I HATE MY ROOMMATES!!!

Ok, so I know this is the second blog in one day, but I have to vent!! I just spent the last half hour cleaning the microwave, which is above the stove, so I had to kneel on a stool to be able to reach it. I am so incredibly pissed and tired of cleaning up other people's messes. It was COMPLETELY splattered with tomato sauce, so apparently someone decided to put spaghetti or something in there without a cover and it blew up everywhere. Then, instead of cleaning it up like a normal person, they just left it like that!! It's been like that since I came home last night from class. I thought I would give the person, whichever one of them it was, time to clean it up, but apparently they felt they didn't need to. So today, after doing my dishes, while there is still a sink and a half of the others' left in the kitchen, I decided to clean off the stove and counters since if I don't, they'll never get cleaned. There was something greasy on the stove top, and, believe it or not, HAIR on the island counter top. I'm not just talking about one strand. I mean, like, a huge CLUMP. WTF PEOPLE?!?! This is where we eat and prepare food!!!!!! And, someone last night made macaroni and cheese, dropped a noodle, and left it for me to step in. Believe it or not, this was not the first piece of food I had stopped on that day. No! In the morning I was greeted by a wonderful piece of lettuce that had fallen out of someone's HAMBURGER they were eating, and neglected to finish IN THE BATHROOM!!!!!! I always ask my one roommate "S" about these things, because she is the only one of us who brings people in the apartment, besides "D" who will bring her family in sometimes. When I went to bed the night before the lettuce/hamburger incident, there was no lettuce, no hamburger in the bathroom garbage, and no ketchup on the bathroom counter. When I woke up at 8 something the next morning, there it was. "S" is the only person who would bring in stupid ass people who would do something like that. She helps with Freshman Seminar classes here at school, so she is ALWAYS bringing Freshman guys in here. Last night: two. I know it was someone she let in here, yet every time I bring up these things to her, she denys, avoids, changes the subject, or completely acts like she has no idea what I'm talking about. Right, like she didn't see a hamburger sticking out of our garbage can. ALSO, in the bathroom, "someone" (apparently it was a ghost because everyone denies this too) a week or so ago, was leaving bloody pads UNWRAPPED in the garbage!! THAT IS FRICKEN DISGUSTING!!! Like I want to look at someone's nasty period blood! I don't even like my own!!! (Who does, anyway?) The issue before that was the lights. CONSTANTLY there would be lights on for hours and hours and hours on end when no one was using them or even in the room. The TV would be left on the whole day and the lights would never be turned off if I hadn't (and still sometimes do) turned all of it off. It's just such a waste! I mean, I grew up with not much money, and I still don't have any really, so I know that you don't waste stuff like that because it costs so much more. We don't pay a monthly bill or anything, but if enough people do that, our cost of living will go up, making our already wayyyyy too expensive tuition (about $30,000 when everything is said and done) go up. Wonderful. That's JUST what I need. And I cannot forget the FIRST issue. Someone (and I KNOW that it was either "S" or one of her stupid ass friends) STOLE $20 FROM MY PURSE!! I mean, seriously people!! We are supposed to be adults. I mean, I just have no words for that situation anymore.

Really, my whole issue is just RESPECT! I put a note on said microwave^^ which stated basically that I should not have to clean up after other people, that the microwave is a shared appliance, and if they want to live in a pigsty to do it at their own homes, and to STOP BEING DISRESPECTFUL!!!! I'm sorry if this is trivial and stupid, but I can't help but wonder if I'm just being anal and crazy, or if I really have a legitimate issue. I guess one good thing that did come from me living with my dad (yes, the sociopathic one) was that, since he is a truck driver and was gone all week except for weekends, and me being alone for basically the whole two years I was there, I learned and adapted to keeping things relatively clean and orderly. I really think I just need to live on my own so I don't have to worry about everyone else's shit. I have enough stress with school, money problems, family, having an amotional father, having had no job since the end of May and probably won't have one until the end of October, if I'm lucky, and everything else.

I seriously don't need this, but I guess I just have to suck it up and hope that I get actually GOOD roommates next year.

Dream Diary #1

Throughout my life I have had some quite interesting dreams. Many of my friends and relatives can attest to this. I know, everyone has strange dreams, but I seriously believe that my dreams pass into a different dimension of weirdness.

For example, once when I was a child, I dreamt that N'sync came over to our house and that my mom served them cookies and lemonade in our family room. Then, for no reason whatsoever, she turned into a furry, blue monster that was attacking us and chasing us around the yard.

Another example: I once dreamt (this was actually a re-occurring dream)that I was in a mansion made of gold and that I was being chased around by a person who had a gold shotgun. The mansion floor then split with this huge crack running down the middle of it, and I fell through into what I can only assume was the gateway to hell. Most everyone was trapped in this river of naked, half dead bodies, and in order to survive you had to climb your way out. Well, apparently I did because then I was facing three doors. One glowed red, one white, and one was completely black. I had to choose which one to go through, and each one gave me a particular feeling. I chose the door that was completely black because it filled me with no emotion at all, which I guessed was better than fear. Upon entering the doorway, I woke up.

