If I could...
Tomorrow I speak with one hall director and set up a meeting with another to move, further, the wheels already in motion that deal with the possibility of myself finding solace in the latter half of this semester on campus. I hope to be able to move my meagre posessions to a new, lonely room this weekend. A lonely, quiet, peaceful room...
the thought is about all that kept me from finally lashing out at my roommate today. I've ranted about it before, but, really--is it so hard to kiss quietly? I mean, if you even have to kiss every time you see your significant other. I'd think they were going out of their way to spite me since they know I'll kill them if they dare get more promiscuous than mere kissing if I wasn't convinced they're both oblivious fools.
My reasoning behind that, if reason really is important, is their consistance in the little annoying things they do, and how they don't attack each other about such things. Like how the girl has been coughing all week, the boy immediately with false concern, "are you ok?"
"I'm fine!" she insists. That cough isn't healthy. In fact, I think it's probably dangerous--I'm still not at 100%, thus the moving, and thus my immune system probably isn't all the way back up. Even so, they're still down each other's throats. Even when the boy had the initial symptoms of the flu that almost killed me she'd stick her poisoned tongue all over his ugly face.
Breaking point again... likely, if moving issues go well, I might even accept them as casual friends if I ever run into them again. But living with them--I thought of what I might say if/when I do snap:
"My darker half wants to flay you; torture for hours as my unsleeping sanity has left me, invite the girl over, and ask you to choose whether you'd rather live deformed and see her die or think she lives in your absence..." and I'd pause. Maybe I'd laugh like Kevin Viol as Loki laughed in Ragnarok--a quick, sardonic piece with a gleeful malice. I'd continue, "but my other darker half is convinced you and her both will be treated to the life you deserve by karma anyhow."
My reply to Rossi still isn't sent out. My lack of focus quickly overtook me after just one night of sleepless rest. Now I'm on 2... tonight might (but hopefully will not) be three. But, at least, my reply is half-drafted... and I've begun thinking about some of those English essays. And am caught up on Philosophy readings (though I've still a paper and midterm to take care of).
Maybe I'll drop physics tomorrow, too...
the thought is about all that kept me from finally lashing out at my roommate today. I've ranted about it before, but, really--is it so hard to kiss quietly? I mean, if you even have to kiss every time you see your significant other. I'd think they were going out of their way to spite me since they know I'll kill them if they dare get more promiscuous than mere kissing if I wasn't convinced they're both oblivious fools.
My reasoning behind that, if reason really is important, is their consistance in the little annoying things they do, and how they don't attack each other about such things. Like how the girl has been coughing all week, the boy immediately with false concern, "are you ok?"
"I'm fine!" she insists. That cough isn't healthy. In fact, I think it's probably dangerous--I'm still not at 100%, thus the moving, and thus my immune system probably isn't all the way back up. Even so, they're still down each other's throats. Even when the boy had the initial symptoms of the flu that almost killed me she'd stick her poisoned tongue all over his ugly face.
Breaking point again... likely, if moving issues go well, I might even accept them as casual friends if I ever run into them again. But living with them--I thought of what I might say if/when I do snap:
"My darker half wants to flay you; torture for hours as my unsleeping sanity has left me, invite the girl over, and ask you to choose whether you'd rather live deformed and see her die or think she lives in your absence..." and I'd pause. Maybe I'd laugh like Kevin Viol as Loki laughed in Ragnarok--a quick, sardonic piece with a gleeful malice. I'd continue, "but my other darker half is convinced you and her both will be treated to the life you deserve by karma anyhow."
My reply to Rossi still isn't sent out. My lack of focus quickly overtook me after just one night of sleepless rest. Now I'm on 2... tonight might (but hopefully will not) be three. But, at least, my reply is half-drafted... and I've begun thinking about some of those English essays. And am caught up on Philosophy readings (though I've still a paper and midterm to take care of).
Maybe I'll drop physics tomorrow, too...
posted by SJ at 3/30/2005 11:06:00 PM
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