I remember struggling for weeks to remember how this worked in 8th grade, because it always came up on practice problems for the high school entrance exams in Romania.

Oh, days of old…

Now we moved into a 3 bedroom to bathroom trailer. We split half the rent, half the utilities, all of that. Now that wouldn’t be so bad, if we didn’t have to share the bathroom with their kid. Who doesn’t clean up after himself, and his mother refuses too. Then they leave dishes in the sink with food in them for a week. The girl bitches about everything and claims, oh I have PMDD. The boy constantly talks back and has no consequences or continual discipline.

Now I’ve been putting up with this because I really have no choice. We spend most of the time in our bedroom, dealing with the fact that we only have a short amount of time left.Well this past weekend just really took the cake for me. My boyfriend had never had a birthday party that was just his, he always had to share it with his little brother. Well I made a point to make the party just for him. I bought 6 liters of soda, a box of mini chips that had 32 in them, a pack of cookies, a meat platter, and a fruit platter, hot dogs, hamburgers and an ice cream cake that could feed 24 people.. At least that was the original idea. Well our roommate Joe decided that he wants crawfish, ’cause we live down south, we said fine whatever. We went out and got crawfish under the understanding that he would get the pot to boil them in.

Came back after shopping, put the food up, put the crawfish up, everything was good just waiting for Joe to get back. Well he came back and said, “I couldn’t find any crawfish.” I took a deep breath, I wasn’t going to get upset. We told him the misunderstanding that we had already bought $75 dollars worth of crawfish.
Well he was supposed to drop his wife off and then go pick up the pot. They left at 1:45-2. He didn’t get back until almost 5 claiming, oh it was back traffic. Now keep in mind his wife works at a bar. We blew that off too, whatever I don’t care.

Well none of my friends, nor I smoke pot. I’ve asked them when my friends come over not to smoke around them because some of them don’t like it they’re just to polite to say anything. I walk out to him smoking. I said fine, whatever, no one is outside. So later after the crawfish is finally cooked we’re all hanging out. My friend, boyfriend and I are trying to have a discussion about politics which Joe continues to make an ass out of himself and yell random shit in the middle of it because he was feeling left out.

A couple of hours later, everyone had left, I was tired, he was tired so we went to bed. They said they were going to stay up and they had been smoking. Though if you listen to them they’re not addicted, and it doesn’t make them half the muchies. Last time I checked when you do it every day, and you eat 3-4 big bowls of cereal, or 4-5 packets of ramen that makes you have the munchies. Anyway, there was still 6 liters of soda, 25 bags of chips, a half of thing of cookies, two rolls left over on the platter, half an ice cream cake, a good bit of crawfish, and some hot dogs and hamburgers. When we woke up the next morning 10 bags of chips, and a 1/4 of the ice cream cake and the same amount of crawfish was left. Needless to say I was pissed. When my boyfriend attempted to say something he just changed the subject.

Though it didn’t stop there. Oh no. My boyfriend then proceeds to tell me that they asked if he would co-sign 10-14 thousand dollar loan for a new car for him. We don’t even have a new car for one. Two they have issues paying the bills they have now, especially their half of the shit we split. So why in the hell would he think it’s okay to ask that shit! Ugh!

Needless to say as soon as this lease is up we’re totally out of here, they’re going to be out of our lives. I feel bad for the little boy because with my his grades went from C’s, D’s and F’s to almost straight A’s. Shit like this pisses me off.

Help me please!!

The other reason I don’t like being called smart is that it strikes me as unimaginative. The person giving such a compliment might as well be saying: Jonny is a “good” person. Or Jonny is a “nice” person.

We learned early on in English class about “dull” words. Smart is one of them. The person saying ‘smart’ has failed to think deeply about the attributes of the individual that they are claiming to be complimenting.

For example, at my office, I would say that everyone is smart. It’s tough to get a job as a portfolio manager if you aren’t reasonably intelligent. But would I call my boss smart? Even though it’s true, it’s not a word I would use. To write off his skills with such a dull word would be insulting. I’d describe him as quick-witted, possessing an unparalleled capacity for recalling facts and extremely logical in his investing approach. I think these characterizations speak a lot louder than the word ‘smart’.