January 26, 2003 :: 9:41 p.m.
late breaking news that you already know
Newsflash: I hate everyone. Especially everyone who shares a room with me, is named Emily, and broke up with her annoying boyfriend so that she could do nothing but grope the even more annoying, smelly Goth Boy in our room 24 hours a day.
Yeah, she's back. It's fun fun roommate time again, kids! God. I just... egh. I hate this place. I was telling Adam in the car on the way back here that I don't think I could hate this place anymore if it gathered itself together and collectively kicked a puppy for fun, and you know what? It's really fucking true. I am bored and annoyed and depressed. I am not challenged or interested or experiencing the thrill of learning new things - I am getting nothing out of this but one big giant fucking pain in the ass and an even bigger load of soul-sucking debt. And so I settle in for the evening, listening to the Ani album that I always listen to when I'm extremely irritated, and amuse myself by coming up with new and innovative ways to kill my roommate with my bare hands. And then I amuse myself even further by thinking about all of the creative ways in which I could use her dead skin and bones. It's therapeutic, and it almost counts as fun - you should try it sometime. It might not work if you're less of a sick and violent psycho than myself, but hey, it's worth a shot.
Ah, good. Adam just IMed me and said that since he finished his paper, I can come up and hide from Emily and Goth Boy. Thank god. I don't think I'll write again later, so here's a rundown of my day: packing, pizza, more packing, various pre-super bowl festivities at Adam's dad's house (much snacking and a chocolate fondue), Wal-Mart for de-icing windshield wiper fluid (for Adam) and an adorable stuffed Rottweiler (for me), back to school. Not a bad day, if you ignore the four headaches, the general grumpiness, and the roommate's return.
And with that, I'm off to Adam's room. 'Night.
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