Yesterday, I decided to take the liberty of purchasing a new refridgerator, because those old guys at the convenience store have really started to get on my nerves. I have to say, although it was incredibly expensive, I am rather impressed. It has a ton of features that the other fridge lacked, such as an ice cube maker in the front and all that. I honestly love it, but knowing Vaati shares the same kitchen as I do gives me this uneasy feeling...like it's going to be destroyed in about a week or so. I don't think I can buy another appliance again...ugh, that Vaati, making me spend all of my money because of crazy freak "accidents." -.- Why is it that he always targets the kitchen appliances when he's angry anyway?! Earlier in the week he left the burners on the stove on because he lost an online game on his xbox. (Don't even ask me where he got one, because I have no idea. But I'm honestly not surprised.) Now two of the four burners don't work. Fortunatly, I can still survive on two burners, so there's no way I'm buying an entirely new one until it breaks.
That aside, I honestly feel bad for Reim, who has to come over just to type my blog posts for me and all that. Bah, what do I care, honestly? (Haha, you should've seen his face when I told him to write that! >D) He's supposed to be my scribe for work assignments, etc., but who wouldn't take advantage? Being blind does have its perks. :) Plus, Vaati detests him, but in a different way than he hates me and practically everything else that lives: he avoids him. Apparently he's too much of a bore. (I honestly don't blame him.) This just makes me want to invite him over more often, so not only do I get an extended relaxation time when he comes, but also some time to do something of interest without being eavesdropped or whatever. That's deffinatly good enough for me!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
My life is like some type of sick, childish prank sometimes.
Lately, I've become a bit of a convenience store junkie, thanks to the lack of a refrigerator. It's gotten so bad that all of the employees and other junkies know my name. It kind of scares me, since I've never told anyone... o.o Must be my Visa or something... Sadly, I've become what I feared- one of those people who sits at the local convenience store all day, joined by other junkies, scratching scratch tickets all day. Well, to tell the truth, I've never bothered to play the lottery, but I still...
The whole reason I've been at the store all day is obvious: to get away from Vaati, since all he does is sit in the appartment all day. Plus, he got me this subcription to some magazine...which I can't even read because it's not in brail. :( Oh well, it's probably something he knows I wouldn't read/browse in the first place...like Victoria Secret or something, but it still irks me that the subscription is under my name and is apparently coming out of my wallet...I should cancel it soon. :/
Being away from home all day does have one downside: Vaati's always trashes my room, and it's not your typical "trashing" either. We're talking childish prank-type trashing. You know, like curdled milk in the bed, blow up dinosaur in the closet, ketchup in the dresser type trashing. I swear he's going to make me go crazy, or at least move out. As much as I would love moving, I really need to get more evidence on this guy so that I can jail him... Ugh, sometimes I wish I never voluneered for this stupid job, but at least it pays well.
The whole reason I've been at the store all day is obvious: to get away from Vaati, since all he does is sit in the appartment all day. Plus, he got me this subcription to some magazine...which I can't even read because it's not in brail. :( Oh well, it's probably something he knows I wouldn't read/browse in the first place...like Victoria Secret or something, but it still irks me that the subscription is under my name and is apparently coming out of my wallet...I should cancel it soon. :/
Being away from home all day does have one downside: Vaati's always trashes my room, and it's not your typical "trashing" either. We're talking childish prank-type trashing. You know, like curdled milk in the bed, blow up dinosaur in the closet, ketchup in the dresser type trashing. I swear he's going to make me go crazy, or at least move out. As much as I would love moving, I really need to get more evidence on this guy so that I can jail him... Ugh, sometimes I wish I never voluneered for this stupid job, but at least it pays well.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Hormones or something else?
Yesterday I decided to go clothes shopping, because I'm sick and tired of getting weird looks every time I go out in public. Oh, and Vaati laughing at me isn't exactly helping either. (But at least I can get back at him for his rediculous outfit! :D) Before going out, as usually do when it comes to shopping, I asked the shorty if he wanted me to get him anything. As usual, he blew me off with a "whatever," which I swear is one of the three words that his "vast" vocabulary contains. Ignoring his comment, I asked if he wanted anything specific. As usual, he ignored me and continued watching his dumb show, meaning he probably wasn't listening from the beginning, which gave me an excuse to buy him a pink dress or something. (Hehe, the poor idiot has no idea. >:])
Did I mention I hate shopping? The weekly food shopping trip is bad enough, but clothes shopping...ugh, I detest it. Thankfully, now that I have some new clothes, I should be good for awhile. :) I went to the local department store and bought a few cheap T-shirts and some pants labeled "jeans." Since I arrived here, I've seen everyone wearing them, regardless of the occasion, so they must be standard. Oh, and I bought Vaati the pink dress. It was so worth the odd look I received from the cashier. >:]
When I got home, I found the living room trashed, as usual. I called for the shorty, who yelled angrily from upstairs to go away, like always. Regardless, I went up the "forbidden" stairs to the loft and knocked on the door. He opened the door, giving me the finger. I ignored him and handed the dress over, telling him I bought the clothes he "wanted."
