I’m glad to be back at college, and there are so many annoying things I have to deal with it home, but there are also so many annoying things to deal with here. I mean just ridiculous, this-is-why-I-can’t-stand-people kind of things. So let me tell you about my wonderful living arrangements.

EDIT: I probably should have explained my living arrangements first-hand. I am in a “suite” where I have a roommate (who is wonderful and keeps me sane) and then we share a bathroom with two other girls, called our suitemates. They are, uhm, well, you’ll see, haha.

My suitemates eat toilet paper.
Okay not really, but they consume mass amounts of toilet paper in really small amounts of time. In two weeks, we used thirteen rolls for four people. Which is ridiculous! And which I wouldn’t mind so much except that toilet paper costs money, which means I have to spend more money because they don’t know how to use moderate amounts. I also don’t have an infinite amount of money, and I’m pretty cheap, so I like to save my money in any way possible. After one week here and seven rolls of toilet paper later, my and Alysha talked to our suitemates and agreed that we would no longer share toilet paper. I can already feel the money being saved!

My suitemates don’t clean. Ever.
At the beginning of the year, we agreed that one of the four of us would clean our shared bathroom every weekend, because if you’re not aware how gross a bathroom gets in one week alone when four girls are sharing it, let me tell you: it gets disgusting. I have never seen either one of them touch the crate of cleaning supplies we have in our bathroom. So I have to clean up their nastiness for them. Which is both disgusting and rather infuriating after the fiftieth time. I like to not live in filth, thank you very much. Also, they still haven’t cleaned their room since the beginning of the school year. There are clumps of hair and dirt on their floor and it makes me want to vomit.

My suitemates talk really loud on Skype.
It’ll be two in the morning, and when I finally convince myself to stop watching TV shows on Hulu and to go to bed, one of my suitemates will get on Skype. EXCEPT FOR SOME REASON SHE THINKS SHE HAS TO SHOUT FOR THEM TO HEAR HER. It reminds me of when my mom got her first cellphone, and she would shout really loud in restaurants so people on the other line could hear her (or so she thought) and we’d all duck our heads in embarrassment as people just stared. You don’t have to shout for people to hear you on your phone, or on Skype.

My suitemates’ perfume smells like death.
Sometimes I’ll come back from class around noon, and one of them will just have showered and left the bathroom door open, so that my room is not only as humid as a tropical rainforest, but it also smells like an old lady’s perfume on a decaying body. In otherwords, like death. It might be two degrees Fahrenheit outside, but the window is being opened, because I can’t breathe.

My neighbors like to blast music at 7:45 AM on Saturdays.
I think most normal college students like to sleep in on Saturdays because it’s generally the only time that we have to actually sleep in and be lazy. Oh, never mind, that’s really just asking too much since our neighbors like to blast annoying pop music as loud as they can. Normally they blast it for about five minutes, then shut it off, as if they’re just trying to annoy people but then realize they’re being douches. But last Saturday, they blasted it for forty-five minutes. I got my iPod to try and drown it out with music that I actually enjoyed, but the bass was reverberating through my bed, so that was rather useless. Next time I’m pounding on their door and telling them to shut up. OR ELSE.

Conservatory students feel obligated to sing. All the time.
The floor that I am on is made up entirely of students in the conservatory, meaning they’re studying music or theater. For some reason unbeknownst to either me or my roommate, since we’re both business majors, we’re stuck on that floor too. It’s kind of annoying, but it’s not too bad since they’re all pretty nice except for one fact: they sing at the top of their lungs, all the time and anytime.

People above us throw each other onto the floor at midnight.
I really don’t know how else to explain it, but they’re doing something up there, maybe dropping bowling balls? Doing some intense workout? But never failing, every night the noise starts up. My precious sleep….

