At least in the eyes of my roomie. Just a few more weeks tho, and she'll be gone, as will I.

Wanna know what happened? Well, lately I've been baking bread and giving some of the loaves to friends. I figured home made bread makes a nice gift to people that are in college.

Well, the roomie comes home and asks why I baked bread. Duh. I wanted to. How many loaves? Five. She starts to freak out. Two of the real small ones, and the three larger tins. That's as many bread tins as we have. She doesn't like the fact that I do it and doesn't seem to understand why I do it. Then she procedes to do dishes and puts some stuff away, slamming the drawers as she does so. She said something along the lines of that she was glad she didn't have to buy staples all the time (I told her I was goin' to the store tomorrow to buy flour and sugar since we're out of them. I had planned this after I made the bread earlier today anyway)

What really pissed me off was that she acts like she buys the food for the apartment all the time. Does she? Tch, hells no. We go to walmart and I buy all the food (grams gave me a walmart card to do this with). She pays for the non food items we both use as well as stuff she just uses. Granted, this past time I couldn't use my card because I went a few dollars over without realizin' it. She didn't seem to mind then.

You know, I could understand her being pissed at me if she had a li'l more reason to. Maybe I'm missing something but I really don't know what it is. I just can't seem to do a fuckin' thing right in her eyes... I'll be glad when this quarter is over. Then we'll be out of each other's hair and we'll both be saner.