Manical Laughter: Making it's Return
So the other night, I'm minding my own business, kinda just chilling with my boyfriend, on the computer, relaxing.
I love my roommates!
And I get a text from one of my roommates in a panic
(This part is now from memory because my phone deleted it)
Her: So word is, now this is from ***, that there are barely any singles left. What are we going to do?
Me: Well who the fuck told her that?
Her: I don't know, one of her friends.
Me: Wow, I don't know, sacrifice a chicken? Even sophomores get singles. [We are rising juniors]
(several minutes pass)
Me: So what should we do?
Her: I don't know, but we need to have a plan.
(This, well all of her texts are saved, mine phone only saves 50 sent, so I'm remembering what I had said based on her response)
Me: Well don't worry we can get somewhere decent.
Her: Well we aren't gonna be able to get anything decent.
Me: Well we can figure something out.
Her: Well we need to figure out a plan seriously cause she goes tomorrow.
Me: (I honestly can't remember at this moment)
Her: well with no north village. no college court. and no singles. there aren't any other options beth. i think that option is better than the caflisch one.
Me: Well why don't we just see what we can get and then work with the shuffle.
Her: I think banking on a shuffle is stupid what are the odds. there isn't going to be an apartment that's completely empty.
Her: Roomie2 said if the quad in edwards is open she taking it. if you don't want it you can drop out at the beginning of the year like *** did and pick up a single and leave us with it as a triple.
Me: Well what floor is it on? Because the first floor quads are just converted lounges.
Her: 2nd and 3rd floors.
Me: Well do you want to live in the double? Cause Roomie2 doesn't, I don't and I know you don't.
Her: Roomie2 said if she had her phone she would text you herself... if its that big of a fucking issue we'll accomodate you and she'll live in teh double or roomie3 will live in teh common room.
Me: I don't want you to accomodate me.
Her: Okay.
So what ended up happening was I was sick. Depressed, kinda pain in your heart feeling, and so I jumped onto room draw and removed them from my roommates request. Went to bed, sad as fuck because my boyfriend is a senior, and yeah, he is my best friend. So next year he will be doing his graduate studies to get his Ph.D in Medicinal Chemistry at the University of Buffalo... Had a good cuddling dream, but woke up this morning depressed, unable to move and had a twitch in my arm.
So I go to class and her room draw time rolls around and within a few minutes I get this: (fully accurate btw txts still in phone)
Roomie3: Did you unselect us as roommates?
Me: Yea
Roomie3: Why?
Me: Bc of last night u guys can do what u want ill take my chances
Roomie3: You really fucked us over!
Me: Well yeah, imagine how i felt
Meanwhile
Roomie2: Thanks you fucked us over. What are you gonna do next year when your stupid boyfriends gone and you betrayed all your friends
Me: If you guys were really my friends u would respect my feelings and my opinion but u dont.
Roomie3: What? We told u ud have ur own room what the fuck did u want?
Me: I don't want u to accomodate to me u all panicked cause u can't live without each other.
Roomie2: Well if you were our friend you would have told us so we could have figured something else out instead of lying to us.
Me: I did i told Roomie1 last night i've talked w/ Roomie1 about it before how i felt about edwards quad it'd be exactly like caflisch.
Then Roomie2 called me, but i was in class, so I told her that, and this is what the voicemail said: I have too much to say to you i couldn't text you, you did not tell Roomie1 that that's what you were doing, you knew, you knew, you didn't have to take your name of the fucking thing you told Roomie1 that you-we could get the qaud and you would drop out and get a single next year and everyone would be happy, but no you fucked us over, now Roomie3 and i have to skip class and go find somewhere else to fuckin' live, and yeah you know what we don't wanna live apart because we like having friends, yeah, hm. (this is word for word, its still in my voicemail.)
And then about 25 minutes later I got this:
Roomie2: Well I just want you to know we got a sweet triple with its own bathroom! So i guess it all works out the three of us get to live in a nice room and you're all alone just like you wanted.
Me: Hahahaha thanks.
I should have said "you're welcome"..
So yeah, I draw tomorrow, apparently Edwards singles are taken, but my friend Coons has a double in Caflisch, so I might head over there.
But yeah, after that more sick feeling more tired. Ate lunch, to which Roomies 2 and 3 were there and occasionally 2 would stomp past to get a drink, and I did catch her several times staring at me.
Went back to the dorm and went to fucking sleep, still depressed, still crushing sinking feeling in my chest, but something else had arisen.
During lunch, with Coons and my boyfriend, I got this "look" in my eye, Coons told me when I told her I had some ideas of like, taking all the blue pens out of the quad. Or hiding single pieces of notebook papers. And then it escladed to moving all the furniture out of the common room and into their bedrooms. And visa versa. Well Manical Laughter had struck again. Deja vu to high school anyone?
Yeah I was crazy then, uber fucking depressed and down right loony.
It's started to come back. The lasting darkness, but suicide was so high school attention cries. Now I just don't want to get out of bed, just want to sleep, no dreams, just darkness. And the manical laughter pops in and out.
