Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Wabbit is a no-good freaking bum.
That's not new, but now I'm feeling all sorts of non-happy New Year thoughts towards him. The story: I lurve soda. I live on soda the way some people do on coffee, water, or oxygen. Before Twin got here, I brought two new cases to the apartment and stuck some cans in the fridge. Last Friday (wow, seems like forever ago), after we got to the apartment, I noticed my things were in weird places in the fridge and that not only was I missing a few cans from the fridge, but the same number from my relatively new case of soda that I had left in the communal closet I share with Rabbit. As the eldest of 4, I grew up sharing everything, so now that I sort of have my "own" place, I'm freaking anal about my things. And maybe due to the fact that I have an engineer's mentality, the miscount between expected cans and actual cans drove me batty, mostly because senility sucks and I couldn't remember if I had done something with them. I didn't mention anything to Rabbit because I may be petty, but I'm not that petty. *cough* But the thing that really got me upset was waking up this morning with a craving for juice, only to discover my carton of OJ missing from the fridge and in the trash. Twin was still sleeping and I checked with her first, but GRRRR. I really don't mind when people use my things or drink my things, but common courtesy would suggest that the moocher ask first. I've already had this problem with Rabbit before. She likes to borrow eggs for her non-cakes and then letting you know after she's already used all of them (which is why I no longer keep eggs in stock).
So, finally being miffed enough to come out of my Miss Nice shell, I asked her when she and Wabbit came back from who knows where this morning. The shocked look on her face when she realized that she'd been drinking from my juice carton all this time (no wonder it felt like there wasn't as much each time). Gah. And then she denied the soda thing. But oh wait! It was her boyfriend. Dumbass. Apparently, he loves sugar and soda, too. So... moocher and lazy bum only leaves the room to take my stuff. Jackass. Should have made him apologize for stealing my soda. (Dude, sorry. I don't mind sharing, but one should always ask.) And now, he's back in his wabbit hole, and I'm pretty sure that even though he hardly ever comes out, he'll probably be avoiding me even more. Heh.
Rabbit offered to replace everything, but really. Who cares? It's just cans of soda and half a carton of juice. I think I can survive. Besides, her idea of "replacing" takes about a month. The only thing I'm confused about is this: Rabbit/Wabbit are pretty much engaged. If Rabbit is expected to cook, etc. for Wabbit... and Wabbit is addicted to sugar but Rabbit doesn't use real sugar... How long will Wabbit survive? Will he be happy? Or will he be one of those guys who sneak out of the house for contraband sugar just to break free from the psychotic diet their wives impose on them? And also? If Rabbit knows she's going to bake a non-cake and will be needing eggs, why doesn't she go out and get eggs instead of mooching off other people. Now that I've stopped buying eggs, I've seen the "used your eggs, will replace" memos on my other roomie's doors. Bwah.
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Tonight? God, I hope it won't suck. Twin wants to stay in Times Square for the ball. The last train out is at 1:40am, but it's questionable whether we'll catch that. But Twin wants to stay to see the taping of the Today Show, which doesn't happen until 7am. That means, we'll need to find something to do and somewhere to stay between midnight and 7am. I am absolutely clueless. I may be a NY'er by birth, but I'm now a Jersey girl. It's also questionable whether I'll be able to stay awake that long. Sure, I've been up until 5am chatting, but that was with my ass in a chair, the TV on, and the bathroom down the hall. I've never done it standing up with nowhere to go in the middle of the city in the early hours of the morning. Hmm. I can't even think of places that would be open 24 hours that we can loiter in. Port Authority? Sigh. Plus... I barely slept last night. Had a major case of insomnia, then woke up early, tossing and turning before deciding to give up and wake up. It's not even noon now, and I'm already feeling the huge bags under my eyes.
Only good thing to happen this morning? Called back the lady from J&J. I have an appointment to see her next Thursday to talk about the spring internship. If I get the offer, I'm going to be so incredibly busy this semester. So... thesis? Yeah, what's that?
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Trix - It may be squicky, but it's Dick Clark!! Watch the TV closely. That gal mauling him onscreen? Hee. ;)
DAMMIT, Lancer!!!!! >:(
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