Ghetto people in the courtyard don’t ever shut up.
My room is located right on the courtyard of the dorm and there are plenty of ghetto people who don’t know how to speak in a normal tone of voice, so that, through my window and three stories up, I can hear every word they are shrieking, perfectly clear. I should start entering their conversations and shouting back, bahaha.

It’s friggin’ expensive.
To stay in the dorm for a full year, it comes out to around $10,000, including a meal plan. If I get at least one roommate, and pay around $400 a month for rent, utilities, and food, I can stay in an apartment for $4,800, which is less than half the price I’m paying for this crappy dorm. (Okay, the dorm itself isn’t of a crappy quality – it’s actually fairly nice for a college dorm. It’s mainly just the people I’m surrounded by that drive me insane. Except my roommate – can’t tell you enough how thankful I am for her.)

Moral of my story: I can’t wait to move out next year into my own apartment.

I’ve been in a bit of a foul made lately, and the main reason for that is probably because of school. I can’t wait to get out. I cannot wait to graduate and just get the heck out of there.

I never really understood the whole reason why towards the end of their year, seniors always get so antsy to graduate or why they get “senioritis.” But now that I’m a senior, oh my goodness can I relate.

A lot of the reason is just my school itself. We have all of these dumb rules and regulations that don’t do or prevent anything. For example, no one is allowed to wear a backpack unless it is clear, nor are they allowed to wear a large purse – large defined as being able to fit a notebook into it. This rule was instituted last year when a student brought a gun to school. No one was injured, but to prevent this from happening again, this rule was drawn up and applied.

Now, I do commend them for trying to do something so that that situation would not arise again, but I don’t exactly commend them for doing something just so it looks like they’re doing something, if that makes sense. This rule prevents nothing. If a student is determined enough to bring a gun to school, then they would fit it in their pocket or jacket or, if it were a female (unless some males like to wear their “satchels”) they could easily fit it in their smaller purse.

So anyways, a frustrating rule because I have to go to my locker twenty kajillion times a day because I don’t have a backpack and because I like to take challenging classes which require a kajillion textbooks. And I happen to like cross-the-body bags which I can no longer wear. So I had to go find a new purse that would fit the rule and spend $30 on something I didn’t really need. Argh.

And then the classes themselves. I feel like I’m only learning anything in about three of the seven – my Calculus, AP World History, and French class. The rest are really just a joke.

In my English class, we are currently doing an art project. Why teachers feel that they need to incorporate art into some of their classes kind of baffles me. Sure, in elementary and middle school, but in high school? There is a reason why there are classes entirely devoted to art. Basically I have to create a diorama of a scene from my novel. Why I can’t just quickly draw a picture on a piece of paper, or even better, imagine it in my head, I don’t know. :-?

And the people, oh my goodness. I can’t tell you how just completely stupid people are. I think that I am generally a nice person and I’m pretty patient with people. But when people ask why our teacher who has a doctorate in bio-chem isn’t working in a hospital, my patience runs a little short. Or when people like, oh my gawd, talk really like loud, and say like over and over and like, over again. And won’t stop talking about themselves. And how cool they are. Like, oh my gosh. :angry: I’ve been around the same people for the past twelve years of my life, and while I’ve made some amazing friends, I’ve also met a lot of people I don’t ever want to see again. I am so glad that I’m going to a college three and a half hours away from here.

All of these things just make me so apathetic towards school. I hate going and I feel like I’m just wasting my time at the moment. I am thankful for the public education that I have received and am still receiving, but at the moment, I’m not seeing a lot of benefits.

Sorry for such a cranky post, but I’m a bit cranky. And don’t want to do this dumb art project. I wish I was born with a bit more artistic skills at times like these so I would enjoy these projects.

In other news, my dad’s doing great. Thank you all for your lovely comments and concerns on my last post. :love: He starts chemo and radiation treatment on Thursday, and honestly, you can’t tell that anything at all is wrong with him. He’s just as happy as ever and I think the rest of us are all over the initial shock. So, things are pretty good.