Yet another post about my craptastic roommates, and I know that some of you are going to be like “Pfft, whatever, it’s just juice” but I get more than a little pissed off when my stuff is opened and eaten without my knowing!
Yes this is about Juice. It wasn’t a typo in the title.
My parents came down to Ottawa to visit last weekend, as it’s March Break for most people in (not university) schooling, and they were nice enough to take me shopping at the local Metro (grocery store).
They bought me bread, they bought me ham and a variety of cheese, crackers, they also were smart enough to get me some heavy things, things that are more awkward to carry home.
Such as Milk and Juice.
Juice is something I love.
Other people are like “hey, I’ll have some milk and cookies.”
I am like “Hey, sure I’ll have some cookie–OHMYGOD! Is that JUICE?”
Juice lasts longer than milk, it comes in more flavours than milk, it comes in little boxes that DON’T have to be refrigerated, it is a part of my childhood that I have dragged, kicking and screaming, into adulthood.
While my friends were wasting money buying pop, I brought a number of juice boxes to school.
Because one juice box isn’t enough. Nope.
And my friends came to appreciate this, as I keep more than just two, on the not so off-chance I’ll be hanging out after school for longer than anticipated.
It wasn’t as odd as it sounds that they could ask, with some certainty that I would be able to deliver, if I had a juice box for them.
So my roommates OPENING (as in, it was sealed) and DRINKING (as in, I wasn’t the first to drink) about half of the 1.89L of MY JUICE (blood orange, if you’re wondering), just know that I am outraged.
Just about as outraged when I found that they had eaten all of my cheese.
I’m not sure what I’m more angry about, but I am pissed >: (
And, if they eat all my cheese again on TOP of this, I am going to kill them.
Maybe after spiking all their food with laxatives.
Assholes…
I am just about ready to go to war with them at this point in time, and I will not be held responsible for damage to their food.
Doom shall come to those who come between me and my food…
They haven’t yet made moves against my meat (wow, that sounds vaguely sexual :S), and I am only going to say that they don’t because they don’t know if I’ll be using it for a meal or how long it has been in the fridge.
They certainly don’t pay attention to their own food… I had to, a couple of months ago, throw out a large Tupperware of sausages.
They were already white and fizzy, and were growing blue.
If they do ever eat my meat products (or more cheese, or more juice), then I am going to have a full on hissy fit.
A temper tantrum of epic proportions.
It will not be limited to expressing my anger through blog-form.
Oh, and if they ever tried stealing one of my jars of home-made salsa…
On a more cheerful (and less murderous) note, Mom and Dad seemed to have fun, staying Sat-Tues, and when I had to leave the to their own devices for a bit on Monday while I reviewed/studied, They went on a tour to the Parliament Buildings. I also ended up taking three showers in two days, as I took advantage of the saltwater pool at the Minto Suites my parents stayed at. I also ate spring rolls with plum sauce (that had wasabi mixed into it) that made me want to cry, as I’ve been eating more cafeteria food in an attempt to use up my meal plan.
To the family who reads this, I love you! To everyone else, I love you too! Just not as much as I love my family 😉
Bonus: Delicious foods and instructions to make delicious food, good for runners and “green smoothies” HERE
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