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Sunday, January 23, 2011

What did the kitchen appliances ever do to deserve this sort of treatment?!

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 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.