Celebratory Tumblr post in honor of finishing my tutorial.
This is my I-stayed-awake-all-night-but-I-finished-my-God-damned-tutorial face. So attractive, amirite?
It’s finally finished.
That beast of an undergrad senior thesis is done.
I’ve put it off for so long because I hated it so much and didn’t want to work on it, but it’s due to the office of Academic Affairs this Friday, and my tutor has only been asking to see what I have for the last 2.5 weeks so she can edit it before I turn it in.
Also, my field placement wanted a copy of it, and they wanted it today. That’s why I stayed up all night to finish it.
I just made it to the 30 page minimum. It’s so shitty and fluffed up with superfluous crap, but I don’t even care.
All I need from it is a passing grade, which will lead me one step closer to getting my degree and getting the hell out of here.
I can’t wait to hear what my passive aggressive tutor will have to say to me today for turning it in so late. Again, I just don’t care. I don’t care how bad they think it is, as long as it’s good enough for a passing grade (which I think it is; it’s not COMPLETE shit, let’s just say I’ve written better things).
So now I wait to see what edits my tutor can crank out in 2 days, fix what I can, and turn it in to the OoAA this Friday, and give my final board presentation next Tuesday and I’m done.
There’s still some small things here and there I have to do i.e. get a copy bound and make an electronic copy to turn into the library. But once THAT’S done, then that’s it. I’m finished. I’ll no longer have to stare at my computer in dread forcing myself to at least write a sentence and hate myself for not having enough will to do that.
I feel like I’d be happier right now, or at least feel more euphoric or victorious if I wasn’t exhausted. I’m not at that point where I’m about to collapse in a heap and sleep for days. I’m still on that…technology induced sleep deprivation high (?) where I don’t feel tired, even though I know I should. I know that once I move away from my computer and start going about my day I’m not going to be able to keep my eyes open. The nice thing is though, I only have to make it until about 2 today. Get through my meeting, then class, then head to CHS to turn in my tutorial and talk with my departing supervisor. Then I can head home and collapse on my bed and sleep all the way until tomorrow afternoon.
It’s gonna be great.
EDIT: I can’t collapse in a heap because I need to finish editing my tutorial today because I have to turn it in tomorrow so that my board can pick up their copies of my tutorial and read it over the weekend. This way, they’ll know all that they need to, and be ready to assault me with questions and critiques on Tuesday when I give my final presentation.
Whatevsies. Like I said, as long as it’s good enough that I pass and can graduate. Cool. I wasn’t looking to get my work published or present it at a conference or anything. I just want it to be done so I can stop worrying about it.
So I’ll probably be up for the majority of tonight as well because right now I’m going to take a nap. Then I’m going out for sushi (vegetarian on my part) with my roommate, AND THEN I’ll start working on editing.
“I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go to Delhi, go to Saigon, go to Bangkok, go to Kenya. Have your mind blown. Eat interesting food. Dig some interesting people. Have an adventure. Be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is. Music, culture, food, water. Your showers will become shorter. You’re going to get a sense of what globalization looks like. It’s not what Tom Friedman writes about; I’m sorry. You’re going to see that global climate change is very real. And that for some people, their day consists of walking 12 miles for four buckets of water. And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people—Americans and Europeans—come back and go, Ohhhhh. And the light bulb goes on.”—Henry Rollins (via runouttheguns)
Considering Tumblr is the only sense of privacy I have when it comes to complaining about my one roommate (besides Twitter, and it’s hard and slightly obnoxious to try and complain in 140 characters or less), prepare to be ranted at.
To be honest, if I didn’t detest commuting so much (2 buses each way every day) I would not be back living on campus again this year. I have 2 roommates, the one I lived with my sophomore year, the other was randomly drawn. The random one is amazing, I love her, and even though she may take my eye lash curler and not return it sometimes, there is little that she does that annoys or angers me. The other one whom I’ve previously lived with, I don’t know why I agreed to living with her again. I remember saying at the end of my sophomore year that, while I love her and she’s one of my dear friends, she’s not a good roommate and I do not want to live with her again.
