It seems the only time I write anymore is when I have a paper due, doesn't it?

Well, anyways. So, Prof. Lipinsky liked my last essay, agreed with it and what not. I only have Alan to thank for that, for sitting with me and helping me go over topics until I had it more or less done. I'll still need to do a re-do of it, casually name some sources to give myself credibility or whatnot, but other than that it's all good.

The paper I'm supposed to be working on now is about defeating the first boss of FFVII.

Hmm. I think I figured out what bothers me the most about my room mate.

You see, every once in a while, she'll go off on these fits of self abuse (and abuse of everything around her) and when she is done she will thank me for not "overanalyzing" everything she does and gets all depressed about how everyone hates her and how she should just leave and never be seen by anyone again.

That's not what bothers me. Well, it is, and I do think she needs to stop it because it is very self destructive and all that, but that's not what bothers me the most. What bothers me the most is that she "overanalyzes" everything I do and then projects her feelings onto me.

Like, the other day, in History. We were looking at slides of the works of two contestants in this door decorating contest, where the story each of the artists had to depict was that of Abraham and his son and the whole sacrifice deal. Now, Dr. Wellman is going over this, and she had this whole really cute thing she acted out, and then, as she is explaining the story, Tegan turns to me and starts making shocked/disgusted faces.

That's not what upset me. Actually, I ignored her because I was trying to pay attention to the lecture and the reason why one of the depictions was better than the other. But then, when the class was over, she starts talking to me about how disgusting it is and how horrible and how awful and how unjust and how morbid and how she oh so much hates every bit of it and, oh, isn't it just so horrid?

I actually happen to think that story is cute. So, I tell her as much, she tells me that I am a freak, falls silent, and starts walking a few steps behind me.

That's still not what bothers me.

What does bother me is that a few hours later, she tells me that she hopes I am feeling better, and that she did not want to talk to me on our way from class because I seemed like I just wanted to be left alone because I was sad and depressed.

Seriously, she does that all the time. "I did such and such because I thought it might cheer you up."

Am I honestly such a depressed person? Oh, I'm sorry, I should rephrase that. Am I the one who almost quit college twice because I couldn't take that other people didn't like the work that I put no effort in? Yes, I actually had to comfort her about such things twice, because after putting no effort into her projects (that she did last minute) she started crying and going on about how she shouldn't be there and how all she does is make trouble for everyone else because she is so stupid and inept at everything that she does.

Oh, and did I mention that she takes my food and gives it to people? You see, I have (or rather, had) a stash of shrimp ramen noodles. Where are they now? Well, she doesn't like shrimp ramen noodles, so whenever one of her friends would develop a cough she would take care of the poor sick person by giving them to her. Does it matter that they are mine? To her, obviously not.

Other things that are mine have somehow recently become hers as well. Such as some of my paints, and the little thing that paints are to be put in when you are painting.

Anyways, I'm gonna stop about her now, because I do have a paper to write, and if I don't stop myself I could probably go on for hours about this issue.

So. Farewell, and I do promise an entry without mentioning her next time.

Room mate - 10/27/2005
Worst ever - 07/21/2005
Goth - 05/29/2005
Bad Baby - 05/25/2005
- - 02/08/2005

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