Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Went back to the hostel yesterday, and found someone else had moved in. Apparently because my roomie moved out, they couldn't let me have the room to myself, and now there's a China girl in there.

She's got far too many things! Ok, I understand that she's all alone away from her home country, but she's perfectly entitled to have things as long as they don't end up all in my side of the room as well - and frankly, right now I have about enough space to sit in my chair and that's it. She moved my stuff away from where it was originally, so she could put her shelf and her fridge. She's got stinking shoes (at about nose level) on the shelves my roomie used to put her soap and bathing stuff, and she's taken up my shelves as well to put her dustpan and other cleaning things. I can't open my cupboard doors without having to shove luggage out of the way. She dries her wet clothes on a portable rack thingy instead of behind the bathroom like everyone else, and the whole room now has that musty stuffy smell of wet clothes. And she insists on shutting the blinds for goodness knows what reason, so the room is all dark and stuffy.

ARGH!!!!!!!!



Came back from choir practice last night at like, 10pm or so, and she was already asleep, so couldn't do much 'cause I didn't want to wake her. This morning she woke at about 7 and started shifting stuff around, turned on the lights (and closed the blinds - like, duh! Why not just leave the blinds open and get some good clean fresh air as well as natural light?) and started studying. Glory good sakes and lords above it's the freaking holidays! And she's so quiet that when I greet her she looks at me strangely and gives a barely audible answer, and doesn't look up from her books when I said bye. Hmph.

Now my one refuge away from home has been desecrated by the presence of a mugger with too many worldly possessions *growl* Can I have my real roomie back, please?

the dead woman murmured 5/18/2004 12:41:00 AM
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mood

Translation:
Nemo nisi mors.


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