So, my roommate decided to talk to me today. I can't say that I will ever miss her talking. Anywho, it was fun, she decided that it is my fault that her stereo doesn't display anymore because I am apparently very abusive with it and she never touches it, but when I came home Monday, it was all turned around and messed with. It was a ghost. I was thinking about it and maybe I should start accusing her of breaking everything of mine that isn't like it was. Like the pans she destroyed or all the times that she left food on my grill for a week and Tyler had difficult time cleaning it off. Might I add all the hell that my sinuses are going through because of that damn cat that she decided she was going to have and not take care of. I just hope that she gets done packing up her shit and gets out of here so I don't have to put up with her anymore. I will gladly help get her sofa and stuff out, just as long as she leaves. She is so damn selfish that she can't even support her mother when she decides that she is going to be happy two years after her husband passed away. I am sure she still loves him dearly and that she always will, but she can't be sad all her life and you shouldn't want her to be. Well enough ranting, I just can't wait for this summer to be over. I will be in my awesome apartment with my awesome boy friend. I can't wait for him to be back. I miss being able to see him everyday, hold him everyday, and just call him or stop by whenever I wanted. I miss having him here to calm me down when I am upset and cheer me up when I am down. I miss his smile, his laugh, and the way his eyes light up. I miss how he upsets me because he won't tell me what he wants for dinner or because he always moves my mouse pad and never puts it back. I just really miss him. Enough of that, I have to get back to my social psych I have an exam to prepare for. Just half a chapter to go and I will be on my way.
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