Apparently...

...E and I are petty! Imagine that! Let me explain.

Any of you that have read my other "venting sessions" about the children have read all the petty/aggravating things they've done this semester. Well, last night M "asked" us to stop slamming the doors because it was causing the back one to become ajar. What she doesn't realize is that it was ajar because E had tossed the cat out for the umpteenth time, and had slammed it so hard that it didn't latch. It was quite funny actually.

Well, tonight, the lone streamer that has been hanging there since T's birthday weekend- we tore it down. I will admit, it was slightly petty. Apparently that was enough for them to call up "assholes" and "fucking bitches."* A few minutes later they knocked on our bedroom door saying we were just acting plain petty because of the door slamming (they were the ones that initiated the slamming for no damn reason- ours had a purpose**) Now, we brought up the towel problem, where they "claim a guy friend of theirs wiped his face on E's towels, which are now stained with the makeup- funny, the make up is the same shade as T's foundation/concealer. What a coincidence... We also said the cat can't come inside anymore, and brought up why we slam the doors. What we could have also brought up was the fact that M, through her last period used pretty much my entire box of tampons that were under the bathroom sink, because she "confused them for her own" and still has yet to replace them (a month later, but yet she can pay for the guinea pig supplies, the hair extensions, pizza and alcohol- but not a $5 box of tampons). Or the fact that not only is the bathroom trashed because of them, but also the entire house because of their "Thirsty Thursday" partying. Also the bedding that they've tracked throughout the house, or the name calling.

Thank God I'm going home this weekend... I might have the feeling that I lost a few more friends to the ex, but sadly, I kind of expect it anymore. It's sad because someone I consider to pretty much one of my best friends. But W shares more in common with him.. I guess this is what happens. Not saying it doesn't hurt though... I'll hang out with B this weekend, go see The Men Who Stare At Goats. I had been trying to get a group of friends to go, but no one but her and W responded, his schedule's screwy, and he's the drifting away, so I'll hang out with her.. possibly hang out with J and Mom, and Dudley the wonder puppy of course (11 r old yellow lab/welsh corgi/ lil bit of basset hound mix-- resembles a fat yellow lab with legs cut off). Another weekend without the stress and chaos known as SSU. How nice it should be...

I'll try and update when I get back. If something happens before I leave tomorrow, I might post but no guarantees. Also, don't be afraid to leave your opinions. I'm a big girl, I can take it, lol :)

I'll try and post



*Now I will admit to being a bitch. In fact I embrace it sometimes. However, fecal matter does not come spewing out of my mouth.

**E would slam only the front/back door if she had to toss the cat outside because one of them let it in. I would slam it because of the cat, or bc T/M had been in the bathroom for over an hour, so I would have to brush my teeth in the building of the class I would have to rush to. They however slam every door in the house, for what appears to be no damn reason.