so me and William_Miller, well we gots us a new roommate, a roomie in the form of a cool girl named Kayla.
and it's awesome, because Rent, Internet, and whatever the hell else bills we get will be cheaper, and she's a cool person to hang with. Trust me, She hijacked William_Miller's Computer and we (Me, Him, and Her) watched some of V for Vendetta, and apparently she watched Superman Returns as well.
I am happy, very happy, because, in all honestly, not paying 700 bucks a month makes me happy as hell, but I can't help but feel like I got the shaft, which is odd. She asked me, very nicely, if she could have the room that would have been my room, cause she's a girl, and she wants her privacy, all and all understood, and I am a firm believer in chivarly, so I said yes, but I have this small chip on my shoulder, and I can't help but feel it, and I am sure once I talk it over with them again, it will be fine, but It seems to slightly irk me, that Kevin, aka William_Miller, the one who said yes to her request, didn't offer her HIS room. It was automatically me. I Know he says his room is his, because it leads to a porch, so he can smoke, but even if i had that room, he would be welcome to smoke when ever he pleased. I don't smoke, but I don't care either. It just seems like i was the easy pushover, like it was second nature to go, "You know, Donald prolly doesn't really want a room. You can have his."
Like i said, in the end, happy to do it, and I am sure with some curtains, a corner of the living room will be a nice living space. it just is slightly under my skin, and if i talk things out on my blog, they tend to go away, or become easy to manage.
and it's awesome, because Rent, Internet, and whatever the hell else bills we get will be cheaper, and she's a cool person to hang with. Trust me, She hijacked William_Miller's Computer and we (Me, Him, and Her) watched some of V for Vendetta, and apparently she watched Superman Returns as well.
I am happy, very happy, because, in all honestly, not paying 700 bucks a month makes me happy as hell, but I can't help but feel like I got the shaft, which is odd. She asked me, very nicely, if she could have the room that would have been my room, cause she's a girl, and she wants her privacy, all and all understood, and I am a firm believer in chivarly, so I said yes, but I have this small chip on my shoulder, and I can't help but feel it, and I am sure once I talk it over with them again, it will be fine, but It seems to slightly irk me, that Kevin, aka William_Miller, the one who said yes to her request, didn't offer her HIS room. It was automatically me. I Know he says his room is his, because it leads to a porch, so he can smoke, but even if i had that room, he would be welcome to smoke when ever he pleased. I don't smoke, but I don't care either. It just seems like i was the easy pushover, like it was second nature to go, "You know, Donald prolly doesn't really want a room. You can have his."
Like i said, in the end, happy to do it, and I am sure with some curtains, a corner of the living room will be a nice living space. it just is slightly under my skin, and if i talk things out on my blog, they tend to go away, or become easy to manage.