not cool

So, I don't have a ride to the shoot anymore. The girl said that something came up and that she wouldn't be able to work on the film. I knew it was too good to be true. I got the nerve to ask this other guy who is in my film class and is also working on the film. He said that he'd give me a ride. Of course, with my "trust no one" mantra, I'll have my knife in my back pocket during the ride, and if he tries anything he gets a swift karate kick to you-know-where. He emailed me back today, and he said he wasn't on the call sheet. So, no ride again. He said if he happens to work on my day--Sunday--then he'd be able to take me. Let's hope it works out. Let's hope something works out so that I can get a ride to and from the shoot.

I'm sick of my flatmates. One of them, primarily. I rearranged the furniture so that we could use this other chair to face the tv. It's been facing all the other chairs and was pretty much useless. To make use of this chair, I had to move one of the side tables closer to the window. This side table is usually next to the couch. Everyone was happy with this new arrangement until yesterday.

Last night, while I was sleeping, my flatmate, put all the furniture back to where it was before. Three nights ago, she had complained that she missed the side table being by the couch because "that's where I put my drinks". There's a coffee table in front of the couch. Is it really too much to reach down and put your stupid coffee lattes and stupid vegan snacks on the coffee table, you hypocrite? She ate brownies the other day that had milk in them, and she ate cheesecake last month. Talk about scruples.

Anyway, I was pretty pissed, but I'm dealing with this by just letting it go and not saying anything. I can't let it get to me. She's not a "good" person, if you know what I mean. I think I'm a pretty good judge of character. Being an outsider, a watcher, an observer, will do that to you. And she's not a good person. She's inconsiderate and totally dependent. She's messy, and she doesn't clean up after herself. She likes being the center of attention. When we all eat at the dining center together, she just has to tell some hilarious story so she can laugh out loud in her loud, annoying way. I don't like being the type of person who rails on people, but I just can't hold this in any longer, and I had to vent. I'm just glad that I'm not living with her next year.

It makes you wonder...She has a lot of friends, or acquaintances, I can't really distinguish the two, and yet how come she didn't make living arrangements with them at the start of the year? Most of them live in this very building. So there's that. Second, why does she want to live with us again next year? She asked if we (L. and I) wanted to get an apartment with her. NNNOOOO!!! I'm guessing it's because no one else wants to live with her. L. and I are really good flatmates--we're clean, and nice, and good people (we are!). We actually do our chores. Ugh.

I just got to have the attitude of the knife--cut her out of my life and say "it's finished". Come May, this will all be over, and we won't have to live with her again. I will continue to be nice and respectful toward her for the rest of the semestre. I will listen nicely to her stupid, mundane stories. Laugh at her jokes. Enjoy her vegan snacks when she offers them to me. But come May--the knife. Cut her off; it has ended there.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

things I'm enjoying:
1. my hair--it's growing oh-so-nicely
2. anything having to do with film
3. sunny days
4. graham crackers
5. being with good people