xx -- 02. Very Bored, So I'm Cleaning -- xx
I cannot stand so much disorder. It was so disgusting earlier that I tried to ignore it by cleaning up my half, and going to class. I actually had to leave class to fix it, it was so horrible.
It's been rather depressing. Father hasn't sent much news lately, so I haven't had much to do besides read or study, but I haven't felt the need to study. I think I'm doing just fine.
I've begun skateboarding around a bit more; it keeps me out of the dorm, because every time I go inside, I'm compelled to clean. (Note: Black*Star, there's a strange odor coming from your side of the room.) And there's only so much cleaning one person can do when there's an obnoxious, overbearing idiot on the other side messing it up.
My symmetry is not very balanced. Why did I come here?
I'm lighting my candles again; this place reeks too much and the scent might help. Maybe.