The next great olympic hurdle jumper
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Growing up is hard to do, right?? I know I have grown a lot since the last time I had roommates. I know how to �get along� better, I learned how to share and be responsible and all that other good stuff that goes along with sharing a limited amount of space with others. I am beginning to get the clue that maybe one of the new roomies still has some growing up to do and needs to learn a little bit more respect. Example #1. I am not a weed smoker. I used to be back in the day, but like I said, I grew up. I found better ways to spend my money and time. Truthfully, I smoked in the past in order to fit in. When I realized that I could still be hot shit without risking my future, I cut the nonsense out. I could care less if my friends smoke, although I have very few that do (and I like it that way). I would never tell a grown ass person not smoke weed. Occasionally, I may ask the smoker why they smoke. The answers that I get from people I often find amusing. Anyways, Joe Boxer is a smoker. Not an everyday smoker, but more like a 1-2-times-per-week-when- the-homies-are-around type of-smoker. I have had a small chitchat with Stac (the other roomy) about smoking weed in the house. I don�t like that shit at all. I choose not to smoke weed and I don�t want to be forced to inhale the smoke, have my clothes and hair reeking from the stench or risk my health and my career. Stac mentioned how I felt to Joe Boxer and has asked him numerous times to go out side or in the back of the house to smoke. He ignores her pleas. He ignored my suggestion too. Last night I come home and the whole house is foul. Even my room smelled like weed smoke, which of course pissed me off. But rather then say something I retreated to my room and stayed there for the remainder of the night. Example #2. I look forward to the weekends for one reason and one reason only. To SLEEP IN. Saturdays I get up when I am good and ready to get up. I often wake up a few times to watch a little TV and fall back asleep. This morning, I was awakened by Pete Pablo and Ciara. Not cool, not cool at all. I don�t wake them up M-F at 6:30am when I am up getting ready to start my day. On my days off I don�t expect to be woken up by some bullshit that is played on the radio 50 million times a day (would now be a good time to admit that I have that song as my ring tone??) Oh and I got the pleasure of hearing the roomies doing the nasty last night on my way to the bathroom. I guess that should be expected. But it�s always hard to hear other folks especially when you get back to your room and realize that you double AA batteries need to be re-charged. Yep, I can already see some hurdles I am going to have to jump in order to keep my sanity, my friends and make it through the next few months. |
2:14 p.m. || September 18, 2004 |
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