October 02, 2002 :: 10:38 p.m.
Mary's little lambs are now raised by wolves
Grr. Could I be in a worse mood? Perhaps if there were a serrated knife skewering one of my lungs, but otherwise I'm thinking not. I'm just grouchy and irritable and sad and I can't do any of the things that I want to do right now and everything I ever try to do goes to hell. Yes, a run-on. Sick the grammar police on me. I've got a pretty clean track record. I think they'll let me go.
So. Let's see... I spent my afternoon doing a whole lot of nothing. That's fine, though. I went to French at 7:30, learned some things, and returned to my room. Woo. Emily and Justin are here; they've been here since I got back. There's this thing with them that bothers me. He's just... here... for no reason. She was writing a paper earlier, and he was just here, watching TV (I won't even get started on the scariness of their television choices). Why? And I'm not being all hypocritical here, either. I don't hang out in Adam's room when he's doing homework, and he doesn't hang out here when I am. That's why we have separate domiciles - we each go to our own when we have things to do. That's how it goes. These two seem to be unaware of that, so now there is football and a horrible popcorn smell in my room. Argh. I was in the lounge for this very reason, but a giant group of very loud kids came in to play pool, so I had to leave. Because I can't deal with that. I would have broken out in hives.
And because of the billiard kids, I'm in my room, where I do not want to be. Eck. Will someone follow through with that knife-in-the-lung thing? Because that's seeming kind of nice about now. I have very little to do. I read my English stuff, and my Anthro stuff... I typed up my math... I was going to watch Murder by Numbers, which is on as I write this, but as I mentioned before, there is football being viewed. Soon it will be Howard Stern. Tomorrow afternoon it will be trash TV, a la Jerry Springer and his ilk.
You know... I really need to go home for a bit. I am this weekend, because Adam is going to be away at Meghan's wedding, so I won't have a whole lot to do here anyway. Too bad Emily will also be away this weekend (I think). Why do sex-promoting environments like my empty room only happen when neither of us (Adam and myself) will be here? Feh. But I'm kind of looking forward to being at home. I've been doing all right with the roommate thing (in my opinion, at least) and with the huge amount of people thing, but jesus, I am so ready for a break. I've been more irritable than usual lately, partly because I really want to take a fucking baseball bat to all but about four people on this campus, and partly because I've been eating horribly and it shows. So a short trip home will hopefully calm me down a bit. Wanting to bludgeon people that I don't even know can't be a sign of good emotional/mental health.
I kind of want to take a walk, but I probably won't. It's late and I've got this paranoia thing about the dark. I'd ask Adam to go with me, but he's go way too much work to do. So maybe tomorrow. In any case, I'm going to go do things. Like read serial killer profiles and scare myself. Woo. 'Night.
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