i like posting exclusively about he#1 because it gives my blog a purpose. to expose this hipster enemy. so just to catch you up: still talking on the phone outside my door.

but now, when she's being needy and demanding, i say very quietly to myself : i hate you. it makes me feel like i'm in a movie.

here's a little conversation between three people in my suite... the third part cool hipster (ch) is he#1's room mate. i like her. i was under the impression he#1 was asleep (cause she always is) so our convo when a little something like this:

me: ch, come here look at my new lipgloss!

ch: oh wow. that's really nice. it's mac? oh. are you wearing it?

me: yeah

ch: it looks nice. now i want one.

me: yeah. oh hey, ch, do you want a chocolate?

ch: no thanks. i'm ok.

me: ok.

ch: what? (offstage) what? he#1 says she wants a chocolate.

me: well, i didn't ask you he#1 you selfish little jerk! you have a valentine. you don't understand. go back to sleep!

he#1: i never sleep. that's why i'm always so tired.

me: no you always sleep. that's why you make excuses for yourself and sleep during the day.

...

...

...me no want he#1

he#1 strikes again

she takes her phone calls with her boyfriend in the hallway pacing between my room and hers. and by conversations i mean baby talk mixed in with accusations and begging for him to come see her immediately.

i should preface this by saying she openly brags to everyone about how her boyfriend is rich and how he will pay for anything expensive for her. she literally said to me in front of him that "i wanna go to a nice sit down place that's expensive cause he's paying for it." i heard her on the phone telling her mom what they did for the day he was here and she prefaces each item with it's price. a $5 earl grey tea. a $20 tofu burger. etc.

he#1 is in fact hipster enemy #1. this is how she proves to be so.

hipster enemy #1

the suitemate. this is the only place it's safe to vent.

i have not witnessed her clean a fucking thing in this dorm. and i'm here quite often.

she has no problem fucking it up. she has no problem saying "i do dishes. i take the garbage out. i'll help." speaking and doing are two different actions. i haven't seen her clean her own dishes. i've never seen her clean the garbage (though she's not afraid to see the pile. and place her shit next to it because it'll slide off the pile). this is a message: if it looks like there's no room for your garbage, TAKE THE FUCKING GARBAGE OUT. and then, you won't have to sit in your fucking room, on craiglist, looking at me like i've got three fucking heads and they're all speaking a different language, while i throw everyone's shit away.

e-fucking-nuff.

i've been watching too much skins so i'm swearing a whole fucking lot. and doing it all in my head with a Bristol accent. fuck it.

all hipster enemy #1 does is complain. i've got so much reading to do. i've got so much writing to do. i haven't slept for days.

actually, bitch, you just slept the whole day away, the day before also, and reading and writing? i'm sorry. you must've done your finger painting homework on the bus, then?

he#1 as she will be henceforth known as gets under my skin. maybe it's my low blood sugar from barely eating, maybe it's the fact that i have a million things on my mind, or maybe i just genuinely do not like he#1.

a quick little post about degrassi again

i hate that manny blames peter entirely for boobgate 07. manny you chose to get drunk. you knew you were being filmed and you took your top off and said "i'm gonna be famous and you can sell this for a million dollars." peter sent it to everyone but you never took responsibility for your actions.

i'm listening to the spice girls...

yeah. i'm rocking out.
hardcore.

ever since i was little my mom has always tried to get into my head and try to infer that my friends aren't really my friends. it's a nice little tactic she uses in being a bitch.

and she tried it again today.

i think that she does it now because i have insecurities about my friends not being my friends because she did it then.

why am i honestly about to cry watching degrassi?

i don't know. it probably has something to do with my low blood sugar, my inner sadness, and my lack of things to do on a saturday. i do pause it. to get my laundry.

besides declan and holly j's undefined relationship, there's really nothing going on in my life.

i need snow boots. and some clothes probably. and an iPhone. and a macbook. i need a lot of stuff. well, need is the wrong word. want.

i miss alex niedt. if she were here, my life would be far more interesting. there'd be fruity yogurt and trips to the mall and more importantly friendship. alex is the kind of person you could spend every day with and never get tired of her. and hopefully never have her tired of you either.

i really do like new york life. i like my room. i like doing laundry and checking my mail. i like reading plays and listening to people in class (even if they're not all that smart). but there's one thing that the new school doesn't have it's a welcome wagon for 21 year old transfers who aren't very social.

i think one professor likes me. she told me i have good ideas.

and i think my playwriting class recognizes that even though i'm new, i can write.

i don't know what to say really. there's no real point to this entry except to say hi alex. i miss you. i hope you enjoy my entry. and your night out.

:o) hi rosie.