Sophomore year I despised living with her because she barely cleaned or did the dishes. I was the dish bitch for the good part of the year. Oh, she would go on cleaning frenzies every now and again and clean the entire apartment, but that would only happen like once a month, or when the apartment got super disgusting because I didn’t have time to clean.
And then she thought she deserved a medal because she cleaned the entire apartment by herslef! (which only consisted of a very small kitchen, small dining room, decent sized living room, a small bathroom and our 2 rooms).
What do you want me to do, get down on my knees and praise you?
Well, I was dealing with the same issue at the beginning of this school year. She would leave to go home for the weekends usually every Thursday night (why pay out the ass to live on campus and only be there 3 or 4 days out of the week?) and she would leave her pile of dishes in the sink. The 3 of us would kind of take turns doing dishes, and volunteer to take them on when we know we haven’t done them in a while. But it got to the point where I was always doing dishes (again), but my other roomie did kick in and help every now and again. But I would get so annoyed because roomie #1 would be here for 4 days at the most, but make SO MANY DISHES and leave them in the sink over the weekend while she was gone for me or roomie #2 to wash. It got to the point where I only washed the dishes I made, and that worked for a while. Until dishes started piling up in the sink to the point where I couldn’t access the faucet or there wouldn’t be any dishes for me to use because the other roomies used them and didn’t wash them.
Anyways, I can’t complain much about the dishes now because I myself haven’t done them in like..3 weeks. I do feel bad that I have managed my time poorly in that I’ve stopped cleaning the apartment because it takes away from either school work or sleeping (or the Internet!). But seriously, I’ve been lazy myself for a while. After I passively bitched out roomie #1 for leaving her dishes over the weekend (which she denied) she had started doing the dishes. A lot. Except not all of them. She doesn’t like washing cups or silver wear, so she’ll leave those in the sink.
Bitch, I don’t like washing dishes in general, but when I do, I do ALL OF THEM. But, whatever, at least she does them now, and way more than I have in the last few months. But the annoying thing is she believes she deserves a medal EVERY TIME she does them, or when I’m in the kitchen she’ll be like, “I don’t like washing cups, so you can do them because I already did the dishes.”
WOULD YOU LIKE A FUCKING MEDAL? HOW ABOUT A GODDAMN COOKIE? LOOK AT YOU BEING AN ADULT AND WASHING DISHES THAT YOU ONLY FEEL LIKE WASHING.
But again, whatever, like I said, she’s done them way more than I have recently, so I may have no rights to complain.
Secondly, THE MOST annoying thing about living with her is how stingy she can get with her money. Granted, she doesn’t have a real person job, she cleans a house every Friday and gives violin lessons to like…one person. In total she makes anywhere from 60-90 dollars every weekend. That would be ok if she had a banking account like a real person. She has a credit card, and uses that to buy everything. Then she gives the money she’s made to her mom to pay off her bill.
That’s the most ridiculous…whatever it is, ever. First off, when she spends more than she makes, her mom takes her card and then pays the difference, so then she owes her mom money (granted, it’s never an extremely large amount, but still) and then doesn’t even have her card. She literally only pays to put gas in her car and her cell phone bill. Her mom pays for her car insurance. She buys food for herself and whatever else she may need and that’s it. She’s always complaining how broke she is and gets upset when roomie #2 and I can go out and she can’t because she can’t afford to buy drinks for herself.
So, all in all, she’s always broke because she has the most ass backwards way of handling her money, so she has a mini stroke every time I ask her to buy something for the apartment.
Take for example: I had bought large packs of toilet paper (which usually run me $10 or more) 3 times in a row. Roomie #2 had bought it before me. (Now, there are 3 females living under one roof, you can understand why we go through toilet paper so fast.) So one weekend I noticed we were running low, and I had texted roomie #1 and asked is she could grab some while she was home (since she has a car and would get the chance to go out and grab some more so than I or roomie #2 would, especially since I work all weekend). She replied back that she couldn’t because she was broke (surprise, surprise). I sent a passively aggressive (and quite bitchy) text back saying how it’s not fair that roomie #2 and I invest so much money into the apartment when she doesn’t and that we need to figure something out so that one person is not always buying stuff. She replied back about how I’m the one with a job and I can afford things and thatshe always does the dishes and cleans the apartment and buys way more things for the parties we throw, she’s all the more willing to show me her credit card bill to prove it.
orly? So you’re exempt from spending money because you do chores? Oh, if only the world worked like that.
