Ali called me last night. Normally, anytime we get in touch, it's because he's organising a party. But this time it was different. I think he needed to talk to someone so we met up for dinner. I don't know why but talking to him made me feel like I have lost my touch of talking to people and making them feel better. :(

As he was walking me to my bus-stop, I somehow began ranting on and on about where I live. I pay $200 a week, which is expensive by most standards, since I was told I can rent a studio apartment in the city with that money, but I don't mind forking over the money because I know the people I live with and the rent includes food and laundry. But it gets to me that I'm paying for broadband that is reduced to dial-up speed by the time it's the 10th of the month because we've exceeded the 10 GB download limit. I doubt if I've even used 1 GB!

Or that I'm paying for very few meals, because really, I eat out quite often, and dinner sometimes just doesn't get to me. Like the time I woke up from a nap and I was given a tiny bit of pasta because 'that's all that's left'. Those words, exactly. Or the time Ryan and Hayden were in charge of dinner and gave up on making mashed potatoes because they didn't boil them enough. There was the time when I didn't take a lot of something because I thought I'd leave some for Hayden and I was told to take more because he wouldn't leave some for me. I'm supposed to be living in a home, not a dog eat dog world. I say I don't mind that noisy fan in my room, but I actually do. I hate those bloody speakers that's been sitting in my cupboard forever. And I really am tired of using that fucking lamp, when the hell is the electrician coming to install a new fan and fix the light switch?!

Ryan ruffled some of my feathers because he accused me of hogging the Internet by watching videos or something. Obviously, I wasn't, so I got annoyed and told him to stop it. But he kept going and going and I started yelling at him. It's enough that everyone I ask pays less rent than I do. Or that a simple website now takes two whole minutes to load, what more blogs of people who love cam-whoring, thanks to those guys living in the garage who are in denial about how much they download (or they're bloody lying). Or that I sometimes get disconnected from MSN every 2 minutes. Or that I came home tonight when I didn't tell them I'd be eating out and they just assumed I would be, so they left nothing for me.

Looks like the possibility of me moving out next semester is getting bigger. I think I can buy my own groceries, cook my own dinner (or eat out with the money I save from my rent), throw my own shit in the washing machine, hang it out, not be told to throw out my shoe boxes (I really do think they come in handy) and use the Internet download quota all by myself.

Trinity, you coming, you coming??!