"Blarg" is the word of today. Not because today was long, slow, uneventful, and overly boring, but because that is the catch-all word for my mood. Yes, "Blarg" indeed. The day as a whole consisted of waking up, calling out sick for Target (24 hours in a weekend is too much work, especially as of late), eating lunch, and doing a whole lot of nothing. How much nothing? A whole helluva lot. After that it was time for dinner. Went, did that, then came back to the Dorm. There was that wonderful smell... so I walked in. The room smelled of pot. The room smelled of alcohol. My bed was NOT the way I left it earlier that day. I calmly shut the door, and went upstairs to CB's room. After a few knocks, Celeste let me in, so we talked for a bit. Her bro was over for the weekend, which is cool n' all. But the room. MY room. MY bed...
This really isn't how it should be. I mean, hasn't this week handed me enough shit? KK, Sarah, CB, the WHOLE Wed. thing, the rape, and now my own space, my BED where I sleep.... GAH! What about the ROOMATE RULE?! Not when I am in the room, NOT in my bed! I am not even going to touch that with a 10 foot pole. Basically, I am headin out for the night. Gonna try Tam's room or CB or Erica's room because I can't stay here. I will wash my sheets tomorrow morning. Once more, gah. And a really big whimper too.
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