CONSPIRACY THEORY #20041208 (+2)

now i don’t know if my rough draft will be good enough. we just had a re-hash session about our term papers in the research skills and methods course. dammit! and yeah, i’m gonna have a lotta revising to do until it’s a presentable rough draft.

i kept the phone in my room last night. i don’t care if his feelings are hurt because it shows a lack of trust in him… BECAUSE IT’S TRUE ASSHOLE!

so classes are done. still debating whether i should stay home longer or not. 4^th or the 14^th… ha! the flight is prolly all booked up anyway. i’m still more on the ‘no’ side because i know i’ll want to stay than come back to this flat. or not… i dunno. no no no, i’m supposed to be job hunting n’ stuff, that’s right! ok, fahget it. just wish i’d book a later date though. shit! dammit dammit dammit!

that’s ok, a few of you will be visiting me right? RIGHT?! c’maaaaaaaaaaaaaan! you know you waaaaaanna!

9 days left. and now i’m shittin’ bricks because of my term papers. looks like it’s going to be a painful 9 days. however, the reward of going home is SO worth it cuz i get to see all of you.

apparently there’s this tradition at sussex called the ‘sussex dash’ or something where on the due date of the dissertation people are seen sprinting across campus to hand in their dissertations and people everywhere are cheering them on and everything. heather said that last year there was a dude dressed up as a giraffe… hahahaha. SO funny. i hope i’ll have handed it in before then because you’ll have to line up… oops queue to hand them in. such a stupid word. queue.

so it’s kinda gross… but the DUDE DID HIS LAUNDRY!!!!! ok so the 38 yr old who’s never stepped foot into a grocery store, never cleaned up after himself, never cooked for himself… he did his laundry. ever since he moved here, he’s NEVER done any washing until this week. 2 of his flatmates are from the states and mina told me that they think he’s kinda ‘ayashii’ which means like a shady character… and i HAD to laugh because i could figure out the slang word they’d use to describe him.

we were discussing poco… aka postcolonialism in class today. it was interesting cuz michele’s fam originally from portugal was living in angola for generations. her husband fought for angola against portugal even though he is also of portuguese descent. her mother hasn’t stepped foot into portugal until she was 35. i can understand her anger at people making sweeping generalizations of colonialism/poco… but then you start thinking how many generations does one have to go back, where does the guilt end, do people still have to take responsibility? i remember when i was a little kid and i didn’t understand the meaning of that and i think it was mulroney that was apologizing to the japanese that were put in the internment camps during ww II and it was said on the radio… and i said to my mother, “well that’s a little late isn’t it? and why should it matter when it was so long ago?” of course it matters stoopid! and my being in canada i don’t think would completely renounce my responsibility of my japanese ancestors, would it? i don’t even know if there was anybody in my direct lineage that did fight in ww II. funny, the whole concept of colonialism/poco didn’t really have any resonance until i came here. i still don’t quite fully grasp it the way a european, let alone a brit would. maybe it’s also cuz i have no choice but to learn about it, whereas if i didn’t learn about it in class, then i prolly never really woulda thought about it. this is also coming from a girl that’s going to take the poco course next semester, oh the irony. guilt-ridden academics are now writing muches about poco etc, but if it’s not disseminated into the wider audience, what good is your navel gazing? isn’t part of taking responsibility for one’s actions acknowledging what one has done, even if it WAS so many years ago? and why do so many academics have to write SO pretentiously? idiots!

i’m tired. i think it was the glass of wine that i had. i think i’ve had more to drink here than i have in my lifetime… which to be honest isn’t much at all. so what i have written above can be taken with a grain of salt i think… i wonder where that phrase came from. hmm… i COULD ask jeeves, but i don’t have internet access. fuckers! why are there so many bad things happening back home? why did i have to read about the girl that’s scared to do ordinary things in life because she was shot on the bus or the boy that was goofing off, tried dunking and died of a concussion. or the 12 yr old that was killed by his brother and his brother’s friends i think last year and now they’re writing up about the condition in which he was found? someone cheer me up please?

