Finally committed myself to donating Cornelius, who is unfortunately still sitting in the garage.  Submitted a form to get someone to come tow him and donate him to the local humane society (it was the most local I could get; I wanted to do the shelter Callie came from but I don't think they accept cars and I couldn't figure out the best way to get him to them).  They should call me tomorrow at some time and then hopefully Friday they will come get him.

I also wrote up three pages of notes for a house meeting I would like to have, because when I say I am about to snap on two of the three roommates, I fucking mean I am about to snap.  They do pretty much nothing without being told, and then at the past meetings they always voted against an enforcement mechanism (probably knowing full well they would be penalized, and despite being political science majors and knowing that shit is necessary to curb free-riding and shit).  Other roommate and I do the vast fucking majority (probably 90+ percent) of stuff around the house.  Meanwhile, especially in the bathroom, I make the least amount of mess.  It is bullshit.  And then the other two seem to get a fucking attitude whenever it is brought up that they didn't do something and I want to strangle people.

They all still keep lights on when they do not need to be, despite me saying so many times not only that that is a pet peeve of mine, but it is just wasting money.  It if figuratively burning money directly from our wallets and if they don't start turning shit off I'm going to start demanding to pay less than 1/4 the energy bill, because this shit is insane and unfair and bullshit.

Rent-wise, the allocation of payment is not fair at all: the two roommates who do nothing pay the least amount each (they like to pool it together as if they are paying both their amounts as one person, which is a highly manipulative way to make other roommate and I feel like we are "overcharging" or something).  My room is only around 1 square foot larger than theirs, or something, yet I pay 30 dollars less than double each of their rents.  Money is always a huge issue between us, because one roommate likes to lament how he has no money and his room is so small, etc., etc.  But my room just seems bigger because I am smarter with my furniture, and everything I have is more compact.  In reality, my room isn't that much larger to justify me paying so much more.  It is ridiculous and I am going to finally stand up for myself in that department.  I do not care if feels get hurt (which is what other roommate constantly worries about, but I have come to accept it as an inevitability due to personalities involved); it isn't fair and he can tell me it is all he wants.  But if he thinks it is fair the way it is, then that is fucked up.

I'm hoping I can deliver these messages in a less angry way than I am here and stuff.  But I am about to go insane and I find lately that I don't even really want to hang out with the two irresponsible roommates and that they both annoy me quite easily lately.  Not that this is surprising or unfamiliar.  I just wish I didn't live with spiritual preteens who need to be told what to do every fucking day.


For my eventual lunatic playthrough on Awakening, I'm already trying to figure out the best 1st-gen pairs to get the strongest 2nd-gen kids.  Because video games are serious business.