Hai Guys! :3

Yeah, so, for those of you out there that don't know, my roommates and I just went through this MASSIVE explosive fight.  Remember how I told you that the place is disgusting and nobody does anything?  Well, I finally got sick of it and tagged them all in a Facebook status saying that they have to clean up EVERYTHING in the sink by 7:00PM on Wednesday or I would throw it all out.  I had no complaints...until Kelsey saw it. 

Basically, she called me out of my room and started screaming at me asking me why I had posted that on Facebook, telling me how embarrassing it was, and how I should have just told them.  Wellllllll, clearly she hadn't finished reading the post because I had said that I posted it since I didn't know all of their schedules and this way I knew they would see it.  But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

She called me out and we had a verbal smackdown in which nobody wins.  Nicole knows.  She was there lying on my bed listening to it happen.  But, honestly, clean the dishes!  There was NO space to clean ANYTHING.  The dishes in the sink piled right up to the faucet!  I was going to throw everything out because I couldn't do anything in the kitchen!  Besides, how in the world was that embarrassing at all for her?!  She always has people coming in, everybody's seen the mess!  What are they going to care?!

But, nope.  Nicole's mom was concerned for me because girls are bloody vicious creatures.  I don't like many of them, however, the few that become my friends are REALLY good friends (ie. Nicole =P).  I was very lucky.  Nicole's parents took me in.  We just finished taking the last of my stuff out of that place.  I swear that was the 7th layer of Hell or something...what did I do in a past life?! D'x

It sounds like due time to celebrate my leaving that filth pit, yes?  Not quite.  I still have to do a proper check-out of residence with my floor don (dorm advisor, if you will).  So, I'm trying to get a hold of her so we can set up a sort of appointment and I'll return my keys and everything.  I don't want anything to do with that apartment ever again.

I'll let you know when we can start celebrating my freedom of that stupid place. 

In the meantime, keep it real, keep true to you.

Peace,

Dusk

Well, hello, World!

Thought I'd let you know how my day went today.

I got back to residence after my morning class to find about four to five bottles of alcohol on the kitchen table standing in a line from biggest to smallest.  I will update later to show you what I mean.  This made me worry and the first thing that I thought of was, "I'm NOT getting any sleep tonight..."

Being me, my first thought was to see if I could crash at Nicole's only to realise that she finishes classes much earlier in the day and the buses stop running an hour before I get off class.  Not a problem, right?  You can just skip that last class, it's okay, right?  NO!  I don't skip class, I'm a good student. =]  Not to mention, I had a quiz to write in that class. 

So, I started to feel down because I couldn't think about how to handle the noise my roommates would make tonight.  THEN, because Nicole is brilliant and I am not (yes, I did say that), she reminded me that I could go to Ian's to sleep.  It would mean that I am on a couch, but it also means that it'd be quiet and I get sleep tonight.  Of course, I gave Ian a text and now, HERE I AM!  I'm at Ian's.  He and Nicole are seriously the ones keeping me sane while I have to deal with these darned roommates.

Yeah...so...I don't really know how to end this...

So, here, have a sleepy Corgi.

Dusk =]

Hey Everyone!

Thought I should let you know that the dye from the first round of blue (green) finally washed out.  I recently re-coloured it and it's MORE blue this time!  Much darker than the first time around and much bluer! 

Also, my style has changed a bit.  I've started wearing ties with my blouses with a t-shirt underneath.  It all started when I found this '80s sort of tie with chains and safety pins hanging off of it.  Since then, I got sort of enthusiastic about ties and I asked Dad for his thin blue tie that he first used to teach me how to tie.  I'm so glad he taught me how to tie a tie. =]

Honestly, I asked him to teach me because I had this paranoia having never worn a uniform before thinking that I would need a tie.  He probably knew that I wouldn't need one, but I didn't know.  He didn't bother explaining to me that I wouldn't need it.  Instead, he just went with it and showed me how without hesitation.  For a while I would have his tie hanging off the doorknob of my bedroom in case I would want to practice tying it more.

Eventually he got his tie back.  I still took it every so often just to prove to myself that I could still tie it.  Now, he just doesn't wear ties unless there's some sort of occasion, so he let me take the same blue tie back to school with me. 

I don't know why I suddenly love ties so much, but I'm having fun with it, so it's all good.

Oh, yeah.  I recently washed my hair for the first time since re-colouring it, and I kid you not, it looked like a smurf exploded in the shower. xD  That was horrible.  I'm sorry...=[

But yeah, I turned the shower, my towel, my hands, and my hairbrush blue.  Thank goodness the blue came off my hands though. =P  I think my hair became more green again though.  It's dark green.

Well...I believe that's all for now. 

I'll keep you guys in the loop.

Until next time,

Dusk

You know what I really hate?

I hate the fact that we've had all of these apartment meetings talking about how we're going to keep this place clean, and the only one pulling their weight around here is me.  I hate how we talked about keeping dishes and pots out of the sink and off of the stove so others can use it and I'm the only one doing that.  I hate that I live with a bunch of IDIOTS that lie their way through things.  I hate that, although I don't work as hard as I could be, they still work less.  I hate that they email professors saying that they're ill or have an exam so that they can get extensions on things while I work my butt off trying to keep with that due date.  I HATE that I do what I do quietly without bothering them and they're so damned loud all the freaking time when I'm trying to work, trying to sleep, or just doing nothing. 

I hate it.  I hate living on this floor where people destroy and steal property.  I hate that I have to live with these people. 

I hate that I have to deal with the stench in our apartment while no one else cares.  I hate that I have to clean off what is not my mess just so I can use what I need to.  I hate that I have to live in this sorry dump that we're supposed to call an apartment.  That we're supposed to call this HOME during these few months of school.