it doesn’t help that slob STILL hasn’t moved out, and now he’s talking on his celly so fucking loud. i don’t want to hear your stupid voice, i don’t want to smell your stupid cologne, i want you OUT! do you hear me? OUT! get outta this flat, get outta my life, stop ruining things for me you ruiner of all ruiners! he left the light on in his room for 2 fucking hours while he went out last night. fucker! i’ve even moved my desk slightly away from the wall so that when his door slams my desk doesn’t shake. great now i can hear his tv clearly and it’s 11pm and i will sleep soon because there’s no point in trying to read an article when you’re tired. GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY! oh, right, be careful what you wish for… great, i’ve just created my own karma. fuck!

agent orange

CONSPIRACY THEORY #20041206

theme song: “fight music” artist: d12 extremely politically incorrect music, definitely not something you’d want to play to impress somebody, or play in mixed company, UNLESS YOU’RE REALLY FUCKING ANGRY!!!!! ok, so me and sabina spoke to the slob. grab a cuppa, sit back, relax and enjoy a lurvely story of how you should NEVER EVER trust a dude like him. when we first got the phone installed, we’d agreed that it’d be a FLAT phone for ALL OF US to use. we’d agreed that it’d be under the slob’s name because he wanted to get one for his own line in his room and offered to set one up for us as well and all we’d have to do is call bt (the conglomerate phone company like bell) and settle the $ issue oops £ issue. fine. well, previous occupants of some of these rooms had phone #s, the slob, me and mina’s. so because the line was dead in the slob’s room, he decided to use the one in the hall cuz that one was active. fine. BUT THE BITCH TOOK MY PHONE NUMBER!!!!! unbeknownst to me, he took my phone #. fine, it’s JUST A NUMBER, but here, if you have to get a new one it costs your life. why din’t he just use his #, i have NO clue. he got the phone bill for last month. most of it was HIS and he didn’t pay it off… or so the story goes. so that’s why bt said that we couldn’t make any more int’l calls. riiiiiiight! he called bt and told them not to allow it anymore. we don’t give a fuck about uk #s we need to call home. maja is leaving in 2 days, i’m sure she needs to call home to make arrangements etc etc. i need to call to confirm my flight etc etc. we paid our portion of the phone bill. here’s another shady part. he wrote on the phone bill that the line rental was £52 something. excuse me? it’s either £11.5, 17.5, or 26.5. naice attempt at extortion buddy! asshole! so i din’t pay that, i paid what i should. which is £3 cuz that’s what he said in the first place. and even if it’s for the 2 months’ worth for £26.5, i didn’t choose to have the most expensive phone plan, you did idiot!

anyhow, i didn’t think it’d be such a big issue that MY # was gone until i called bt to get the line activated for my room… it’s been dead for so long that they’d actually have to get an engineer to activate it. that won’t happen until January 13^th. right.

i was either going to:

1.        take over the line in the hall for MY new number

2.        take the handset away since if we can’t use it, it’s OUR phone we can do what we want

3.        duke it out since the # originally belonged to me

well, me and Sabina spoke to him today. he’s moving out… he’s cancelling his # on the line in the hall… do i take the handset away and be a bitch? well, i’m a better person than that. but what REALLY gets to me, is that he’s such a lying, deceitful asshole and KNOWS it, but he acts all nice about things. i DO NOT trust that boy at ALL anymore. he’s always telling people different things. i don’t know what to believe anymore and frankly i don’t give a rat’s ass as long as he doesn’t do anything else to me, that’s cool. i’m kinda apprehensive about who’s going to move in thereafter since we’re stuck with the newbie until next year. after dec 10 ^th your ass belongs to the uni in terms of a tenancy agreement for this flat.

this was a giant conspiracy against me and all my flatmates and i curse whomever it was that made it befall US. what have i ever done to have to deal with a deceitful, lying, dirty, messy asshole like him?

agent orange