Who knew having time off could be so frustrating. 

I am so used to working that I do not know what to do with myself with my time off. That is so fucked up.

Between school and work I was always going all the time. Sometimes 7 days a week. I hope I don’t turn into one of those old farts that says they need something to do after they retire. Of course I would have money then and could do a hell of a lot more  than I can at my current income. 

I did stay in bed until 11. I was going to get up to catch the matinee at the theater, but I was too lazy. 

My new roommate is a total douche bag. Thank GOD that I only have to put up him until February. He is perfect example of the bumbling stoner stereotype. He has dreadlocks, a high pitched laugh and is completely lazy and irresponsible. One day I came home to find him stoned out of his mind, watching my DVDs, with the heat turned up all the way with two windows open. There was a bottle of teriyaki turned over in the refrigerator. When I asked him about he said “Oh wow! That sucks” and flopped back down on the couch. He left me to clean up. 

I hate being around drunk people when I am sober, now I hate high people when I am straight. 

Also, the son of a bitch thinks that I am some how obligated to share my movies, my books and my futon with him. 

I hope I can get a place by myself by the time my lease runs out.