He stared at the frilly pink dress for a few seconds.
"I NEVER WANTED THIS, YOU IDIOT! SINCE WHEN DID YOU DECIDE TO GO CLOTHES SHOPPING?!" With that, he threw the dress down the stairs.
Ah, it was so worth the 40 bucks. Later on he ended up burning the dress in the backyard, causing me to get in trouble with the neighbors. It cost me another 50 bucks to pay for the damages. Well, it wasn't mine, per say. I stole it from Vaati's piggy bank. >:] Last night he found out about the stolen money and blew the fridge into smithereens. Think I'll let him suffer a few days without a fridge, seeing as I'll eat take out. Oh, and from now on he's buying his own food, because I'm sick and tired of him complaining about what I get. -.- Ugh, what is he, like twelve?!
Ever since OJ got turned in Vaati's been all moody. It's really annoying. What is he, a parrot? Does he need social interaction for at least 4 hours a day or something? (Because there's no way I'm spending four hours with that guy.) Him simply sitting on the couch doing nothing irks me to no end. So, I told him to join boy scouts or something. (Anything to get him out of the house. I find when he's not there, bad things don't happen.) Again, he just gave me that annoying look. Ugh, sometimes I just wanna punch that guy...is it really possible to be such a jerk? The least he can do is get a job, that way I won't have to see him during the day at least. I mean, all he has to do is move his lazy ass...
Did I mention I hate shopping? The weekly food shopping trip is bad enough, but clothes shopping...ugh, I detest it. Thankfully, now that I have some new clothes, I should be good for awhile. :) I went to the local department store and bought a few cheap T-shirts and some pants labeled "jeans." Since I arrived here, I've seen everyone wearing them, regardless of the occasion, so they must be standard. Oh, and I bought Vaati the pink dress. It was so worth the odd look I received from the cashier. >:]
When I got home, I found the living room trashed, as usual. I called for the shorty, who yelled angrily from upstairs to go away, like always. Regardless, I went up the "forbidden" stairs to the loft and knocked on the door. He opened the door, giving me the finger. I ignored him and handed the dress over, telling him I bought the clothes he "wanted."
He stared at the frilly pink dress for a few seconds.
"I NEVER WANTED THIS, YOU IDIOT! SINCE WHEN DID YOU DECIDE TO GO CLOTHES SHOPPING?!" With that, he threw the dress down the stairs.
Ah, it was so worth the 40 bucks. Later on he ended up burning the dress in the backyard, causing me to get in trouble with the neighbors. It cost me another 50 bucks to pay for the damages. Well, it wasn't mine, per say. I stole it from Vaati's piggy bank. >:] Last night he found out about the stolen money and blew the fridge into smithereens. Think I'll let him suffer a few days without a fridge, seeing as I'll eat take out. Oh, and from now on he's buying his own food, because I'm sick and tired of him complaining about what I get. -.- Ugh, what is he, like twelve?!
Ever since OJ got turned in Vaati's been all moody. It's really annoying. What is he, a parrot? Does he need social interaction for at least 4 hours a day or something? (Because there's no way I'm spending four hours with that guy.) Him simply sitting on the couch doing nothing irks me to no end. So, I told him to join boy scouts or something. (Anything to get him out of the house. I find when he's not there, bad things don't happen.) Again, he just gave me that annoying look. Ugh, sometimes I just wanna punch that guy...is it really possible to be such a jerk? The least he can do is get a job, that way I won't have to see him during the day at least. I mean, all he has to do is move his lazy ass...
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Food Shopping: Not Exactly A Criminal's Strong Point
Today, Vaati spent 400 dollars on dark purple paint for his "room." You see, when he moved in, he claimed the entire loft area of the appartment to himself, leaving me to the downstairs with a room next to the kitchen. What really gets on my nerves is that I'm not allowed to go within a 20 foot radius of the stairs, while he and his "henchman" OJ or whatever his name is play checkers and yell in the kitchen, downstairs, RIGHT NEXT TO MY ROOM. I've told him to keep quiet multiple times because I'm usually trying to read, but every time he just gives me this foul look. So much for manners. Well, anyway, back to the paint. He and OJ carried the paint upstairs to his "lair" as labeled on the door, and immediately began smearing it on the walls. Oh, and did I mention that they forgot to use primer and spread a tarp on the floor? As a result, the room now looks like crap and the floors are ruined. (The only reason I know is because he invited me in to see how "awesome" it looks.) I doubt I'll ever be able to sell this appartment now... -.-
On Thursday, Vaati voluteered to go food shopping with OJ. This was a total surprise to me, because he usually groans or gives that trademark look when I kindly ask him to go, because I go every week. So, naturally, I let him. WORST. MISTAKE. EVER. First off, he and his little "friend" stole all the food from the store, and here's the worst part: what he stole was all of the most horrible tasting food. We're talking the inedible, liver, etc. I mean, if you were to steal food, wouldn't you want to steal a wedding cake or something? 8 pounds of liver...sheesh. He better eat it all, because I'm not touching it. Either he has the weirdest sense of taste, or he's just trying to drive me nuts. Personally, I think he's just trying to drive me nuts.
