Tension

Here are the latest events/musings...

Fight Club 2am
Last night, in the flat, all hell broke loose. I was meant to be working 8.30am-8.30pm today. I went to bed early, so as to get about 8 hours sleep. I was about to drift off when... my flatmate came in, and had brought some people back to the flat for a party. First there was the slamming of doors, then the talking in really loud voices - this I could've put up with. However, then came the music; hard house, banging relentlessly.

There was no way I could sleep with that on, especially because the walls are almost paper thin (the living room is next to my room and you can hear everything). I then asked to speak to Shagger in private in the hall. I asked politely could he turn it down? He agreed. That's fine I thought, so back to bed I went. 5 minutes later, the music was back on, even louder. I waited a while, to see if he'd remember I was trying to sleep, and turn it down. Nope. Still as loud as ever.

I then decided if he's not going to listen to me then I'll just go and confiscate my TV (through which the music was being played), so as I might have a chance of getting to sleep. By this time I could get 5 hours sleep at most. I went through and (aggressively) unplugged the tv, cables etc, and proceeded to take it back through to my room (the tv is on wheels). There were then protests of "what are you playing at?" etc. I had to explain to the guests that I was trying to sleep. Shagger then got very upset and followed me through to my room, where he told me to apologise to his guests. I explained to him that he was completely out of order and had no consideration for me at all and he knew fine well I was up for the long shift the next day. This is when it really kicked off. He then started to talk down to me in the most obnoxious manner, saying I'd embarrassed him in front of his guests. I explained I just wanted a sleep - was it too much to ask? He then threatened my, saying "I'll throw you down those fecking stairs", "slap me about" etc, then I responded by calling him an "arrogant little shit", asking him "who the feck do you think you are?" and telling him I "couldn't fecking stand him", and "I can't wait to move out". He then became aggressive and punched the wall, leaving a hole. I said to him "don't fecking wind me up, you little prick!"

I then went to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water, and he was then trying to stop me leaving my room. He said, "you'll fecking get a glass of water from the bathroom - stay out of the fecking kitchen. You're making a fool of yourself." As you can imagine I was getting extremely angry. I went to barge past him into the kitchen and he went for me. I grabbed him to restrain him and we ended up on the hall floor. He tried to hit me, but I had his arms restrained. The other guy, one of his guests, then pulled him back. We stood up, he went for me again, and just as hell really was about to break loose, the guy grabbed him and held him back. He demanded I apologise to him - the cheek! I said he owes me an apology and then said I was going to bed and would have words with him tomorrow. By this point I could get 4 hours sleep if I was lucky. Shorlty after, the music was back on again, even louder, as he'd taken his stereo through from his room, just to spite me. I left it this time. Like I said, I'd speak to him tomorrow. My alarm was set for 7.10am I was still wide awake by 5am.

As a result, I had to phone in sick today, and as a result I could lose my job - this is because I slept through my alarm and couldn't let them know until after 12 noon. Shagger must have slept in too, as he was in bed right up until I left the flat today around 3pm. I'm hoping he felt too ashamed to face the world and the consequeces of what he had done, now he was sober. There is now a huge hole in the wall in the hall, and no doubt we will both have to pay through the nose to repair it. He's broken every rule of flatmate etiquette and doesn't seem to know the meaning of the words consideration, courtesy or respect. I now have no time for him whatsoever as he's taken it too far. He was wanting to stay on but I doubt Edzell will let him, because of the damage.

I really have done so much to help the boy and have been very patient and tolerant. What he did last night to me and the way he treated me is unforgivable. I will now not speak to him any more. He's lost one of the few friends he has. My plan now is to find another place A.S.A.P.

Oh and I found out that the little prick has scratched my Verve CD beyond recognition.

Feck.

The Girls of Glasgow
I came up with an idea, prompted by my random wanderings about Glasgow, especially in the centre/west end. The idea is to do a calendar entitled "Girls of Glasgow Calendar 2005". This is because the city is teeming with some absolutely stunning females and I think this should be celebrated in all its glory. This would involve going up to girls and taking their photo in public.

On second thoughts, scrap that idea, I might get arrested!

BSc
For lunch, the other day, I got a BSc in Greggs - not a degree, you understand, but a bridie, sausage roll and cheese 'n' onion pastie. Very tasty, but the health factor there leaves a lot to be desired.

As you can probably tell, my topics of discussion are becoming less and less interesting.

In Summary
One day, when I'm nice and settled into a nice new flat, am satisfied with my job and relationships, then I'm going to publish a post entitled: "I did it! I'm finally content with the way things are! I've nothing to moan about at all!" - until then you'll have to make do with this doom and gloom/random nonsense.