Drama...oh Mama!

So...I'm not sure where to begin...I'm still fending off roaring laughter. There has been a problem with people not cleaning up after themselves ever since I moved in. I hate it. I've been irritated by it constantly. I've made my share of notes, comments and so on about it. No one changes for nagging roommates. It's true! I dare you to prove me wrong. I've just made it a personal goal to take care of myself and not worry about anyone else. It's selfish yes, but at least I know I'm not the one leaving dishes in the sink, junk on the floor and so on.  The new roommates have been convinced that the dishwasher doesn't clean the dishes. So, there is a stack of hand washed dishes on the counter every day or so. I come from a situation where you have to pretty much just wash the dishes before they go in the washer. It's just a fact of life when you live in a cheap or government-funded institution. Hand washing does save on power bills (supposedly) and it's fast when you need something right then and there. But, there is the sponge factor. It has been proven more than once that the kitchen sponge or rag holds more bacteria, viruses, and other gunk than even a toilet seat. I'm not going to eat off of something washed with that. I have slight germ-o-phobic tendencies...so I like the hot dishwasher part. 

Ok....so, we now have new roommates that are young, and just don't get it. This picture is the latest. I saw it and had to run to my room to laugh. I later went out and took a picture of it, because it's just that funny. When I went to take it, I said "I want to remember this." The girls in the room just looked at me with the look that makes you want to run away and hide. But, instead I just wanted to laugh more. I'm working on moving out as soon as possible. I need my own room and I want to live with older people that don't have immaturity issues with the dishes. I know who isn't cleaning up after themselves and she happens to share my room with me. I'm so done with this. It's time to move into my own place and get a cat and/or dog to cope with the loneliness factor. 

Irritated, Bitter Rantings...

Ok...it is not worth your time to read this (if anyone does actually do so).
Today in Sacrament meeting we had two wonderful talks given by two wonderful people that are about to get married. The talks were good, despite being on the topic of marriage, and the Spirit was there.
BUT, once again, the topic of marriage has been pounded into my head. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Seriously. I know it's a commandment to get married and have a family. I would love nothing more than to do so. But, the male gender fails horribly...and, I guess I'm just not what anyone wants right now (or ever). I have done what I can to make myself more appealing to the male gender. Some things I just can't control, but I'm trying. I still have a hard time talking to guys (especially if I think they're attractive in any way). So, that's it universe. I'm done. I fail. Men fail. I will be single for the rest of my mortal life. I'm ok with it, really. I mean, I don't want to be alone, but that's why there are cats, dogs and fish. I just wish people would realize dating and marriage isn't for everyone and that they need to stop drilling it into our minds. It hurts more and more each time. It hit the hardest today when I was asked if I was dating anyone. After all that talk about marriage, someone had to bother me about it personally. I'm sooooo done.

Just a Day

So, it's really late and I'm about to hit the nonsensical point, but I have to jot down some things about my day today.
It all starts with Sunday. There was a CES Fireside broadcast by Elder Richard G. Scott. The last half of his talk hit me in a way that I can't quite explain. I felt more hopeless than I've ever felt about getting married. But, at the same time, I felt ok about everything. So, in my emotional rollercoaster after that talk, I felt like I needed to go to the temple. I was going to go yesterday morning before work, but woke up in a funk and decided to sleep in. Not only did I miss out on going to the temple while it was slow and quiet, but I also almost slept through my job. Anyways....I got through my day yesterday and decided I still needed to go. So, all I could think about today was when I could go. I had decided to go this afternoon after I got off work, but then last night I got called into my other, somewhat existent job (I have 2 permanent jobs and a 3rd one that I am currently subbing at). So, I got up this morning with the idea that it was going to happen because I needed to make up for not going yesterday. Anyways. I got up, went to work at one job, got off, came home, showered, checked my email and left for the temple. I got there and there was a ward with a bunch of youth there. They had me go in and somehow I was able to get in and out in just the right amount of time. (tell me prayers aren't answered...I dare you). It was a wonderful experience. I won't write about it here (too personal). I came out feeling warm, happy and peaceful again. It was wonderful. Then I left and went to my substitute job. At this job I have been subbing for a teacher that has taught piano and violin. Now, any of you that may be reading this that know me, knows that I am not a violin player. The piano lessons are not a problem for me. In fact, I love teaching. The violin part is completely different. As a music education major, I did take 2 semesters of classes that taught me how to play and teach string instruments. So, if I have a beginning student in front of me, I know more than they do and I can handle the lesson just fine. In fact, it's FUN!. I've actually decided to work towards really learning to play the violin because of this. But, there is one student that is not a beginner. Today I found out that they are dropping lessons at the studio due to some serious problems with their program. I tried not to take offense at first, since I am 'just the substitute', but after I found the receipt from their withdrawal process, I can't help but feel a little miffed. On it it asked for a reason for withdrawing. The first part didn't pertain to me. But, then the mother mentioned that the substitute knew NOTHING about violin. Ok, I may not be a master violin player, but I DO know how to play. I can do a few scales, I can hold the bow properly, I can tune the instrument and I can play freaking Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I don't know NOTHING about the violin. Not only does this hurt my ego (if you can call it that), but now the people that have asked me to sub think I've been doing nothing in the lessons I've been teaching for the past couple of weeks. It really kind of irks me that someone would be so not accurate in their description. It's not like it really matters, and I'm really ok with it. But, really?
Ok. Ranting done. :)
Life is crazy.
I forgot what it was like to be busy. I'm not sure I like it, but at least I can buy some new clothes, buy gas for my car and do more. Yay!
Ok, I'm done for now.
Later!