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Monday, February 16

Can't Be Arsed

I'm having one of those days. You know the types, when you just can't be arsed to do anything at all. My housemates are pissing me off, I'm pissing me off, and life is pissing me off. But, perhaps above all, Aimee is pissing me off.

She's the girl who was at the boat party and is really loud and annoying and I don't really like her and I can't say anything to her because I see her every so often and she's friends with a few of my other friends and AAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!

Why is she annoying me? Apparently, on Friday night she told me that she was organising this small karaoke party type thing for this Tuesday. Apparently (again), I said that I would go, no worries, and that she should probably ring me and tell me the details again because I'd only forget them. Anyway, I promptly forgot about it, until she rang me today. I almost broke out in a cold sweat when I saw her name on my mobile's screen as it rang. And here I am, constantly moaning about being single. However, trust me, you definitely, definitely wouldn't. Not even with a fucking 1000ft bargepole.

I tried to make a bit of an excuse in that my parents are coming down sometime this week, and I wasn't sure when (which is true, unless you count the fact that I knew for definite that they wouldn't be coming down on the Tuesday). She then told me that she had met my housemate Pete at a house party last night (I told you she moved in the same circles as my other friends) and that he had said he would go to this karaoke night. Damn you Pete, damn you.

My Dad rang up shortly after that to tell me that they wouldn't be coming down anyway, since they were going to be well busy. Bang goes my free really nice meal that I foresaw this week. So, I texted Aimee to let her know that I could make it. At least if Pete goes, we can get lairy and drunk together, and both try to ignore Aimee as much we can. She's so goddamn loud, it annoys us both. Grr.

Why are my housemates annoying me? A number of reasons:
1. Arsenal were playing Chelsea in the FA Cup today, and it was on the TV at lunchtime. I'm a full-on Gooner (hence the URL), and I live with two Chelsea fans. I get so much stick every week about Arsenal, and when they're on the TV I get no end of abuse (I also live with a Spurs fan, you see). A case in point was when we beat Inter Milan 5-1 (5-1 for fuck's sake!) last November. We were all sat round watching it, and when Inter scored first I received an incredibly bitter tirade from them all, with loads of swearing and telling me just how shit Arsenal were. They were literally dancing around the living room.

When Arsenal scored, and then scored again, and again, and again, and finally for a 5th time, I had absolutely no qualms about leaping up, shouting stuff like "Fuck Yes!!!!" really, really loudly at the TV, at them, and just generally into the room. They promptly shut up. At the end of the game they were still being fuckers, saying that it wasn't as good as beating Lazio 4-0 away (as Chelsea had done a few weeks previously) and all that kind of shit.

Anyway, getting back to today's game. They were giving it all that for the first half-hour or so, claiming free-kicks every time Arsenal touched the ball and being all-round cunts. Then Chelsea scored, and they were leaping around the living room, telling me where I could shove it and being well lairy. When Arsenal equalised, I don't think I've ever shouted a single syllable as loud as the first "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssss!!!!!!!!!" that I did today. I also don't think I've said the word "fuck" as much in a single 10-second period either.

Then Arsenal scored again, and this time I leapt up and punched the air whilst shouting. They (Matt and Alex) went very quiet. They were practically silent for the rest of the game, because Arsenal were dominating and completely on top. Alex walked out a minute before the final whistle, and as soon as the whistle blew, Matt changed channel to some random crap on T4. Talk about being fucking bad losers. If Arsenal had lost, I have absolutely no doubt that I would have had to sit through all of the post-match analysis and them gloating at me for the rest of the week. I have to admit that I'm not a gloater when it comes to football. I'm just quietly confident and a little bit smug for the rest of the day, I barely even mention the result again if I can help it. I guess it's just the way I am, a nice guy.

2. Not being appreciated by them all. I do so much fucking work for this household, and it just doesn't get recognised. And yet I'm still expected to muck in and help when they're all on a bit of a cleaning mission or whatever. Well, most of them are on a cleaning mission. Matt doesn't do anything because he is the laziest slob ever and will not lift a finger to do anything at all unless you literally shout at him repeatedly to do it. Alex also does very, very little because he believes that he cleans up straight away whatever mess he makes, and shouldn't have to do anything more than that, even if the rest of us are working our asses off cleaning everything, even if we know that we didn't make the mess in the first place.

Do I sound really pedantic and obsessive about this? Well, so be it. So fucking well be it. I've absolutely had it up to here with them, and I'm not interested in doing anything for them again. Ever. The rent was supposed to be paid by everyone by last Friday at the latest, but no-one has even attempted to give me their cheques so that I can pay them into the bank. Mine's already in the account, but no-one else's is. I'm waiting for our landlord to ring me up in midweek, telling me that our communal cheque has bounced, and asking for another plus a bit more to cover the admin costs charged by the bank. When I tell everybody this, I will refuse to pay any part of these admin costs (over ?50, and this is the 3rd time it's happened), because I am no longer going to mother them and chase them up for this sort of thing. If they can't get their asses into gear, then perhaps this is the only way to get the message across.

Finally, why am I pissing me off? Because I'm such a fucking pushover in this house. I'm a nice guy (honestly, I am), and I don't have a problem helping people or doing them a favour. However, they've taken it too far now. I'm so pissed off with them it's not even funny. Like I said above, I do so much for them all, and they don't acknowledge it. Hell, they barely even acknowledge me full stop.

Another thing that annoys me about me: I know when it comes down to confronting them, I'm going to bottle it. I'm going to wimp out and not get my point across. I don't know why I am going to do this, but I know that it will happen. I'm a confident person, but I'm non-confrontational. I will argue though, and I'm fucking good at arguing my point (come on, I'm doing a law degree...), so I might be able to get round the problem that way, but I've got a distinct feeling that I could end up bottling it completely.

It's for reasons like these that I sometimes despise myself. Fucking bottler.


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