The Dragon's Keep

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.

posted by Erin Duncan @ 2:49 PM