passive aggressive...ness...?
So I think I've figured out what the deal with my roomie Viola is. Judging by what she said last time, my guess is that she thinks I'm lazy, and so lately she's been finding ways of getting back at me without being flat-out mean. Ever since clean checks last weekend, I brought my mattress out into the front room to sleep out here at night, since my room is a mess of packing boxes and such and I really don't feel like doing much about it since I'm leaving in a week anyway and I'll just have to redo everything. Besides, I sleep better out here because the cool air actually gets to me, and I don't feel like I'm going to fall off all the time. At least, I
would sleep better. See, Viola isn't taking any classes this semester, and she finally has an internship all lined up, as well as housing and everything she
needs. So she doesn't
need to be on the internet constantly, yet she is. All she ever does is get on the deviantart website to browse through and favorite artwork that she likes. Now, I'm not criticizing the total waste of time that it is, because Heaven knows that I'm constantly online wasting time as well. But I go to bed at a decent hour because I work at 8 in the morning and I still have classes and stuff for another week. What I object to is the fact that she
stays on that freakin' site sometimes until 2 or 3 in the morning, or never goes to bed at all, and she sits out here in the kitchen doing it, KEEPING ME THE FREAK UP WITH HER. I asked her why she doesn't do what she does in her own room, and she told me it's because she doesn't want to keep Alex up, who sleeps in the same room as her. Oh, so you prefer to keep
me up instead. Thanks; thanks a lot.
I'm STILL trying to figure out what I did to piss her off, because she WILL NOT talk about things with us. We ask if there's anything we can do for her. "Oh no, I don't want to be a burden." We get her treats while we're out just for the heck of it, as gifts. "Oh I'll have to get you something now to pay you back." She won't tell us her age or birthday, "nothing's wrong" when something clearly is, etc. She refuses to let us be her friends. Well, that's fine. You go on being Miss Priss and stuck-up and pretending to be nice, but I'm pretty good at telling the difference between it and the real thing, and I'm getting sick of trying so hard to be friends when you clearly don't like me, and just play at it.
Sorry for the ranting, but this is getting old.
a little nit-picky, aren't we?
I think I've finally hit the breaking point with my roommate Viola. She's from the Ukraine, and so communication is sometimes a bit difficult, but this is more than just that. For instance, she's just a bit too pushy sometimes. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, because I know her heart is in the right place, but for crying out loud, when I say I don't want to do something, I have my reasons and pushing me will only make me grumpy, whether I finally give in or not! A good example of this is the one class, an online class, that she took this semester. In order for her to get an A, she had to recruit a certain number of people to participate with her in 8 spiritual discussions throughout the semester. Naturally, she turned to us, her roomies, as a first option. She asked if I would take part in it, and I politely refused because I've already done it
several times, and I really didn't want to do it all over again. But she just kept pushing, and so I kept politely explaining to her that I'd already done it more than once, and
really didn't feel like doing it anymore, until finally she had to go and give me the guilt trip over it being a wonderful experience and I'm her roomie and yadda yadda yadda. I could see she wouldn't take "no" for an answer, so I eventually gave in and did it. Again. Now, I don't mind the easy A now that all's said and done, but the bottom line is she is constantly, albeit subtlely, pushing and shoving and making me feel guilty over stupid things!
Take tonight for another example. We have "white glove" clean checks in my dorm this weekend because next weekend is General Conference and the weekend after that we're going home. There are four "jobs" in the apartment, and four of us, and since I had some free time tonight, I wanted to get a head start on things. Not wanting to just take the easiest job and leave the hardest stuff for everyone else, I chose to scrub down the bathroom. I have plans tomorrow night, so I wanted to get my part done so I can go hang out with Lindsey and still get a good night's rest so I can do homework on Saturday and Sunday. Anyway, I got it all scrubbed down nice, except for the floor and my room, which I'll do tomorrow so that they stay nice for the actual check on Saturday morning. Then Viola walked in, and I apologized for the mess from all the stuff I pulled out of the bathroom so I could clean
all the surfaces, at which point she looked all upset. She told me they had decided to draw the jobs out of a hat, so to speak, and wondered why I hadn't waited. I told her I didn't know about that decision, and that I wanted to get a jump on things and not be up all night tomorrow. She went on to say that the reason they had made that decision was so that no one could just claim the easiest job and leave everyone else with the hard stuff. I told her that's why I chose to do the bathroom, and she was like "well yes, but that's an easy job." Excuse me, what? Yeah, she really said that. And you know what? I'm over it. I'm just sick of her making me feel inferior. She has major issues that would take too long for me to go into, and that would just be sinking to her level. So I'm over it. I've ranted, it's out of my system, done. Let her be the stuck-up brat she chooses to be.
Flickr update
I just uploaded a bunch of pictures to
my Flickr account. Worth taking a gander if you feel so inclined.
Also, the early entrance into Daylight Savings Time kind of threw me off temporarily. >_O Why is it that so many of you people out there wanted more of it so badly?
I'm Back
Got back from Utah a week ago, bringing with me a nice little cold. :| I'm just glad it wasn't anything worse, seeing as my
wonderful cousin, Stephanie, didn't mention the fact that she had bronchitis until *after* she'd been hanging around all day long. Stupid girl... *mutters* But that's another story and we won't go into that.
Fortunately, even though I'm still a bit under the weather, things are better overall. Friday night was a well-deserved, wonderful evening. My roomie's mom was in town, and so she drove us around all night. We went to Broadway Revue on campus, then went and got some really good Chinese food at a restaurant I hadn't been to before, then went bowling for a little while, then went and had Cold Stone ice cream. Cake batter with gummy bears. Mmmmmm... :]
