The Friends

Moving out and living with roommates has been quite interesting.  As all three of us have strong personalities, so negotiating personality is sometimes difficult.  For the first month or so, I felt like this about the whole situation.  But now, after they've had their passive-aggressive tiff, I really can distinguish between who they are.

Friend One is my gay, male, and LOUD roommate.  He is trying to get a degree in one the sciences and has the smallest income and largest non-essentials expenditure of the three of us.  Friend One likes to be the center of attention and cuts people off or draws the attention back to him when they divert.  He has the potential to be catty and loves drama (and grabbing bums or humping people).  He likes to hang out with friends and forgets to do his chores regularly.

Friend Two is a really independent, socially conservative girl a year older than me.  She gets wrapped up in the idea of people rather than who they actually are.  However, most of the time she realizes that the does it.  Although she's pretty slow to anger, she will make your life a passive-aggressive  (or even just aggressive) hell if you cross the line.  Friend Two needs to be validated in whatever she does, which tends to translate into her moaning.to another person when said anger is happening.  However, she is really sweet (usually) and uber-conscious of group harmony.  Friend Two also has several insecurities that are big sore spots.

Since the Friends had their big de-Friending meltdown in a whirl of passive-aggressive post-it notes and ignoring each other on Facebook.  Friend Two has decided that we can be roomies (vs. roommates), which I am cool with - she's a genuinely nice chick.  The problem is that she thinks that she can say mean things about Friend One to me - and I get really uncomfortable.  Because she takes specific things really personal and Friend One really doesn't care/is oblivious to this, she gets REALLY hurt and angry at him but is unable to express it to him at all.  This leaves me in the role of friend-to-complain-to which is starting to bother me.  It feels like talking behind his back about him and I really don't like doing that sort of thing.

On the plus side, this new roomie situation has led to the cleaning out of the hoarding room.  Who knew that it was so easy to get rid of stuff?

WTF attractiveness

Recently, in one of my classes we've been analyzing the idea of having different selves.  The basic idea is that each person views themself differently than others view that same person.  To illustrate this, our teacher had us get 5 people to write us a list of 25 of our attributes.  Before looking at them, we wrote a list of all the things we thought that we were (ex.  I am loud.  I am quiet.  I am obnoxious.)  Then we compared the two.  For the most part, my analysis was pretty spot on - I am loud, talkative, intelligent, bossy, and generous.  However, I got hung up on one section of the lists - physical attractiveness.

Apparently, I am pretty cute.

I had no idea that anyone thought of me like that - I have always thought of my self as ugly, average, or, at best, a butterface.  So for the past week, I've been trying to figure out what I really look like.  I've been talking to Friend #2 (my female roommate), inviting friends over for late-night discussions, getting into shouting matches with my sister (afterwards we had a wonderful shopping day), and cutting my hair.  This has been a time of reflection - and of realization. 

Heck yeah, I am pretty.  So watch out world - I see it now.

To blog, you must have something to blog about

And I'm fresh out.  Sorry dudes!  MLIA, currently.  (except for work, but I dunno if I should post about that)

Done It List

• Make a boy (space) friend
• Pwn school
• Clean room
• Conquer laundry-doing
• Wash the dishes.
• Feed the cat
• Buy food for eating purposes
• Get card and monies for survival.
• Type up a textbook's worth of quotes

My life is Accomplished right now.  Yeah, I have things to do still, but I Did Things today, which means that I can feel happy and non-stressed.  Nothing can really spoil this sort of mood, not non-responsive friends, Friends One and Two (what I've decided to call my roommates), or the knowledge that tomorrow, like most Saturdays, is Passive-Aggressive Grandma Day.  Too bad, depressing thoughts, my Doing things means that you get to shoo.