Shoveling Shit

I don't mind cleaning up my roommate's shit. As long as it's not the emotional kind.

Okay, little sleep, a full day of work, then driving 45 minutes home just does not mix. I had to slap my leg just keep myself awake. I hate that feeling, at every stoplight, I just had to close my eyes, they were just to heavy. I sometimes wonder if there is a god. Then I have times like this, where if there wasn't one looking out for me I surely won't have been able to drive and make it home safely.

Of course once I made if back to my townhome, it wasn't much better. I didn't have a key to get in, so I had to wait until one of my roommates could come home and let me in. I then went upstairs to my bedroom and collapsed on the bed, simply to exhausted. I was woken up two hours later by my roommates screaming. They were watching "The Ring". I had choices of what to do for the night, but I simply didn't have the drive to do any of them. I settled on going downstairs and watching the movie with my roommates, because I could hear the movie in my room anyways. This, was a mistake. I can't watch scary movies. As much as I enjoy my books about vampires, werewolves, and witches, these people un-understandable bad things are just on an entirely different level. I was freaked. I had to have one of my roommates go upstairs with me since I was too scared to go on my own. But that changed pretty fast. (if you ever get really scared, the best way to get over it, is to then get really mad).

My roommates decided to then watch "The Wedding Singer" because that should help with my freaked-out-ness. But from the very beginning of the movie my roommate wouldn't shut up. (Okay, about me- I have 20% hearing loss, and if you talk during a movie, or there is more than one noise, I can't hear) So I kept telling her to stop, to be quiet, that I was trying to hear what was going on.... well, suffice to say it didn't sink in and I got mad. She called me a bitch (I HATE that word) and I got upset and decided that I wanted nothing more than to just go home. By home, I mean go to my parent's house about 45 min. away. So I packed and left. No explanation. So my homecoming tonight should be fun.

Why does everythings need to be so complicated. Maybe I do overreact, but what's wrong with a little consideration and kindness. I just don't get it. I don't know what to do with this sort of shit.

Okay enough negitivity. I'm excited because I'm going to go watch "Pursuit of Happyness" later. I'm showing it to a friend of mine who is a non-believer. (in Will Smith that is). I'm a big Will Smith fan, but my friend Joe doesn't think that Will can play any other character than the Fresh Prince Character. We'll see what he thinks after tonight.