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I keep hearing an elevator ding, but I'm pretty sure there's not an elevator anywhere near where I am...
I'm outside the lecture hall for weird behavior. I decided to pack up early and get out of the fucking apartment. I swear to god, everyone has turned against me. This whole week has been full of people coming home and slamming doors and ignoring me when I say hi. It's like living with a bunch of kindergarteners who didn't get their naptime. I don't know what the deal is.
Especially annoying, BIG SURPRISE HERE, is Caitlin. Last night, Richard and I were in the kitchen supergluing (why is supergluing okay by spellcheck, but naptime is not?) his glasses back together after he Hulk-ed them in a fit of completely inane rage a couple days ago. So while we're SILENTLY gluing, Caitlin takes the liberty to come up to us and say, "Hey, I'm not feeling well, and I have class early in the morning. I'm going to bed, soo.... SHHHH." First of all, she's never feeling well. And even if she is, she says she's not, in an attempt to curry favor or... I don't even know why. I'm not the bitch's psyche. (AND THANK GOD FOR THAT.) And SECOND of all, she didn't even go to her fucking class this morning! Richard and I watched a Star Wars movie at such a low volume that we required subtitles. And I saw the asshole next door up and awake at 3 a.m. Being a bitch. As usual.
Rayne is extraordinarily bipolar, because she's either in silent bitch mode or LET ME TOUCH YOU AND SCREAM BECAUSE I'M A LESBIAN AND IT'S FUNNY mode. I don't like either of those modes.
Kristen is probably stressed at school or something, because occasionally she'll ignore me entirely when I greet her.
Richard and I disassembled the stove last night and cleaned out all the caked on char and shit. It looks good now. There are more roaches, so I'm trying to clean everything I can.
Class time.
I'm outside the lecture hall for weird behavior. I decided to pack up early and get out of the fucking apartment. I swear to god, everyone has turned against me. This whole week has been full of people coming home and slamming doors and ignoring me when I say hi. It's like living with a bunch of kindergarteners who didn't get their naptime. I don't know what the deal is.
Especially annoying, BIG SURPRISE HERE, is Caitlin. Last night, Richard and I were in the kitchen supergluing (why is supergluing okay by spellcheck, but naptime is not?) his glasses back together after he Hulk-ed them in a fit of completely inane rage a couple days ago. So while we're SILENTLY gluing, Caitlin takes the liberty to come up to us and say, "Hey, I'm not feeling well, and I have class early in the morning. I'm going to bed, soo.... SHHHH." First of all, she's never feeling well. And even if she is, she says she's not, in an attempt to curry favor or... I don't even know why. I'm not the bitch's psyche. (AND THANK GOD FOR THAT.) And SECOND of all, she didn't even go to her fucking class this morning! Richard and I watched a Star Wars movie at such a low volume that we required subtitles. And I saw the asshole next door up and awake at 3 a.m. Being a bitch. As usual.
Rayne is extraordinarily bipolar, because she's either in silent bitch mode or LET ME TOUCH YOU AND SCREAM BECAUSE I'M A LESBIAN AND IT'S FUNNY mode. I don't like either of those modes.
Kristen is probably stressed at school or something, because occasionally she'll ignore me entirely when I greet her.
Richard and I disassembled the stove last night and cleaned out all the caked on char and shit. It looks good now. There are more roaches, so I'm trying to clean everything I can.
Class time.