this is not your bedroom.

i posted a very long.
very funny post on here just barely.

about how i'm typing in the kitchen because...
ahh i am annoyed, it deleted it.




lets just say, there is a bro here that isn't paying rent. and that is living on our couch for free. since we only have one main room, he thinks it is his bedroom and it isn't. i'm typing in here because i hate him and want him to leave.


since its only midnight here and i can ever FREAKING SLEEP, i'll try to pull together what i lost.

okay literally two days before moving to NYC, the landlord told me that one of the roommates was having her guy friend stay here. being very panicky, nervous, and desperate-i said it was okay. well, two weeks later-ITS NOT OKAY.
we have a three bedroom, one bathroom apartment. all these rooms are connected by one huge room that is the living room/kitchen. well that is where he sleeps on OUR couch, and thinks is his room. for two weeks, we have not bothered him. whenever he is sleeping, i never go in there or turn on the lights. actually, whenever he is HOME i never go in there, because its awkward. we literally all just stay in our room when he is here.
well on saturday afternoon (seriously, it was 11:45a.m.) casey returned home from shopping. she didn't turn on any lights or open the blinds or anything, she just quietly put all her dishes away while he slept on the couch. she started to make lunch and accidently dropped her bowl and it made a loud noise. she said "sorry!!' and he said "just keep it down." well that pushed us both over the edge. we are the ones paying rent, HE IS NOT. that is OUR kitchen, we should not be uncomfortable in there, we should be able to live as if no one is in there, because he is not paying rent. he will have been here for over a month, living for free. ever since he said "keep it down" in your own house!! on a saturday afternoon!! its been even more awkward then ever. i have been spending unusual amounts of time in "HIS ROOM". i never make eye contact with him, its pretty awkward. oh and to add to it--his suitcase is in our front room sprawled everywhere. he never folds his blankets or cleans up his clothes. all his stuff including books, paperwork, and his computer are sprawled all over the table, he keeps his clothes in MY CLOSET!!! so he comes in every mother effing morning turns on the light and gets his clothes out of my closet. AND HE DOESN'T DO HIS DISHES. or help out around the house at all. i seriously asked him yesterday if he'd take out the trash because it was a huge black bag. our convo
me-"will you please take out the trash tomorrow?"
him-".....i guess."
me-"???"
him-"well i knew that question was coming, so yeah i guess i will."
me-"well its a huge bag and you're the only guy here. i guess i can TRY to take it out??"
him-"no its fine, i will."

well turns out he never took it out, so casey had to.

wow.
he's going to be so sorry he lived here.
the first time i typed all of this, i made food and ate it and used my computer on the kitchen table while he was trying to sleep. of course i was typing as loud as i could and OF COURSE i had to wash dishes to use because no one ever washes their own. while i was typing, he got up and turned off the light that i had on. lol.


in other news, we went to heath ledger's house.
it was really nice, not too many people were there, and it was a nice memorial.


i'll write tomorrow. while he's trying to sleep.

:)