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So... this week kinda made me feel a little bolder than I have been in in the past.

The most note worthy thing was that my room mate pissed me off when he offered to go buy a pizza. I assume it was because he was hungry and I hadn’t started cooking yet. I hadn’t started cooking because I wasn’t hungry because we had both had a snack three hours earlier. And my room mate didn’t even ask if I was hungry, or offered to cook instead, he just jumped to wanting to buy a pizza. Maybe he didn’t think of any of that though. Maybe he was just going by his own stomach and assumed I was hungry just like he was. Okay, but I also can’t eat a large amount of cheese due to certain reasons I don’t like talking about, which he’s known for years, in combination with one more reason I couldn’t eat pizza, which I’m also not going to say. All of the reasons I can’t eat pizza, he should already know, so at that point, slightly annoyed with him, I responded to his offer with “Why? I can’t eat it.” He stood there for a second, said “Oh, right,” when he remembered, I guess, then walked back into his room and layed down in his bed. Again, no offer of cooking. If it had been another day where he had been working or something I’d understand his actions. That day was his day off, and all he had done that day was sleep aside from earlier where he’d eaten a snack with me, which I also made. Sometimes it really feels like I’m caring for a toddler.

Roomy got on my nerves again today when I caught him eating cereal when I was supposed to start cooking. He said he “just had to eat something”, which, okay fine I’ve had that feeling too, but he didn’t even ask if I was going to start cooking soon. It would have taken about fifteen minutes. He wasn’t dieing, I’m sure he could have waited that long. Since he did that, I refused to cook today. It may have been on the mean side, but if I had cooked he would have not eaten all of the food because he would have gotten full because he ate just a few minutes before. Again, he’s like a toddler sometimes.

Also, Friday and Saturday of this week I went out to visit the old lady I sometimes would work for. The one that drove me up the wall and made me need this journal as an outlet. Why did I visit her? I wanted to try and earn a few dollars so I could buy something for Christmas, or at the very least make it so it isn’t such a struggle to get through the month. She didn’t want anyone to help her out, but she took my number just in case. I went out to visit her a second day so I could get away from the computer and interact with other human beings who aren’t my room mate. It’s not the greatest option considering how crazy she can make me, but I needed it. She had a grandson visiting her that day. He’s a spirited one and he likes games, so we got along. Tends to talk when other people are talking though, so it was a little hard listening and speaking with everyone that was there. I don’t think I’ll visit them too often, but I’m hoping a once in a while visit will make her want to give me a job to do. Even if she doesn’t give me a job it’s a good thing for my sanity to speak with other people once in a while. Down side is that I can’t mention any of this to my room mate. He doesn’t want me going over to visit and/or work for the lady. He said it was because she drives me nuts, which is true, but he’s also being a bit of an idiot because he knows we need more money. Sh*t’s hitting the fan real quick and if we don’t get more income soon, we’ll be homeless. So, when it comes to the old lady or me going out to see her and possibly help with getting money, he can f*ck himself. Though I will probably also look around elsewhere to see if I can find another place to work. It’d be good for us both, and he knows it. Sort of. I won’t be telling him about any of this unless I absolutely have to.

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