Annoyed/angry/bemused.

Not fucking sad though.

I'm annoyed/angry at my flatmate who keeps on breaking things in the flat and then going "see this is why I like renting, because I don't have to worry about fixing things"..... well don't fucking break them then! At the moment a part of the fridge is broken, and the doorknob to the frontdoor, and there's a hole in the bathroom wall. Which, to be fair, I'm not sure is her (it could've been the summer tennants) but since she has a habit of slamming doors open and shut in the morning (wakes me up) I suspect it is her.

I'm also annoyed/angry at one of my committee members who doesn't come to training and seems to think that lying to me about "too much work" is better than saying "don't want to come". Then following up with lengthy visits to the pub. Too much work... my ass. Have ranted to my co-captain about it in an e-mail though, and he might get me to see the other side of the coin. I.e. I'm a controlling bitch who expects perfection and lying to me is a hell lot easier than saying "I don't like karate, yet I'm on the committee, and I'm doing the best I can on the committee, if not at training".

I'm bemused at the fact that I drank mate tea for the first time tonight and felt absolutely lightheaded... whether from the tea, lack of food, being ill, or a combination of 2 or all of them, I don't know. I then got the barmaid's e-mail address, came home, and threw it up. So, really, tonight was pretty much like a "Zara gets drunk for the first time" experience. Except not drunk, as if I did, someone might have to rush me to the hospital. I blame it on the barmaid. She only told me about the amphetamine-like properties of the tea after I had maybe 4 cups of it.

As for the e-mail address.... it's true the boys thought she was hot and wouldn't mind having her e-mail address. However despite recent rumours going around that I might be interested in girls..... it was about the fact that she closes up by herself in the Cowgate. I was absolutely horrified and took her e-mail so I could recommend her to some self-defence classes.

I'm also bemused by the fact that I saw a "let's trick Zara into going on a date with me" coming from 5 miles off.... twice.... in 2 weeks.... which I wouldn't have this time last year but fortunately or unfortunately the year's practice of rejecting boys (10 if I haven't forgotten any and we don't count the old man and the middle aged man at Philly airport) and going on two accidental dates has given me astonishing powers for predicting what's up their sleeve. By the way... if you're a guy... don't ever fucking do that. That is the one thing I hate the most. Tricking a girl to go on a date with you might get you a date with the girl... but only because a) she would've done it anyway or b) she couldn't find any other way out of it except by being excessively arrogant and bitchy. So. Be clear. It might be a hell lot more frightening, but she will appreciate it. Especially if she's interested in you.

Don't ask me what it is. I'm pretty sure I'm not excessively pretty or charming or flirty... yet it has gotten to the point where I'm glad that the cute nice guy at the party last night didn't try to get my phone number. Say it with me now. W.T.F.