I hate that I keep my stuff out of the way while they just leave their crap everywhere.  I hate that.  I hate that they don't care.  I want to take everything that they're supposed to do and dump it all on their stupid little beds so that they can see even clearer than things already are, that our place is a filthy, digusting, vomit-inducing MESS.

I hate that we can't open the windows.  I hate that they don't know how to cook.  I hate that they don't know how to clean.  I hate that they think they're so amazing because they're NOT. 

They're not!  And I want to hit something.  I want to live away from this.  But really...just really...I just want to leave this stupid place and never come back.  I never want to see their faces again, I never want to hear their names or their voices.  I just want out. 

I don't like it here.  I never did and I never will. 

People are never what they seem to be.  Don't take them at face value.  Get to know them better before you say whether you like them or not.  See if they really are the people you want to be around or be like because half the time, they're not.

Hey, Everyone!

Thought I'd tell you about my mess of assignments...well, I guess it isn't that many, but when I even think about working them all out, it feels like a lot.  You see, just before the end of Reading Week, Nicole told me that I have a proposal to do for Reading Drama.  What I didn't realise was that it was actually just the outline for it.  So there I was panicking like a mad child about having to write six pages for Monday...little did I realise that I read the wrong part of the syllabus. 

I ONLY needed the outline, not the actual proposal which is due later on.  Crisis diverted...only sort of.  I also have the rough draft of an essay due this Friday, the actual essay to write, a research paper to start for Archaeology, AND the final proposal for Drama.....fun.

If I actually do plan things to work out, all should be fine.  But, having my brain, I would be thinking about anime at such a bad time...I just spent my break this afternoon watching the first three and a half episodes of Blue Exorcist.  Smart me...I think this is just a result of stress and the recent bout of depression passing...I guess you can't really call it depression, but it is just feeling really, really, REALLY down...it's getting better now.  I think what I really needed was just some companionship...even though I wanted to be alone. 

I noticed that when my roommate got back that I was feeling a bit better.  It started as that little bit of fake smiles and all that, but then Nicole came by.  Thank God that she did too.  That made me feel a LOT better. =]

If you're reading this, Nicole, thanks so much! =]

It's tough to do when you're really down, but seriously, being with your friends, even when you want to be just completely alone to mope helps SOOO much.

Anyway, more on that another time.  Class is starting soon.

Hasta la bye bye,

Dusk

Hey Guys,

Sorry I haven't been posting much.  Been spending the week with my boyfriend.  I haven't seen him since Christmas Eve when I had to see him off to Vancouver.  We were only together for 3 days then.  This time we had a whole week.

You'd think we'd get used to this whole being apart thing after a while now.  But, honestly, I don't think there is any getting used to this...it just hurts every time we need to separate.  Sure it's only for a while, it's not like we'll be apart forever, but it still hurts.  There just is no getting used to this.

I swear Dad is getting irritated at me breaking down emotionally just about every time we need to see him off, but I can't help it.  The longest he's been away from Mom is just a week for her business trips.  It's not like it happens all that often either.  Boyfriend and I are separated for at least a month at a time.  With, if we're lucky, only a week to be together.  Sure, there's summer and all, but we're both looking for jobs, and it doesn't necessarily mean that we'll be working together.  Besides, how long are we going to have to wait until the next summer, right?

Like, sheesh, way to be insensitive.  Thanks. 

I'm really sorry if you guys were looking forward to some happy, cheery post, but I really needed to get that off my chest.

If you're reading this, I miss you so much.

Dusk

Hey, guys.

I was just thinking and I came across this one thought that I thought you should know about.  You should never take yourself too seriously.  You've all heard about boring party poopers to be a "stick in the mud," yes?  Well, it's true, don't take everything so seriously.  I mean, if you take a perfectly awesome thing and make it all sad, dull, and boring to the point that it may as well just be some gray thing.  Not even an interesting gray thing, but a ridiculously boring gray thing, then you've got to be more than a stick in the mud.  Not "more than" as in, you're better than that, instead, it's something more like, you'd be more of a boring stick in the mud than just any old stick in the mud.

You wouldn't be an interesting stick with cool contours, nicks, and a cool breaking point from where you've separated from the tree.  Nope.  You'd be a very, very boring, straight standing, smooth stick.  There is nothing interesting about you.  The most you'd probably be good for is to act as a tool that, I think it was monkeys, if not chimps, or both, use to lift bits of tree bark or whatever to get at the bugs underneath.  That is, if you had a pointed or flat-ish tip.  If you're so boring that you can't even do that, wellllll then, you should probably learn to be more interesting, or there is no hope because your boringness is so darned boring that you'd never get out of your boring cyclone. 

Yes, boring cyclone.  Everywhere you go, instead of causing chaos and destruction, you will cause boringness to spread.  People would be like zombies...no, like robots.  Not those scary robots that would take over the world, either.  Just robots that do what they're told.  No artificial intelligence.  Just machines where you input information, and information comes out.  That is it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, live life, guys.  Don't be all boring.  Make something of yourself and have some fun.  Cut loose.  Be you, do something different.  Colour your hair.  Do something crazy.  Make life something you want to remember, not something that is just droning on and on like a lecture on dead bacteria...do they do lectures on dead bacteria?  I don't know.  But if you like that stuff, then awesome!  Go enjoy that lecture on dead bacteria!

Make life what you want it to be.

Be what you are, don't care what other people say, and stay true.

And most of all, remember what Ms. Frizzle taught us as kids: "Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!"

Peace out!

Dusk