See, I told you they were strange!!

Well, my most recent dream came to me the other night. I was at my dad's house (which is actually his girlfried/fiance's house, but he lives there now) and my brother and I were arguing about who should get to go into the bathroom. I wanted to take a shower, and it seemed to me like he was defying me just to be annoying (which is kind of true in real life...) So, I somehow managed to push him out of the bathroom doorway (which is amazingly impossible in real life since he's about 5'11 and a football player). I had won my territory and decided to take the shower that I thought I had rightfully won. Apparently he had other plans because he went and snitched to our Dad, saying that he was in the bathroom first and that I stole it away from him. Despite having locked the door, my Dad somehow opened it anyway and came in while I was showering and started yelling at me for taking the bathroom away from my brother and that I was not allowed to take a shower. My hair was already wet, and obviously I was naked. He pulled the shower curtain open, turned off the water, and took my clothes and every towel in the house away from my possession which was, apparently, supposed to coerce me into getting out of the shower. Well, covering my boobs up, I stomped out into the living room where his girlfriend/fiance was at (who looked COMPLETELY different than she actually does in real life) and we all started arguing. I must have woken up right about that time because I don't remember anymore.

Sometimes I wonder where I come up with this stuff...

Besides the fact that it is totally in the character of my dad to yell at me for nothing important, but to just yell at me as a means to vent his frustration with the rest of the world, it is totally in the character of my brother to pick and nag to no end until he is told not to by the only person he seems to listen to (our dad), AND the last time I was at this house, my dad and his girlfriend/fiance got in an argument about him being a sociopath. (Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention that my dad is a sociopath? [Not like a serial killer, but the whole, void of a conscience, feels not guilt or remorse, and has no compassion for other people thing.] Huh, must have slipped my mind...)

Whatever the reason for my strange dreams, all I know is that I can't wait to see what my subconscious comes up with next.

Introduction

Well Hello Internet World!

This is my first attempt ever at a blog, and I have to admit, I was inspired by my wonderful friend Roxie. It seems like such a good way to just collect your ideas and vent when you think no one really wants to listen!

I guess to start off, I should tell you a little about myself to establish a background. I'm a 21 (woohoo!!) year old WOMAN (Oh yes, W-O-M-A-N!) from the wonderful, beautiful, glorious, and understated state of Ohio!! I know, you're thinking, how on Earth can anything exciting be going on there with all the farm land and impoverished cities? Trust me, it's possible! I know the ends of both ways of life, and I really have to say that I prefer life in the country any day!! Being in the city is just too crouded, too noisy, and too much of a hassel for me. I guess it just seems more peaceful to me in the country where if you're steamed about something, you can just jump in your car and drive for 20-30 miles without running into anything but farm land and scenery. It's good for the soul, and I think anyone who has a problem with being in the country, probably doesn't like it because they can't deal with being with themselves for that long of a period of time without having something to do, somewhere to go, or someone to see.

My major at school is Forensic Psychology, which means that I probably should get over my aversion to city life, but my real deep-down passion is writing. I wouldn't have started this blog if it wasn't!! I find it therapeutic in a way; to just sit somewhere and organize my thoughts out in words helps me think and helps my mind shut up for a little while! So, if writing is my passion, why am I going to school for Forensic Psychology?? Well, I plan to write psychological thrillers/horrors (the horror part is really the label that publishing companies put on it, but I don't really like that title). My Forensic Psychology degree with help me for one, know what the hell I'm talking about, and two, give me something to fall back on if, after all, people think I'm not so great at the whole writing thing. I wrote my first piece of fiction when I was about 11 and showed it to my Mom who thought that I had pirated it from somewhere off the internet. Thanks, Mom. After a little convincing, she finally got that I actually thought of this story (which had something to do with a haunted house if I recall correctly), and ever since then she has been my biggest supporter (with everything actually, not only writing). My first book started when I was about 13-14, and I didn't end up finishing it until I was about 19. Wow. I guess it's really a good thing that it took me so long to finish since I was in school (which, obviously I still am...), and it felt like the hugest weight lifted off my shoulders when I finally did finish it. I had actually accomplished something at the age of 19 that most people in their lives will never do. I really was amazed at myself. Now, being 21, I am in the midst of my second book (which, in my opinion, is far better than the first, which I doubt I would ever try and have published). Everyone who has read what I have written (to date, I'm on Chapter 21 to be exact [which is 37,782 words]) has told me that it's bound to be a smashing success, but really I always have that little voice in the back of my mind that says "but they're just family and friends who are biased and would tell me it was good no matter what". I know that I will go back and read through it though and become astonished because I can't believe such great description and story telling has come from me. It's a very strange experience.

Besides my personal career goals, I just hope to be a good person, a good Christian, and somehow become someone important enough for people to remember.