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Dec. 16th, 2008 05:39 pmI don't think Pauline (a roomie) understands power bills. She gets cold sitting next to a window in a t-shirt, so what does she do? She turns on the heater. And leaves it on for an hour. And turns it back on when I turn it off. !! Get a freakin sweater if you're so cold. Sweater = first resort, not last. I only turn on the heater after I've been bundled up for at least a half hour, or if it's just ridiculous (around 60 degrees would qualify; the lowest it's been so far is 68). I'm sitting here, nice and toasty, getting HOT, with just a light sweater on. I'm not made out of money! The heater does NOT need to be on.
Also about Pauline: She got a job (yay!) at Wells Fargo. All this week and most of next week she has training from 8 am to 5 pm way over in Santa Ana, which is about 17 minutes away by car or over an hour's bus ride. She somehow missed her five alarms this morning, so she was going to be late to training. So, she decided to wake me up before 7 am to ask me for a ride. This was after she kept me awake for a while last night because she decided it would be a *fantastic idea* to bring her laptop into the bedroom right after I'd gone to bed sometime after midnight. So, my response? "umph, tired, zzzz" (translation: "STFU bitch, imma sleep"). Seriously. Learn to be responsible for your own self, then maybe your mom will let you get your driver's permit (she just turned 18 in October). I don't think she's talking to me anymore because she was late and it's all my fault. Boo hoo.
In other news, Jewel is being a bugger. She keeps investigating the Christmas tree, laying under it, peaking up through the branches, and batting at the ornaments. This morning, she swatted off five ornaments in three minutes. I think she's decided that the tree is her own personal toy dispenser. I came home from lab today to find that she napped the whole time I was gone, and all the ornaments were on the tree. Guess what she was up to within ten minutes of me getting back? Knocking off ornaments and batting them all around the living room. Brat. I love her so much. *hugs kitty*
Bonus points to whoever can identify the source of my icon quote. NO CHEATING.
Edit: She actually IS wearing a light sweater (I think she put it on after turning the heater on), and it's already 72 degrees in here.
Edit the second: The reason why Pauline "couldn't get up" this morning: she was chatting with a friend online until the wee hours in the morning. She's talking to said person on the phone right now, and her conversation just got really vague and awkward, saying things like "OMG I have to talk to you about something... later." If this is about me being a "bad roommate"... It's not my responsibility to get her up, or make sure she gets to bed at a reasonable hour, OR to drive her to work because she couldn't do either.
Also about Pauline: She got a job (yay!) at Wells Fargo. All this week and most of next week she has training from 8 am to 5 pm way over in Santa Ana, which is about 17 minutes away by car or over an hour's bus ride. She somehow missed her five alarms this morning, so she was going to be late to training. So, she decided to wake me up before 7 am to ask me for a ride. This was after she kept me awake for a while last night because she decided it would be a *fantastic idea* to bring her laptop into the bedroom right after I'd gone to bed sometime after midnight. So, my response? "umph, tired, zzzz" (translation: "STFU bitch, imma sleep"). Seriously. Learn to be responsible for your own self, then maybe your mom will let you get your driver's permit (she just turned 18 in October). I don't think she's talking to me anymore because she was late and it's all my fault. Boo hoo.
In other news, Jewel is being a bugger. She keeps investigating the Christmas tree, laying under it, peaking up through the branches, and batting at the ornaments. This morning, she swatted off five ornaments in three minutes. I think she's decided that the tree is her own personal toy dispenser. I came home from lab today to find that she napped the whole time I was gone, and all the ornaments were on the tree. Guess what she was up to within ten minutes of me getting back? Knocking off ornaments and batting them all around the living room. Brat. I love her so much. *hugs kitty*
Bonus points to whoever can identify the source of my icon quote. NO CHEATING.
Edit: She actually IS wearing a light sweater (I think she put it on after turning the heater on), and it's already 72 degrees in here.
Edit the second: The reason why Pauline "couldn't get up" this morning: she was chatting with a friend online until the wee hours in the morning. She's talking to said person on the phone right now, and her conversation just got really vague and awkward, saying things like "OMG I have to talk to you about something... later." If this is about me being a "bad roommate"... It's not my responsibility to get her up, or make sure she gets to bed at a reasonable hour, OR to drive her to work because she couldn't do either.
