Kleptollama (corellianrogue) wrote,

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an update...wow

Below the cut lurks bitchiness. You have been warned. Contrary to popular belief, I am still alive. And, in case the roomie reads this, I do have ears. Let's start off with a nice little rant, shall we? How shall we start? Hmm...How about...Dear, Roomie. Yes, that will work. Dear, Roomie, I'm sorry to tell you this, but you seem to think you know a lot more than you really do. There, I said it. I'm just tired of comments that bear the Seal Of All-Knowing. That's patented care of the roomie, in case anyone wants to know. So, the other night, I'm sleeping, right? I don't actually remember this part, because I was sleeping, but I assume it's true. So then, the roomie and her friend -actually *friend* not "friend" as I would say if it was the bf- but anyway, they come back to the room at like 3 in the morning, and are just sitting there talking. Not whispering, *TALKING*. Like I'm not sleeping all of five feet from them. First grr= being woken up at three in the morning for no good reason. Second grrr? =being talked about like I was still oblivious after being woken up at three in the morning. Of course, I didn't exactly move to let them know they'd woken me up, but I was still mostly asleep and I thought whatever they were talking about might be interesting to know. There was a lot of random stuff, and "oh feel sorry for me" stuff. Then she, the roomie that is, claims that the bf is occasionally distant and hides his feelings BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY TAUGHT HIM TO DO IN HIS THEATRE TRAINING. (for those with sensitive countenances, please look away from the screen) Of all the stupid, fucking braindead ideas...what does she -or he for that matter, who should know better- think the whole fucking point of theatre is?! IT'S THE *CONVEYING* OF EMOTIONS! It's not about hiding them. God, and such bullshit as that it will help us get ahead in the business. Fuck, if I went into an audition totally emotionally disconnected, you think I would ever get a part? Not that I get parts now, but still. And that he had the audacity to paint the theatre in that light. ARGH! If that's what he actually thinks, no wonder he got out of his program last year (or more likely washed out, but semantics). Even worse is that she believed him. But then, she knows all there is to know by virtue of being HER, so I suppose that wasn't much of a surprise. That's probably how she's been psychoanalyzing me since we met, so what do you expect? grrr. I don't know if I more mad at him for blaming something that's probably just a personality problem on acting or at her for believing him. Granted, I probably didn't help the illusion, but that's just my personality, not something I'm "learning to get ahead in the business." grrrr. Ooh, but then, she starts talking about me. The friend asked what my schedule is like in the mornings. The roomie starts talking about how I always get up early then sit around playing on my "videogames" for a couple of hours. Point the first- no video games, they're at my sisters. Point the second- I generally don't have a "couple of hours" to sit around before I leave for class. Point the third- who the fuck does she think she is that she can just talk about me like that? It doesn't seem as bad out of context, but this wasn't the first time she'd said something like this. She loves to tell the bf just how much she knows about me like "she spends all day playing her weird little games on the internet" and stuff like that. This actual statement was from when they'd been dating for all of maybe two weeks. I know, such is the love that is developed after living with a person for over a year. So I felt like being unpredictable, and I left as soon as I got dressed. Sadly, the roomie left before I got out the door so she didn't see me NOT "sitting around playing videogames." grrrrr. Okay, I'm still mad, but I have to end this rant sometime or it would never stop. It's not even that I'm so much mad as just really hurt that she'd rather go around thinking she knows me while making up a stupid stereotype that IS NOT ME. *THIS* is why I don't trust people, EVER, unless I've known them for most of my life, and even then. This really makes no sense. Sigh, anyway, I just had to type this out I guess, even if now you people all think I'm even crazier than you did before. Who am I kidding, what people?

So, in the direction of a bit more happiness, went and saw "Blade-Trinity" yesterday. That was uber fun. I know people have said it was stupid, and it really wasn't a very good action movie, but the sidekick- Hannibal King- was freaking HILARIOUS! He had the best comic timing like ever, even as he's slowly being beaten to death, basically, he's cracking jokes about the vamps. And then, when they threatened the little girl, he just got this sad puppy look on his face that just had me melting in my seat. I loved the movie, mostly because of King. The movie itself was fairly lame and could have been cut down about a half hour. Heck, I would have been happy to more or less watch a one-man comedy routine a la King. He was that funny.

Also, YAY, Xenosaga Ep.2 is now MINE! MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Can't play it till spring break, but still... MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So that has made me feel better.

On a whole, life is no more or less sucky that usual, with perhaps a bit more suckage clustered around the personal life (see rant) than I feel I really deserve, but...such is life. The suckage always hits you when you're least expecting it. Then WHAMMO! suckage in the face. Illegal check. Two minutes in the penalty box. Yeah, it's like that.
Tags: entertainment, randomness, rant

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