you can't take the sky from me
Oct. 16th, 2005 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolNote to self: cheap red wine stains the lips. *looks scary*
So, I am fed up of waking up at later than noon. Housemates probably assume I have some kind of terrible sleeping sickness. I'm not sleeping for that long - again, in bed by 3am last night so I'm not over-sleeping - but I do feel bad in comparison. Derya and Sarah are working AGAIN. This is not normal. Although I should check when I have essays due in. I think it's about three weeks. However, I cannot do anything until I get my matric card sorted, so I will do that on Monday. Le sigh. Yet more money gone.
Rent is due in a week oh god.
So, yes. People are working and I'm sat wth dripping wet hair updating LJ out of a twisted rebellion. I have work to do - in fact, I've scheduled time to do it, as I'M NOT COOKING TONIGHT. The problem is that if I don't cook, no one does, and I have a lot of trouble functioning without an evening meal. Derya and Kaite just can't cook, and Sarah can, but always prefers to work. This... I dont know, it almost upsets me, because it leaves me looking either so arrogant that she thinks she doesn't need to work, or alternatively like a complete workshy eejit. I'm not a workshy eejit. Well, I am sometimes, but I think that people can quite genuinely work themselves into the ground and I don't want to be the one picking up the pieces. I'm mothering this house enough in doing the cooking. I am willing to bet a lot of money that the washing up won't be done when I get back downstairs again, and I'll have to do it because I cann't stand living like that. It's foul. And once again, I'll carry on doing it because I don't want to nag people into doing it so I just keep on doing it so people assume they don't have to.
Vicious cycle, no?
I don't, in conclusion, think I like it here on a weekend when I'm alone. At least I won't be here next weekend for yet another weekend of guilt that I'm not working. Last night was fun - we sat around and decided what we'd call Sarah and Derya's kids (and who they'd use for a sperm donor) while drinking the cheap red wine and eating doughnuts that Katie bought back from her trip home. Mmm. Doughnuts.
Oh fuck I need to take the chicken out of the freezer oh buggar buggar buggar. It just never stops. I'm oddly looking forward to seeing how this house copes once I have essays to do and can't do all this crap for people.
[eta: forgot I had laundry to do AS WELL]
[eta again: Ah. With some careful adding up, I just discovered the reason for my UTTER VITRIOL. Oh dear. Bad body! Bad timing! Stop now or I hit you with a stick! Don't think I won't!]
~Hathy_Col~
So, I am fed up of waking up at later than noon. Housemates probably assume I have some kind of terrible sleeping sickness. I'm not sleeping for that long - again, in bed by 3am last night so I'm not over-sleeping - but I do feel bad in comparison. Derya and Sarah are working AGAIN. This is not normal. Although I should check when I have essays due in. I think it's about three weeks. However, I cannot do anything until I get my matric card sorted, so I will do that on Monday. Le sigh. Yet more money gone.
Rent is due in a week oh god.
So, yes. People are working and I'm sat wth dripping wet hair updating LJ out of a twisted rebellion. I have work to do - in fact, I've scheduled time to do it, as I'M NOT COOKING TONIGHT. The problem is that if I don't cook, no one does, and I have a lot of trouble functioning without an evening meal. Derya and Kaite just can't cook, and Sarah can, but always prefers to work. This... I dont know, it almost upsets me, because it leaves me looking either so arrogant that she thinks she doesn't need to work, or alternatively like a complete workshy eejit. I'm not a workshy eejit. Well, I am sometimes, but I think that people can quite genuinely work themselves into the ground and I don't want to be the one picking up the pieces. I'm mothering this house enough in doing the cooking. I am willing to bet a lot of money that the washing up won't be done when I get back downstairs again, and I'll have to do it because I cann't stand living like that. It's foul. And once again, I'll carry on doing it because I don't want to nag people into doing it so I just keep on doing it so people assume they don't have to.
Vicious cycle, no?
I don't, in conclusion, think I like it here on a weekend when I'm alone. At least I won't be here next weekend for yet another weekend of guilt that I'm not working. Last night was fun - we sat around and decided what we'd call Sarah and Derya's kids (and who they'd use for a sperm donor) while drinking the cheap red wine and eating doughnuts that Katie bought back from her trip home. Mmm. Doughnuts.
Oh fuck I need to take the chicken out of the freezer oh buggar buggar buggar. It just never stops. I'm oddly looking forward to seeing how this house copes once I have essays to do and can't do all this crap for people.
[eta: forgot I had laundry to do AS WELL]
[eta again: Ah. With some careful adding up, I just discovered the reason for my UTTER VITRIOL. Oh dear. Bad body! Bad timing! Stop now or I hit you with a stick! Don't think I won't!]
~Hathy_Col~
