October 15, 2002 :: 10:31 p.m.
you know I just can't handle this
Geh. Emily is back. And as such, so is Justin. I am not a happy little bunny right now. I guess I got used to having the room to myself over break, and now it feels really crowded and loud and I just do not want to be here. But such is life when you have an intense hatred of humanity, I suppose. And I have this thing where people make me feel all claustrophobic. So. That sucks.
I am so seriously considering setting up a tent by the railroad tracks and living there. Or maybe in my car. Grr. Yes, I'm being whiny. Too bad. Bottom line here is that I do not play well with others and that I really need to not have a roommate, because you never can tell what sort of ideas might get into my head in the middle of the night.
Someone needs to explain to me why they (meaning Emily and Justin) feel it necessary to do separate work in the same room. Specifically, this one. Adam and I do our Statistics together, but that's because we're doing the exact same thing. But he just comes over here to do anything. It's annoying to no end. I think that right now his computer isn't working, which is a partial explanation, but not acceptable. Go to the mother fucking computer lab! That's what it's there for! For the love of my sanity and your own well-being, just go!
Okay. Yes. Enough about my roommate bitterness, shall we? Because if I don't forcibly stop myself now, I will probably go on for god only knows how many more paragraphs about how much pleasure I would derive from seeing them both contract herpes. And that's... er... mean, and improper, so let's move on.
Classes start in 8 hours and 51 minutes. If I were looking forward to that any less I would be looking backward. I was supposed to read a chapter in the most boring book ever printed (New Media Technology by John Vernon Pavlik), but I just... feh. I'd rather wedge lit matches under my eyelids than read that dreck. And I have two chapter to read for Anthropology by Friday. And the entirety of The Harmless People by the end of October. And Statistics to do for Thursday. Oh, how I loathe that class. I think I would sell my soul to opt out of it, no jokes. It's the most frustrating thing in the known universe because I am actually fucking trying to get it, but I can't. It just doesn't make any sense. Nor do I really give a shit about it, so after a certain amount of trying but not getting it, my yearn to understand and do well is replaced by an incredibly vivid daydream in which I cocoon Dr. Lyons in pages torn from my Statistics book and then duct tape him to the ceiling.
Wow, I sure am cheery tonight, aren't I? Sorry. I'm just not chipper or content enough to be all amusing and junk. I'm cold. My room is crowded (anything more than myself, with the exception of myself and Adam, is crowded) and noisy and sort of smelly. I have a serious case of self-loathing going on. I am a grouchy, grumpy girl. Alliteration not intended, I assure you.
I've been writing this for over an hour now, and I think it's high time to stop. 'Night.
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