So here’s where I got bitchy with her. I rebutted her argument by saying yes, I work, but only 12 hrs. a week at the most, and I pay for my cell phone, my credit card, help pay for the Internet at home, buy my own vegetarian food, and still have/find money to buy things we NEED for the apartment, such as TOILET PAPER or PAPER TOWELS. And she may buy more for the parties we throw, but that’s of her own accord. We all make a pact to spend a set amount for things, anything else she buys, she does because she wants to, not because we make her.
Oh, and she may not have money to spend on ESSENTIAL things that we need, but she’ll always have a little something to buy herself alcohol.
GOD FORBID IF YOU ASK TO HAVE ANY OF HER PRECIOUS VODKA! She literally takes her stuff home with her every weekend to ensure we don’t drink it or finish it off while she’s gone. Yet, when roomie #2 or I buy alcohol, she helps herself to it, often before I even open my own bottle. She’ll take as much as she wants, or she’ll finish it off without asking. But again, go for her stuff and she has a shit fit, except on the few occasions when she’s feeling graceful and will make a drink for you or let you have some of her stuff.
Anyways, so besides being stingy with her money, she’s also stingy with her alcohol, even though roomie #2 and I openly share our stuff all of the time. Oh, and she also buys food that we share, so, again, she doesn’t have to buy anything else. That’s all fine and dandelion when she offers me food I can actually eat, which isn’t as often as her little mind fathoms it to be. She doesn’t buy community food all of the time, and the majority of the time we don’t touch her stuff because we have our own food.
Anyways, back to the original argument which went on for a good bit until I passively/aggressively ended it by saying, “Bitch, man up and start spending your money wisely and use it to buy things WE NEED and not things YOU WANT but construe to be an apartment necessity, also cleaning is NOT a financial investment.” (I didn’t say it like that, but you get the idea)
Also, not only does she help herself to our alcohol, she helps herself the whatever the fuck she wants. I had a large bottle of mouth wash I brought with me when we moved in. I noticed it disappearing faster than it should be considering I only remembered to use it like twice a week. My boyfriend’s toothpaste was also disappearing faster than it made sense to. One night I took out mine and Mike’s toothpaste, and knew the other one was roomie #2’s. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize, but roomie #1 didn’t have her own tube of toothpaste in the medicine cabinet. I caught her brushing her teeth once and I asked her, “Who’s toothpaste are you using?” She replied, “Oh, I think it’s ______, I don’t have my own toothpaste, and I haven’t the entire time we’ve been here. I just use whatever is in the cabinet or your mouth wash. LOL.”
She’s also helped herself to my deodorant. Right in front of my face. I swear to God, give her permission to use something of yours ONCE and to her it means, “Oh, you can use how much you want whenever you want without asking.” I had the same problem when I last lived with her. She uses anything she wants, half the time without even asking i.e. the toothpaste scenario.
I’ve whined and complained to my boyfriend (who also happens to be her cousin, but he understands my feelings and likes me more than he likes her so he doesn’t say anything to her), and now I’ve come on here and have written a GOD DAMN NOVEL. Needless to say, after this year, I am never living with her again. Ever. Not if she’s the last possible roommate, I will live by myself in solitary before I live with her again.
Like I said before, she’s a good friend, I love her dearly and we have good times together. But she’s just not a good roommate. I’ve had worse, but she’s definitely not the best. Roomie #2 is and I would live with her again in a heart beat, but, alas, she’s moving back home to California after we graduate.
Sorry this is a novel.
tl;dr never living with my one roommate again because she’s not the best roommate.
“Finnick…” she whimpered softly, curling into herself as rain pounded on the side of the house. Lightning lit up the room, dark but for the single candle she had managed to light, and thunder crashed, making her cry out, “FINNICK! FINNICK!!”