Filed under: Miscellaneous | Tags: Anger, Bitch, Facebook, Injury, Pain, TV & Games, Twitter, WTF
Sims 3 is everything I expected and hope for. I absolutely love it. I woke up especially early on Friday (my one day off all week) to get it. 
I played on it all day. I eventually stopped playing at 5.30 am Saturday morning and that is only because I had work at 6pm and had to get a bit of sleep before hand, especially since I was working until 2am. Although because I was waiting for my lift I ended up getting home at 4am.
Speaking of work… my feet hurt. Lots. I honestly feel like a cripple. I couldn’t walk yesterday and since I had work today I thought I would buy pain killers. They don’t seem to have done much. Damn. I was suppose to work yesterday but I wasn’t feeling well, which meant I could rest my feet. So I phoned in and told them I was ill. This has lead me to dislike my boss immensely. (Meaning: Hate with a furious passion) She is so mean! Here is me lying in bed ill and she says, in one of the most snooty voices I’ve ever hear, “thanks for that!”
Bitch.
Oh well, theres nothing I can really do about it. She’s a cow to everyone. Thats not going to change- I just need to stay away from her, that way if I don’t see her she can’t be a cow to me. And I wont get moaned at for answering back. I was lucky I was on the phone to her because I really wanted to tell her how rude she was and how I didn’t appriciate it. But I didn’t. The credit crunch is a powerful force.
So… whats new? Not a hell of alot. I have fixed the link for my twitter and have added an ‘add me’ for facebook. So if you like me that much you can add me. Don’t worry it isn’t compulsary! 
Filed under: Miscellaneous, University | Tags: Anger, Bitch, EEEHH!, Evil, Miscellaneous, University, WTF
As you can probably tell, i’m not very happy. In fact I just plain pissed off! I should probably mention a little background… A few weeks ago I was ill so I cancelled a meeting with this girl; we were going design a poster together because she’s crap with computers and couldn’t do it herself. She was a bit angry because the poster had to get done for that day, so I made one at home and set it to her. Her excuse for being angry then was because she wanted us to do it together (what am I, your cub scout leader?!). At this point I was starting to think to myself “can’t this whiney bitch be grateful?!”; I was ill and she wasn’t helping. So I sent an email back saying if she didn’t like anything she could change it. Another thing she was angry about was that I texted her at 2pm when we were suppose to be meeting at 3pm. I left it late because I was hoping I would feel well enough to go later in the day, but she didn’t like what I had to say on that score.
Ever since she has send me emails saying how I have no manners because I cancel meetings late and don’t say sorry (obviously she can’t read). For example there was a meeting on Monday that I thought I told her I couldn’t go to, because I had a lecture between those times. Here is what I got back:
Thanks for once again failing to apologise. Do you have any manners? Clearly not. You’ve known about this for at least a week. I am so unimpressed but frankly I didn’t expect anything better.
You’re not impressed? Well guess what? Neither am I! I thought I had let her know, she obiviously forgot or I was mistaken. Is that any reason to bite my head off? (Huh! And she calls me rude!) So I decided I would have to skip my lecture for this bloody meeting. I did, I didn’t talk to her, I went home. End of the drama? Oh no, not by a long shot! She texted me last night about some money that I had meant to get back from our student union for her, I will admit here that it took me a long time to get round to it. I did keep forgetting and I was very busy, but yes the amount of time is my fault. So she texts me and asks me if I have it yet. I had planned on doing it today so I said yes, because by the time she saw me I would have it and then I wouldn’t have to talk to her again! Happy days! We set up a space of time to meet. It took longer then expected in our student union because of unforseen complications, so I was late, I was rushing but I was late. And what does she do, she talks to me like crap. Saying in a nasty tone digs like “Oh nice of you to yet me know you’d be late!”, “I’m very busy, I am third year” (Oh boy, don’t I know… she seems to think I have all the time in the world!) and “thanks for not returning it for over a month!”, be glad I did all the paperwork for you at all, you mean bitch! I am so glad I never have to talk to her again, if I never see her again it will be too soon. Knowing her has been like a prison sentence!
