Hello October in Oxford

More rain, in case anyone is curious.  That’s the least of my problems though really at the moment.  Living with so many girls when you don’t typically hang out with that many is really… well it is a little like being back in high school to be honest – this one doesn’t like what that one said about something and that one is upset because they have something going on back home but this other one here is just instigating things for personal amusement and yet someone else has no idea that they are probably the most condescending passive-aggressive one of the bunch because they are also have some perpetual victim complex where everything happens to them just because the world is such a cold dark place… so let’s all wear pink and frolic in the tulips.  It’s enough to make me wish my head would just explode already and be done with it.

What is making all that considerably more strenuous is the fact that we are all basically living together, eating and going to class on the same routines right now, and with the rain and foul weather added to the fact that everything not a boozer factory in town closes at or around 6pm… it is just pressurizing the whole mix. 

Did I mention there is a tea party?  Oh yes, there is a tea party on Saturday that no less than 7 girls were originally going to when it was going to be on Thursday, but then it got moved to Saturday – very suddenly and I don’t know really why but it did and I was informed of this, not invited – and now I am pretty sure that we’re down to 3 people going, possibly 5 if two people who really don’t want to go end up going.  I wasn’t going to go – Lisa Rose is running this gig and set some dress code that I don’t really care for, not even the ‘rules’ themselves (dressed up, pink if possible, basically your teddy-bear-tea-party idea from when you were 5) but the fact that there is a dress code at all is a little bit annoying.  I would be all for going out to tea like normal adult people, but all these extra requirements basically make me feel like we’re back in elementary school and you can’t come to my birthday party if you don’t wear a pretty dress.

Then I found out that basically half the people who said they were going to go aren’t going and now I feel bad about not wanting to have gone in the first place, but not speaking up about it then and there – because as I say we weren’t “invited” to an outing, we were told one was taking place and it was assumed that anyone who could possibly attend would want to.  This is the same way she does her “I am going to bake tonight” things that she’s been doing once or twice a week.  It really rankles for me to have someone attempt to dictate such things rather than plan and arrange them through asking and working with the group itself.  I know that planning something with a group of girls is sometimes like herding cats, but only in extreme “we need to get something done” situations should that be an excuse for just thrusting an agenda on people of your own making.  I have a feeling she’s going to be really hurt if no one goes though, and that isn’t something I want either.  So… I am not sure what I am going to do with that – tea sounds nice, the BS that goes with it less so, being a bitch and maybe hurting someone’s feelings isn’t something I want to do, but smiling over a shit-sandwich isn’t my style either.

Also – lighter note – waiting for the shower in a building full of girls… yup, good times.