When the GenPop can make themselves at home in your house and you have absolutely no say in it, you’ve sunk almost as low as you can go

So these people who were visiting the guy from upstairs, they used my bathroom.  Okay.   Just one more lovely thing I have no choice but to accept when you can’t afford your very own house.  Saturday morning the guy in the party was very contrite, apologetic and polite, so what could I do but be polite back?

However, I get home yesterday and there was powdery brownish stuff all over the sink.  I imagine it must have been some sort of make-up and, as really it was on everything, I suppose the lady in the party must have dropped it or it got shook up in her suitcase and it poofed when opened.  I get it.  Accidents happen, making yourself beautiful can be messy.  But, this isn’t a hotel.  I don’t think I should have to clean up after the upstairs guy’s guests.  There was a sponge and some dish soap right there on the counter.  Take a minute and wipe it up dammit, this isn’t your house, and you are imposing on my space.  I didn’t invite you, in fact someone else did without even consulting me and you ruined my night by trying to get in my room and talking at full decibel levels right outside my bedroom door in the small hours of the night.  I do not thank you very much.  So the very least you can do is leave the bathroom as clean as you found it, because I had just cleaned it before I went to work.

And, they threw away the end of a roll of toilet paper and put on a brand new roll.  Well, that was nice I guess, but then I noticed the roll in the trash.  There was still enough paper on it for several more uses.  I guess they don’t mind wasting my toilet paper any more than they mind making a mess in my bathroom and imposing in the space I live without so much as a by-your-leave.

The part that sucks the most is that there is no where else I can go on my budget and do better.  So I have to put up with it all.

A question, oh and some very long run on sentences

If I tell you that, in the middle of the night, you are sound asleep and are awakened by a thundering herd of footsteps down the stairs adjacent to your bedroom wall and you half sleepily try to block it out figuring it’s the ass who lives upstairs and always uses the kitchenette outside your door and leaves a huge freakin’ mess in it until you then hear the herd stop outside your door, and while talking loudly try to open your bedroom door, if then I tell you I feel awkward and violated and unable to go back to sleep would you blame me?

Certainly I am probably over reacting, but who likes to wake up to a herd of strangers who tried to get into your room and then camped outside it having a nice cozy chat and upon asking them to please not visit there because you are trying to sleep and have to work in the morning, and even though they apologized saying they thought I was gone for the holiday, they tell you that they are going to be sleeping the the landlords spare room right across from you and connecting to your bathroom, that you for some reason now feel like you are the interloper in your own home and can’t stop wondering why they were trying to get into your room especially if they thought you were gone?

Now, here I lie feeling vulnerable and inexplicably miserable, listening to the strangers settle in to sleep across the way and now I just can’t seem to fall back to sleep.  I don’t like surprises, and I don’t like people trying to get in my bedroom and I don’t like having strangers I don’t know sharing my space.  And in the dark of the night, being tired and jarred awake just amplify all the negative, uncomfortable, yucky feelings.

 

This holiday has gone to the dogs…

but only in the very best sense!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhg7Xm4FXAY

You have to check it out it’s hilarious!

I saw this over at Scratching to Escape.  Thanks for sharing Jess!  It made my day.  I mean, who doesn’t love dogs eating with people hands?!?

Perspectives and ponderables

A friend sent me this:

I guess not only am I a glass half empty kinda person, but a “I can’t put it down” sort as well….

I have to add though, if your glass is half empty and you’re wandering through the desert, you’ll want to hold that water up as long as possible.  My point being, you can ignore dying of thirst in the desert, or you can ignore being broke, but it won’t make it go away.  So as clever and as cute as this psychologist is, some kinds of stress you can’t make go away just by ignoring your problems.

I have learned to let a lot go.  I’ve put down a a lot of glasses of water.  But you can’t let everything go, once you do what’s the point of going forward?  Sometimes stress is there to make you want to affect a change.

The key in everything is moderation.

How far will you carry your glass of water before you get where you want to be in life?  Or will you just give up and put it down half way there because your arm hurts?

Happy National Maple Syrup Day!

That’s right boys and girls, today is National Maple Syrup Day.  So go make yourself a mess of pancakes and pour it on!

Image from Google Images

Tuesday Titters: This physics final will likely defy rhyme and reason

Today is the day.  My physics final begins at 7:30 am.  I am both petrified and relieved.  If I pass, I move on to physics 2 in the spring.  If I fail, I’ll have to revisit physics 1.

Here’s hoping my sad math brain doesn’t fail me.  Hopefully my humor won’t either…

I think if I understand enough to find these jokes funny, that should be all the physics I need.  I think I deserve an A, don’t you?

But, I’m definitely more a glass is half empty kinda person.

And I’m pretty sure my final will resemble this:

I am not going to cite all these cartoons.  It’s obvious I didn’t make them, I’m not taking credit for making them, in fact, I blantantly stole them from Google images.  Some other more brilliant person deserves credit for sure, but if you want to know who you can research the more appropriate citations by clicking here.

Tilly told me it was so

There is a season 3 of Miranda!

photo from Hulu

Such fun!  After a long dreadfully dull day of studying physics, I sat down to dinner and some Hulu, and there it was, big as Queen Kong, season 3 of Miranda.

I laughed til I cried and my sides hurt.

Now if only I could say the same about tomorrow’s physics final….