Guess I'll grace you guys with a recap of my exciting day:
3pm(ish): Wake up and wake Car and Cora.
5:15pm: Car left for work & I hopped in the shower.
7:45pm: I emerged from bath-time, cooked pasghetti and meatchunks, and got ready to go to the store.
9:15pm: I left for the store with Cora in my jacket.
9:25pm: I got to the store, got my beer, and was rudely hassled by an old lady about how I can't bring Cora in there. I was going to explain that she was a service dog, but I decided just to admit defeat because I was too high to care enough to work up the mental energy to lie to an old lady working at a gas station. Hell, if her joy in life is to hassel cute girls with cute dogs then why not? Sounds about fair. Anywho.
9:35pm: Got home & cleaned & rearranged our room the entire time until Carlton got home at 2:amish.
2:00am(ish): Car gets home and we fight until we get bored of fighting and then go about our seperate activites, not talking, side by side on the bed.
This is where we are now as I write this. But I can't complain, he hasn't asked me to turn my music down yet, which is a rare treat in my life. He has grandpa music-sound-level tastes. It's dumb. I love loud music. Bleh. How is "our" thing SXSW if he hates loud music??? Poser.
[[Update on the Sean-sitch.]] : I finally came up with the code name for my evil rommate Sean: Spawn for "Spawn of Satan". Ha. I like it. So yeah, that's what that means. Anywho, there's not much to update yet, I haven't made much progress on getting back at him yet, but I did come up with a game-plan. My new plan of attack is to go at it from an old-me approach (instead of the new-me approach that would be to pout and hate living here all because of that) and match his games. Annoy the hell out of him. Hell, who says I can't? We are paying rent too, so it is our house just as much. And if worst did come to worse and he kicks us out, we'll move into International again with Keith. *Pause for seizure of happiness*. So I did a few things to him, but nothing that I consider an "attack" yet. I only fired the first shot into the air, and/or rang the first round bell. Anywho, my point is that now I think he knows I mean business and I think now we're just one move away from the sign I was born ready to give, 'This means war.' :] Yup, I sho am ready as hell. So he can hit me with his best shot. Anywho, the little things I did so far are this: I made a playlist on Seamus (Carlton's tab) of the songs I knew he would hate the most, all the rap and hip hop ones, and I waited until he was in the middle of watching a movie in the middle of the night, and I turned Seamus up all the way and went into the kitchen with it playing and started to cook food very loudly with pots and pans and stuff and when he asked me to turn it down, I obliged glady - with one little notch. I was actually more impressed with myself than I thought, because I managed to chase him out within three songs. Hahaha, that made me think that this might be a little easier than I thought. Anywho, now I am actually kind of looking forward to this battle! It actually started making me feel even more content here. I kind of like having a little competition in my own house. It keeps things interesting. Expecially since I literally have absolutely no life outside this house. So yeah, now I'm happier about the situation. I'll post more battle-plan brainstorming later.
*Also, Carlton finally asked me to turn it down. >:( I turned it down one notch, let's see how long it takes him to ask me again. From 33:33am. Go:!*
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