| iniq ( @ 2007-09-07 20:00:00 |
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life is shit. get to know this
No heating.
As soon as I've finished my studies, I'm moving to... to... where is it warm all the time?
M had a party yesterday. The retching and belching ended around one. Yellowish vomit stains still on the floor and in the bathroom. Bastard slept till past noon. "Oh, that late already, huh?" Yeah, fucker. He did admit, however, that "it was kinda hardcore last night". O rly?
His friend came over earlier and I was feeling very 'arrgh' because M was nowhere to be found. And he's introducing himself and I'm not really into getting to know him, right? It's his training buddy. "You're going to the fitness center?" And M pops up, freshly shaved. "Nah, don't think so. Not today." Friend agrees. I snort. "Yeah, cause all you're gonna do today is wipe the piss and puke off the floor, right?" And the shiteating bastard hasn't even noticed yet that the floor's kinda gross everywhere. "What? Where?" I close the door, thinking fuck you and your disgusting friends. He follows, "sorry." Like I care if he's sorry or not. He wasn't sorry last night. I had to work today. Can't help it that some of us don't get 600 bucks a month stuffed up their asses by daddy. Thanks a lot.
Anyway. I didn't know that about this apartment beforehand. I chose this room cause it was nice and close and big and not too expensive and the kitchen looked gorgeous. But I'm getting out of here as soon as I can. That's no fucking way to live, man. I'm so cold, my fingertips are blue.
Getting information on exchange programs on Monday. Definitely not waiting any longer.
Notre Dame, IN might be too difficult/expensive to get in. Easier university - but in California sounds good. Hello, beaches.
Let me dream a bit. I'm delusional from the cold.
edit: Supernatural episodes make everything better. ♥
's just pure love, man.