Annoyed.

There are people in my house. They are watching a movie. They are loud. It’s annoying. I’m trying to study. I have two finals tomorrow that I am not too confident about. 

UGH. 

They just need to leave. Please. 

Dilemma.

Oh hi. It’s been a while. Honestly, I kind of forgot that I had a tumblr. 

But here’s the deal. I have a dilemma. 

I struggle with a certain sin. It’s a sin that I’ve found that many girls struggle with. My problem is, my mom and my aunt, who I live with at home when I’m not at college, don’t see anything wrong with this certain thing. They don’t see it as a sin at all. 

This is not good for me. This could cause me to stumble. And quite frankly, I’m kind of worried. 

I’m home for Thanksgiving break right now, and I have a whole week here until I go back to school. That’s a lot of time. A lot of time in which I could possibly stumble. 

I tried to explain to them last night why I see this certain thing as a sin, but they see nothing wrong with it. It came up in conversation, and they were kind of shocked that I feel the way I do about this certain sin. 

So I don’t know what to do. How can I explain to them in a loving way that it is wrong? That it’s not an “ok” thing to do? That it’s not normal? That it is a sin? 

Lord, help me.  

You know what irritates me?

When one of my quad-mates/housemates types up a list of “things to keep in mind…” about the kitchen and puts it up on the wall right next to the sink. 

Like I’m a little kid, and I can’t pick up after myself. Things like putting away your dishes, washing your dishes after you use them, taking out the trash, wiping the counters, throwing away old food, etc. 

Really? Really. 

Obviously, we’re not all 20-something-year old’s and not in college and old enough to keep an apartment clean. 

Obviously. 

Ok. Enough venting. 

That moment when…

Your English professor says something rude about the people who run the school post office. Something alluding to their incompetence, and any and all mistakes made dealing with returning classwork/tests/papers/etc. is solely the post office’s fault. 

I work in the school post office. 

Thanks, English professor. 

I am solidly offended now. 

…I held my tongue.