long ride home

Long rant. If my housemate turns up strangled then you're not allowed to use this in court against me or whatever. My genuine opinion is that this guy needs amphetamines and financial hardship, and he's not going to bother getting better without that

Housemate has 6 exams to pass, then one more year of university. Housemate has taken 2 years out already. Housemate goes to Very Prestigious University who very rarely lets people take 2 years out to begin with.

Housemate moves in mid-April. Literally does not leave the house for over a month. Lives off deliveroo. Does negative amounts of housework. Comes out to shower twice a day for 30+ mins with boiling hot water. Otherwise is in his room 23/7. Turned down all offers to socialise 'until after exams' starting two months before exams.

Housemate does not go to revision classes. Housemate does not go to lectures. Housemate does not do anything.

Day before first exam, housemate realises he misread his exam timetable. He has not prepared for the exam the next day. This is somehow not his fault. Housemate decides to take a third year out. Housemate misses the first exam. Housemate's father flies across the world to support him.

Housemate schedules a meeting to discuss taking a third year out. The meeting is at the same time as his second exam. Housemate misses his second exam. Very Prestigious University decides he cannot take a third year out. Housemate thinks this is unfair, because one person in the past was allowed to take three years out. Housemate does not appreciate how exceptional it is to be allowed to take even two years out. Very Prestigious University gives him a very generous compromise of averaging his mark for the final four exams, ignoring the two he missed. Housemate does not appreciate how exceptional this offer is.

Housemate has 6 days between the meeting and his first (third) exam. Housemates sister flies across the world to support him. Housemate decides the day before his first (third) exam that he is dropping out. Housemate immediately gives up at the second first sign of trouble. Housemate wants to change to a different course but stay at the Very Prestigious University. Housemate is fucking deluded about his reality.

Meanwhile, I have sat 6 exams in 8 days at the same Very Prestigious University, representing over 60% of my final grade for my entire 4 year degree.

Housemate has ADHD and depression. I have ADHD and depression. Housemate faced close family bereavement last year. I faced close family bereavement two months ago. Housemate is sad because 5 years ago he was 'falsely accused of rape' and lost friends. I was raped by my domestic partner last year and could only start processing it a few months ago when my housing no longer depended on staying with my rapist. Housemate thinks he has suffered more than Jesus on the cross and so should get special exemptions to university rules (he also thinks he should get his third year off because he misread the single paragraph rule around taking time off). Housemate doesn't seem to consider that other people also have things going on in their lives, but which they have to push through and deal with by actively engaging in the support available instead of months-long self-imposed isolation. Housemate told the university staff who have been helping him that it's the university's problem if so many people are struggling. Which may be true but is a bold fucking move from the guy who has done nothing for multiple years and then expects the university staff to bail him out last minute and do what he wants them to do.

Housemate is also a terrible housemate. Housemate continues to misgender NB housemate. Housemate owes NB housemate hundreds in unpaid bills that he forgets about. Housemate got me alone in his room at 2am and tried to kiss me despite me giving zero indication that I in any way wanted that. Housemate does not do the very very simplest of household tasks despite multiple verbal, texted and printed reminders. Housemate leaves blood (from acne) in the bathroom for others to clean up. Housemate is so goddamn useless and willfully, deliberately ignorant that he doesn't bother trying to unload the dishwasher "because he doesn't know where plates go" my brother in Christ you have spent four months in this house and it is a tiny fucking house!!!!!!! Use your eyeballs you obtuse motherfucker!!!! do you not have a shred of curiosity or independence?? Is there truly nothing going on upstairs?? It's not even that he needs everything spelled out for him, because no matter how many reminders he gets, he still doesn't do it. He needs everything done for him. He doesn't even get his groceries from the shop 5 mins away bc he gets everything delivered. He is 23. He has actively and deliberately cut himself off from others, and then moans about not having a 'proper university experience'. He genuinely seems to believe in his own self-importance, genuinely seems to believe that rules should bend around whatever he wants to happen. He thinks he's the world's specialest and most persecuted little guy when he's really just an incompetent man who cannot function without being coddled by mummy or without being bankrolled by daddy, who is driving himself further into his mental health spiral by refusing to face up to responsibility or reality or consequences. And he can afford to do this because his family are extremely wealthy, so he can always find an escape from doing anything even slightly hard. Because family money gives him the ability to do nothing at all! And so he wont! Because he's not even attempting to manage his ADHD, and so he will always procrastinate until the last minute, then use his money to wiggle out of it anyway. It's destroying him!! And he's destroying my sanity!