On the positive side, Vaati's stealing of the liver is, although pathetic, solid evidence. Now all he needs to do is commit an actual crime and sending him behind bars will be a breeze! Plus, I already called the authorities on OJ. Apparently he escaped from prison or something. What was it he did again? I can't remember... Well, the point is, they should come to fetch him in any minute... That's what you get for ruining my floors! :P
On Thursday, Vaati voluteered to go food shopping with OJ. This was a total surprise to me, because he usually groans or gives that trademark look when I kindly ask him to go, because I go every week. So, naturally, I let him. WORST. MISTAKE. EVER. First off, he and his little "friend" stole all the food from the store, and here's the worst part: what he stole was all of the most horrible tasting food. We're talking the inedible, liver, etc. I mean, if you were to steal food, wouldn't you want to steal a wedding cake or something? 8 pounds of liver...sheesh. He better eat it all, because I'm not touching it. Either he has the weirdest sense of taste, or he's just trying to drive me nuts. Personally, I think he's just trying to drive me nuts.
On the positive side, Vaati's stealing of the liver is, although pathetic, solid evidence. Now all he needs to do is commit an actual crime and sending him behind bars will be a breeze! Plus, I already called the authorities on OJ. Apparently he escaped from prison or something. What was it he did again? I can't remember... Well, the point is, they should come to fetch him in any minute... That's what you get for ruining my floors! :P
Saturday, November 20, 2010
My Roommate: The Angry Purple Grape
Recently, I had rented out an appartment to serve as a base for the current operation I am working on, since I am very far from home. Up until a few days ago, I had been able to conduct my research in blissful solitude, that is, until he showed up. Vaati the Wind Mage he calls himself. Apparently he has a title but no last name. To add, he is the strangest-looking person I've ever seen. Short with purple skin, hair, and clothes...a walking angry grape if you will. No, an walking pissed off grape. You see, no matter what I do to cheer him up or whatever, he just gives me this trademark scowl. It makes me wonder if he's capable of feeling or even showing any other kind of emotion...
Huh? You're wondering why I would let him rent a space with me even though I had the right to deny him permission? It's actually quite simple: I'm on a mission to apprehend dangerous criminals, and to me, even though he's pathetic and short, Vaati is under high criminal suspicion. Why do I think he's an outlaw? Well, he can't go for five minutes without rambling about world domination or laughing his maniacal, girly laugh. It's so obvious it's sad. :/
Although I have practically enough evidence to put him in jail for awhile- seeing how he's managed to smuggle weapons and "magic" wands into my appartment and placing them as booby traps in the worst and most obvious places, I can't help but want to watch him and his foolish attempts for just a little while longer, and I'm sure reading about his ridiculous plans won't be too boring either, right? ;D So, I figure I'll keep an eye on him for a year or so before finally turning him in, and I'll record his crazy actions on this here blog. Ho ho! Shouldn't be too dull, hm? I look forward to your veiws and personal opinions as well as his next pathetic excuse for a plan!
I bid you all farewell for now!~
Huh? You're wondering why I would let him rent a space with me even though I had the right to deny him permission? It's actually quite simple: I'm on a mission to apprehend dangerous criminals, and to me, even though he's pathetic and short, Vaati is under high criminal suspicion. Why do I think he's an outlaw? Well, he can't go for five minutes without rambling about world domination or laughing his maniacal, girly laugh. It's so obvious it's sad. :/
Although I have practically enough evidence to put him in jail for awhile- seeing how he's managed to smuggle weapons and "magic" wands into my appartment and placing them as booby traps in the worst and most obvious places, I can't help but want to watch him and his foolish attempts for just a little while longer, and I'm sure reading about his ridiculous plans won't be too boring either, right? ;D So, I figure I'll keep an eye on him for a year or so before finally turning him in, and I'll record his crazy actions on this here blog. Ho ho! Shouldn't be too dull, hm? I look forward to your veiws and personal opinions as well as his next pathetic excuse for a plan!
I bid you all farewell for now!~
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