'm annoyed when you're annoyed by other people. Just don't listen to them. Stop being so sensitive. I'm annoyed that you can't stand crowds and that you avoid going out in the evenings and on weekends just because its crowded or there is traffic. It's called being social. It's called having a life. It's called leaving your little social-phobic, germ-phobic black hole of a house. It's called trying something new.

I'm tired of burgers and quesadillas and deep fried chicken and french fries and tacos. I'm tired of sitting in someone elses house all day "to avoid my mom", where the windows are covered with trashbags and the tv is always on. There is never any silence. Or nature. Or movement. I'm tired of being pulled away from my diet. I'm tired of hearing about your website. I'm tired of going shopping with you and following you around the store and being dragged out cuz you didn't find what you were looking for. I'm tired of the fact that if I go to look at things I wanna look at you get upset cuz you have to do your stuff alone. I'm a solitary person. I grew up that way. I learned to rely on myself. I want to do things my way. I'm tired of following your ways all the time. I want to exercise and eat healthy and be more social and be a good student and have a future and I want you to do those things with me. We are different people. I'm having a hard time working with that. I try to work with you but its like we can't find a balance. You want yours and I want mine and neither of us knows when we've had enough. I want you to listen to my opinions. When you ask for my opinions and reject all of them, you might as well have never asked for them in the first place. I want you to let me eat what I want to eat. I want you to respect the fact that I would rather not spend money on restaurant food more than once a week. I think that is fair. Harshest one: I want you to stop feeling like you are entitled to whatever you want from me. We are not married. My money is not your money. My stuff is not your stuff. If you want Taco Bell and I wasn't planning on going to your house that particular evening, go and get it yourself. I am busy. By the way, my future is not yours to control. If I want to go to college until I'm fifty that is my choice. Don't try and discourage me from transfering to a certain school because you are ready to settle down. If you wanted to do the same I wouldn't even question it.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Wasted Day

So bored. I've been home all day sick with a cold. I slept the whole afternoon. I watched tv when I was awake. I feel better now so I dunno what to do with myself. I have homework but it's not due for like 2 more weeks and it's a very mindless rewriting-stuff type of homework.

Bored. Argh.