I'm going to start tearing him limb from limb with my teeth.

Only positive is that I now look incredible in comparison. Doesn't matter what grade I graduate with, because I at least will graduate

passed the exam, I am now officially allowed to start my job in september 🎊🎉

i have seven days of training for my new job at the main branch out-of-town starting monday and i'm very excited to get to ride the train so much and dreading the actual logistics

they weren’t lying, that going outside, talking to people, going on a walk to get a little drink from the gas station really helps your mental health

when the yuutsu of the getsuyoubi gets too out of hand yk—

I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on my high school crush. It was this hugeee devastating thing to me bc I’d grown up w the guy and it was this torch I carried for three years so publicly and for no reason other than to have a hobby, though it started with what I still think was genuine chemistry (or the potential for it), and coming out of it made me shut off that part of myself almost entirely bc I thought I just became an issue when I felt that sort of affection but it’s all so crazy! I was mentioning this to my therapist as like blah blah blah I didn’t date growing up, I got a huge crush on my friend and I knew I didn’t have a chance so I pushed him away and he got a girlfriend and we didn’t really talk after that but I kept the crush isn’t that so weird, and she was like “wait no you did have a chance. You were friends and you pushed him away to retreat into fantasy but you could’ve tried to actually go after him or even just maintained the friendship after his relationship began.” And that’s been ringing in my head for a MONTH because it’s true and he and I weren’t even fully friends but we had the potential to be like we had inside jokes we admired each other’s work and I just cut any chance of that off because I was so freaked! I can distinctly recall myself avoiding chances at connecting! I wish I’d pursued that friendship I don’t think it would’ve been a big important thing or that we would’ve been close but I think it would’ve at least been nice

Oh I do not like risers.. They're big and heavy and ker-clunkity. I am made into a fool every time I have to set them up or put them away.

This is my official declaration of having beef with risers. You and me, risers, we're fighting. Out back right now. I cannot continue to have my reputation utterly trashed whenever you are in my presence.

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Anyway!! Training went well!! Lighting my beloved <3<3<3. Cable management, I didn't know you could be missed, but you were missed. Oh catwalks!! What ever will I do without you!! Risers.. PIN RAIL MY GOOD FRIEND!!!

Great decisions all around besties

i lost my sketchbook that ive been drawing in on walks for like. a year now and currently im not as upset about it being gone as about me not knowing HOW i even managed to lose it i literally cant imagine where or how it could have happened its driving me nuts

that moment at work where I get into a routine and and pack a bag and ask the customer if they want a reciept and tell them about offers we currently have on when I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to cry and my voice starts cracking and my energy instantly drains and I start tripping and banging joints on corners and making mistakes and forget to smile at stupid jokes. that's something.

eye twitch

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you ever have like three major inconveniences all in a row and then have google maps draw a dick on your way home alone at night just to spite you because it knows you're lost anyways and

It's the agricultural fair soon (WHICH I CAN'T WAIT FOR!!!!) i think i'll wait that to work on my comic again!! :))

Breh I know that there's always been urban legends about weirdo killers looking to murder people but I gotta say this modern panic of people sticking zip ties on cars or fuckin leaving a piece of cheese on cars being a sign someone is about to HUMAN TRAFFIC YOU is so hilariously egotistical it's almost funny if so many women especially didn't think this shit was real. Like people typically have a motive for wanting to harm someone, which is why stranger danger is rare to the point of being fake in the way we conceive of it. In fact if you're scared of stranger danger I hope you're a man, because men are far more likely to be killed by strangers than women (because men often die by strangers in stuff like gang violence while women often get murdered during intimate partner violence).

But like no, no one is """"targeting""" you by putting a fucking zip tie on your car. Or cheese. No one is hiding under the fucking car looking to slice your Achilles heel, that is not how human trafficking works. Also it's basically only people with money enough for CARS saying this shit and idk how to tell you this but if you can afford a car you aren't a target for that type of violence because people would notice you went missing. Unless you're a fucking homeless teen you're not an ideal target for trafficking and you're not going to get sold into sexual slavery you're just flipping shit over innocuous shit probably done by bored teenagers.

I'd say this is True Crime Brain but the information in here is stuff I GOT from my interest in true crime, these people are just gullible and have enough ego to think everyone cares enough about them to want to murder them on sight 🙄