I slept poorly the night after I posted this blog about some future roommate/housing issues I was having. Regardless of my sleep deprivation, I woke up an hour earlier than I had to to go to school so I could go to the ResLife office and resolve my concerns. Unfortunately, I go to a big school so there are many campuses and offices. The office I initially went to sent me to another office on another campus. I went to the appropriate campus, but I couldn’t find the office. A woman told me where to find it, but I didn’t have time to actually go to the office because I had my five-hour class. This stressed me because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak with someone when I got out of class due to long lines that are more prevalent later in the day…plus, I was stressed because I was nearly running late to my class.
I’ve been listening to a ton of angsty music lately…like screamo and heavy metal. I have always enjoyed this type of music, but I don’t usually listen to so much of it. When I used to exclusively listen to this style of music, I was unhappy and angsty. So it’s concerning me that all I want to listen to is angry music.
Part of it may be due to being sexually frustrated. I have been attracted to several people over the past year or so, but it hasn’t been reciprocated, until now. It’s kinda frightening me and I keep questioning the situation as well as myself.
I haven’t written stories in awhile, so I decided to start it up again with this short series about my love interests during my first year at school. The title of this series, Love Bites, is taken from one of my favorite NBC shows that unfortunately got cancelled. Similarly to the show, these stories are independent of each other, but they all have this common theme of love and lust, and they intertwine because of my presence in each story. I am publishing the Love Bites series Star Wars-style, which is my way of saying that I’m publishing the series backwards. So this story is the last story in the series, and the first story will be released last. A story will be released every Monday at 11am eastern, so stay tuned and enjoy!
I checked my watch. I checked my phone. I checked the clock in the lounge. All sources read the same time: 8:37pm, but she was nowhere to be found.
I sighed and looked out the window a fifth time and movement caught my eye.
The title of this blog post must be written on my forehead because every relationship I’ve been in lately has resulted in me getting shit on.
- I try to be the best girlfriend I can be…and then I have my heart completely broken because I’m outrageously disrespected.
- I try to be the best roommate I can be…well fuck me, I’m again outrageously disrespected in the same ways my ex treated me.
- I try to be the best friend I can be….ha ha ha
Now, you’re probably thinking that maybe I’m just an asshole and that’s why these new relationships have resulted in me getting shit on. That’s a logical thought, but it’s so incredibly untrue.
I’ve been feeling like I’m going through a breakup again, except it’s not a romantic breakup. I’m experiencing a roommate breakup.
I got a roommate my second semester of college. She likes Fall Out Boy, and I love Fall Out Boy, so basically it was love at first sight. But then the “honeymoon” phase wore off and reality struck. I became ridiculously agitated by her, and although I never talked about it, I think my bad attitude was noticeable. Then, Tuesday of this week, we broke up in the sense that we decided not to live together next year. (We were planning to live together up until this point.) So now we’re in this awkward phase like…”I can’t wait to get away from you,” except we’re still living together now. Yeah, there’s only like two weeks of the semester left and I’m rarely in the room anyway, but when I am in the room, it’s uncomfortable. And smelly. Did I mention she has BO? She also hasn’t washed her sheets since she moved here in January, nor has she done laundry since spring break so…two more weeks of this fun.
Tonight will be my second to last day of work. I’ve been at my job for over a year now, and I am actually going to miss working there. Aside from missing the great discount on food, I will miss the friendships that developed in between dealing with rude customers and long hours of physical labor.
When I first started my job, I was feeling kinda depressed and lonely…I’m now leaving this job with amazing memories and inside jokes that I wouldn’t trade for anything. My job became a safe haven for me when I was having trouble at home…I also fell in love at my job and had my heart broken too. I have learned valuable people skills, money and time management, and how to make a killer milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard.