Ok, Sarah's pissed at me and I don't know why. She has been giving me attitude all day, ever since I made a kind of mean commment. The thing of it is, it wasn't even that mean. First off, you should know when I wake up, I'm not the nicest person in the world. I tend to say things that I don't really mean just because at that point of the day I'm still really tired.
Basically I said I wanted to take a nap because I hadn't slept well last night because Sarah was talking in her sleep (AGAIN). She's been talking in her sleep for the past week, and I can't sleep when people do that. So I'm sleep deprived. I'm grumpy. Sarah says, "Oh, well I slept really good last night." Grammar issues aside, I snapped back, "I know. I heard you all through last night." She responded, "Well, It's not like I can control it when I talk in my sleep."
The thing of it is, she can. The only reason she talks in her sleep is when she puts huge amounts of stress on herself during the day, and that pisses me off. Her life is not hard. She doesn't have to deal with a lot of things.
Ever since she came back to the dorm on Monday, she's been "sick like a dog." Ok, it's a fucking cold. Get the fuck over it. The only thing she's done in the past week is complained about how horrible she feels. I can't take people who complain about that. Everyone gets sick, you aren't the only one, you know. She does it to get sympathy, and I don't give her it. She's just pissin gme off so much lately. I really don't know how this is going to work next year, me living with her and all. At this point I just want to say
Ok, end rant.
I have writer's block. It sucks. Big time. I haven't been able to write ever since... 2 weeks ago. It's frustrating because now I don't have that outlet to help me get through this tiff with Sarah. It's frustrating, knowing what you want to write, but for some reason having a mental block preventing you from saying it. It's hard to explain to someone who's never had it.
I guess I could decribe it like driving. You're driving down a highway, going 70-80 miles an hour, then you get stuck in traffic. You know your destination and how to get there, but something is preventing you from getting there as fast as you want to. For me the traffic jam is everything that comes with end of the year shit with school. Stress, papers you waited until the last minute to write, presentations... and the list goes on.
There's too much to do and very little time to do it in.
If only they invented 30-hour days rather than 24.
- Location:Dorm Room
- Music:Beverly Hills- Weezer