I'm backkkk…with my usual attitude

     I'm back. Spring semester has sprung, I mean begun, and this is my last undergraduate semester, ever. Am I excited, overjoyed, ecstatic? You bet I am. The first week is the toughest (I know the rhythm and sound of that sentence reminds you of some Sheryl Crow song, but I assure you, it's a novel idea, maybe). I've been pissed this week.
     My roommate is annoying. She's always cold or something isn't working correctly in the apartment (and they don't submit a maintenance request; no common sense?) or, again, they're cold, e.g. "the cold makes me like, physically ill, like, I'm not from here," or people, in general, feel the need to tell me what I "should" or "shouldn't" do.
     The moral of the story is that I don't want to live with roommates again--that is unless we're really good friends and have the same desired cleanliness level and they have common sense, or I love them. I don't even have time to mention the used-to-be-white-bathtub-which-is-now-grey and getting grayer every few days…seriously, what do you need Tide HE laundry detergent for if you're washing your clothes in a bathtub…sigh...

ridiculousness

I woke up to an email this morning from the hall RA - which is usually a bad thing. The RA is threatening to charge everyone on the floor with a fine (of fifty bucks!!!!) due to 'vandalism,' if it happens again. Some stupid person wrote 'alcohol is awesome' and drew 'male body part's' on the bulletin board paper that has facts about alcohol pasted on it. No one reads the bulletin board (but no one should be drawing or writing on it I agree), but to punish the entire hall for one person's behavior (probably due to alcohol in the first place) - now that is nuts and it's socialism.

And I didn't get much sleep.


*sigh*

I Can't Sleep Here! And more...

You know what's a great invention? Earplugs. That's right. That should be the first item on dorm room necessities list. Fo Realz.

I can't sleep well here. If it's not an incredibly loud banshee scream, it's someone running down the hall or playing really really loud, horrible music. I wake up at least four times a night. Don't these people sleep? What the hell is wrong with sleeping? Maybe there are giant cats living in all the other apartments. Cats are nocturnal creatures, so this could be a good theory.

(giant cats)

You know what's also annoying? Emails from the RA at least three days a week threatening you. Either you and your roommates me and sign an agreement, or you'll have to see the hall director. I'd rather see the hall director at this point. It's six weeks into the semester and I have yet to see one of my roommates. The other two, I have seen for less than ten minutes total.

I have a really good story for you, but you'll have to wait till I am done ranting.

Last week, I scheduled the appointment for us to meet. I asked the two that actually exist and was told they could make it. Tuesday, at 7:30pm came and went and guess who was the only one that showed up? That's right. Me. I'm not making another appointment.

So, I guess you might want to hear that story?

Well, I was sleeping and at around 2:40am, I heard banging coming from outside the apartment door. I thought it was all in my dream. The banging lasted for only a minute and all was quiet once again. I drifted back into sleep and didn't wake up again until 4:15am. I heard voices, yelling, crying and a seriously self incriminating story. That's right.

A roommate was found passed out in the hall. Apparently, the one who shall remain unnamed (I'll refer to her as her and she), drank too much. 'But I don't drink,' oh, but you did. And the legal drinking age is 21, not .02. And don't tell a cop you used a fake i.d. I guess no one ever told her to just say 'I want a lawyer.' I don't know what good it would have done, but she didn't need to tell them she used a fake i.d. I was just listening in my room when I heard a knock on my door. Two cops were standing there (both looking very tired), told me the story and then asked me if I wanted to 'watch' her.

'Ya know, so she won't fall.' One said.

I can't be responsible for her. What if she does fall or chokes on her own vomit? That's a HELL NO. I'm just glad some mysterious person I didn't see decided to just take her to the hospital. And then I went back to bed. But I couldn't sleep. So I read Edison's Eve by Gaby Wood. It's actually very interesting.