And I don't mind.
I love my roommates!
And I get a text from one of my roommates in a panic
(This part is now from memory because my phone deleted it)
Her: So word is, now this is from ***, that there are barely any singles left. What are we going to do?
Me: Well who the fuck told her that?
Her: I don't know, one of her friends.
Me: Wow, I don't know, sacrifice a chicken? Even sophomores get singles. [We are rising juniors]
(several minutes pass)
Me: So what should we do?
Her: I don't know, but we need to have a plan.
(This, well all of her texts are saved, mine phone only saves 50 sent, so I'm remembering what I had said based on her response)
Me: Well don't worry we can get somewhere decent.
Her: Well we aren't gonna be able to get anything decent.
Me: Well we can figure something out.
Her: Well we need to figure out a plan seriously cause she goes tomorrow.
Me: (I honestly can't remember at this moment)
Her: well with no north village. no college court. and no singles. there aren't any other options beth. i think that option is better than the caflisch one.
Me: Well why don't we just see what we can get and then work with the shuffle.
Her: I think banking on a shuffle is stupid what are the odds. there isn't going to be an apartment that's completely empty.
Her: Roomie2 said if the quad in edwards is open she taking it. if you don't want it you can drop out at the beginning of the year like *** did and pick up a single and leave us with it as a triple.
Me: Well what floor is it on? Because the first floor quads are just converted lounges.
Her: 2nd and 3rd floors.
Me: Well do you want to live in the double? Cause Roomie2 doesn't, I don't and I know you don't.
Her: Roomie2 said if she had her phone she would text you herself... if its that big of a fucking issue we'll accomodate you and she'll live in teh double or roomie3 will live in teh common room.
Me: I don't want you to accomodate me.
Her: Okay.
So what ended up happening was I was sick. Depressed, kinda pain in your heart feeling, and so I jumped onto room draw and removed them from my roommates request. Went to bed, sad as fuck because my boyfriend is a senior, and yeah, he is my best friend. So next year he will be doing his graduate studies to get his Ph.D in Medicinal Chemistry at the University of Buffalo... Had a good cuddling dream, but woke up this morning depressed, unable to move and had a twitch in my arm.
So I go to class and her room draw time rolls around and within a few minutes I get this: (fully accurate btw txts still in phone)
Roomie3: Did you unselect us as roommates?
Me: Yea
Roomie3: Why?
Me: Bc of last night u guys can do what u want ill take my chances
Roomie3: You really fucked us over!
Me: Well yeah, imagine how i felt
Meanwhile
Roomie2: Thanks you fucked us over. What are you gonna do next year when your stupid boyfriends gone and you betrayed all your friends
Me: If you guys were really my friends u would respect my feelings and my opinion but u dont.
Roomie3: What? We told u ud have ur own room what the fuck did u want?
Me: I don't want u to accomodate to me u all panicked cause u can't live without each other.
Roomie2: Well if you were our friend you would have told us so we could have figured something else out instead of lying to us.
Me: I did i told Roomie1 last night i've talked w/ Roomie1 about it before how i felt about edwards quad it'd be exactly like caflisch.
Then Roomie2 called me, but i was in class, so I told her that, and this is what the voicemail said: I have too much to say to you i couldn't text you, you did not tell Roomie1 that that's what you were doing, you knew, you knew, you didn't have to take your name of the fucking thing you told Roomie1 that you-we could get the qaud and you would drop out and get a single next year and everyone would be happy, but no you fucked us over, now Roomie3 and i have to skip class and go find somewhere else to fuckin' live, and yeah you know what we don't wanna live apart because we like having friends, yeah, hm. (this is word for word, its still in my voicemail.)
And then about 25 minutes later I got this:
Roomie2: Well I just want you to know we got a sweet triple with its own bathroom! So i guess it all works out the three of us get to live in a nice room and you're all alone just like you wanted.
Me: Hahahaha thanks.
I should have said "you're welcome"..
So yeah, I draw tomorrow, apparently Edwards singles are taken, but my friend Coons has a double in Caflisch, so I might head over there.
But yeah, after that more sick feeling more tired. Ate lunch, to which Roomies 2 and 3 were there and occasionally 2 would stomp past to get a drink, and I did catch her several times staring at me.
Went back to the dorm and went to fucking sleep, still depressed, still crushing sinking feeling in my chest, but something else had arisen.
During lunch, with Coons and my boyfriend, I got this "look" in my eye, Coons told me when I told her I had some ideas of like, taking all the blue pens out of the quad. Or hiding single pieces of notebook papers. And then it escladed to moving all the furniture out of the common room and into their bedrooms. And visa versa. Well Manical Laughter had struck again. Deja vu to high school anyone?
Yeah I was crazy then, uber fucking depressed and down right loony.
It's started to come back. The lasting darkness, but suicide was so high school attention cries. Now I just don't want to get out of bed, just want to sleep, no dreams, just darkness. And the manical laughter pops in and out.
And I don't mind.