Fjelstad 308
For those of you who are in college, you probably know that now is the time when everyone starts getting pissed. Finals are coming up. Projects are due. Tensions are running high in the classroom. But for me, it's my roommates. I can handle doing projects, writing papers, and studying. But how do you escape the people you live with when everything they do starts to piss you off?
For example: Tuesday morning, I have class at 8 and before I went to class I checked my email and such and left my laptop open. When I returned from class, I sat down at my computer (because as you all know I'm obsessed with this thing) and there was a sticky, grainy substance on my keyboard. I ask myself, was this substance there this morning? The obvious answer is, of course, no. So I grab a paper towel, put a little water on it and procede to meticulously rid my computer of this disgusting matter, meanwhile searching my little brain for any trace of what it might be. And suddenly, it dawns on me. Hairspray. Someone got hairspray on my computer. So I ask politely, "Did either of you use hairspray over here this morning?" And Beth* vehemently says, "No!" So I continue scrubbing. When Beth* leaves for class, Anna* procedes to tell me that Beth* had in fact been using A LOT of hairspray in the general vicinity of my precious computer. And then she LIED ABOUT IT. This, as you can imagine, ticked me off. But what is a girl to do? Yeah, there was some crap on my computer, but she lied. And that's the part that upsets me most. Kinda makes me wonder, what else has she lied about?
This morning, as I was leaving for class, I looked at the fire alarm and seriously considered pulling it just to make her have to get up on her only day to sleep in. Hey, a girl's gotta get her revenge somehow.
*Names have been changed.
For example: Tuesday morning, I have class at 8 and before I went to class I checked my email and such and left my laptop open. When I returned from class, I sat down at my computer (because as you all know I'm obsessed with this thing) and there was a sticky, grainy substance on my keyboard. I ask myself, was this substance there this morning? The obvious answer is, of course, no. So I grab a paper towel, put a little water on it and procede to meticulously rid my computer of this disgusting matter, meanwhile searching my little brain for any trace of what it might be. And suddenly, it dawns on me. Hairspray. Someone got hairspray on my computer. So I ask politely, "Did either of you use hairspray over here this morning?" And Beth* vehemently says, "No!" So I continue scrubbing. When Beth* leaves for class, Anna* procedes to tell me that Beth* had in fact been using A LOT of hairspray in the general vicinity of my precious computer. And then she LIED ABOUT IT. This, as you can imagine, ticked me off. But what is a girl to do? Yeah, there was some crap on my computer, but she lied. And that's the part that upsets me most. Kinda makes me wonder, what else has she lied about?
This morning, as I was leaving for class, I looked at the fire alarm and seriously considered pulling it just to make her have to get up on her only day to sleep in. Hey, a girl's gotta get her revenge somehow.
*Names have been changed.
posted by Kyssa at 3/23/2006 08:10:00 AM
4 Comments:
PULL IT!!! i'd do it, blame it on someone else. or say ur hand "slipped."
DO IT DO IT!! I would. BiATCH!
hahahahahahahahaha! I think I would love you even more (if that's possible) if you pulled the alarm!
If you pull it, wear a glove because I think it sprays ink all over you...But I TOTALLY know what you mean about little roommate things pissing you off.
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