My roommate moves out this Thursday. In my whole entirety, I have never EVER been so excited to get rid of somebody. Oops, did I just say that out loud? (No Anne, you typed it.) Yeah, I guess you could say I'm an awful person for wanting her to move out so bad. In my defense, however, I have never met a more rude and inconsiderate person in my entire life. I just want to get rid of her and move on.
Sounds like I'm breaking up with her, doesn't it? "I just need to move on."
I can't just leave, you guys. My CDs are in his truck.
Sorry, random Dane Cook quote.
Anyway, I guess I'm not necessarily "getting rid" of her since she's moving two apartments down from me. I know, just my luck, right? But I won't ever have to clean up after her again. YAY! Last night, she made spaghetti and left the pot (with spaghetti in it) on the stove for five hours. And guess who had to scrape all those noodles out of the pot? If you guessed me, you're right.
I mean, who does that? Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person in this world who still washes dishes by hand. Not all of them, of course. Pots, pans, cookie sheets, sharp knives - that sort of thing.
I know I'm not the only person who does dishes by hand, but do you ever feel like that? Like you're the last person in the world to own/do something? I know I do often. Like, why am I the only person who still uses "Your mom!" as a valid comeback? It works, right? Maybe I'm just living in the past with some things.
Who knows. That was a random tangent from the original point of this. My original point was that my roommate's moving out, and I can't wait. I may even throw a party when she leaves. She's the only thing that's frustrating me in life right now. She wrecks even the best days. I could be having the most glorious ever, but then I go home and want to walk right back out the door. Argh.
Here's what's getting me through the next five days:
-Looking forward to Matt coming here Tuesday and my dad coming here on Thursday. SO looking forward to that.
-The fact that she has night shift tonight. I won't have to see her! Today, at least.
-Knowing that I will never ever have to deal with these antics again: Her laying all over the couch, watching my tv and never sharing, letting the dishes pile up in the sink, leaving her empty pop cans all over the place, never once picking up a vacuum or a duster, talking obnoxiously loud about me on the phone... Ugh. Need I go on?
I'm obviously excited about this. But I know what you're thinking though: Anne, what if your new roommate is like this? To which I respond, she won't be. Even if my future roommate starts to get like my current roommate, Jenna and I are at the point in our friendship where we can tell each other that we're being annoying and not take offense to it.
So, in conclusion, I will definitely be a happy camper come this Thursday. And every day thereafter. Ooh, thereafter. Good word, bro. I forgot about that word.
'Nother random Dane Cook quote. I haven't listened to him in a while. I definitely need to take a ride on the Dane Train soon.
Whew. Ok, I think I'm done. Enough with this long rambly post about nothing in general. Happy Friday everyone! I will leave you with the Friday song... Today is Friday, today is Friday, is everybody happy? Well I should say... 