FUCK! I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WAS UPSET! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT! I’M SO GODDAMN ANGRY! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
SHIT! Okay, okay, let me calm the fuck down. ::breathes:: Damn, I’m upset, I need to relax. I’m so filled with rage, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to make sense. ::tries to simmer down:: I’ll try. Here goes.
A little background on me:
I. Hate. People. I don’t like living with them, I don’t like talking to them, they make me sick. I’d be perfectly fucking happy no one ever said a word to me ever again. Okay, that’s a little bit of hyperbole. Let’s say I just don’t like people. Most of them I’m fairly indifferent towards, others I despise, most I feel that if I ever bothered to know them I would eventually despise. I think that’s a reasonable assumption, as most people who I have bothered to deal with have ended up disgusting me. There are roughly 3 people outside of family who I actually like. I’m not saying I have 3 good friends but think a lot of other people are swell. I’m saying I don’t like ANYONE besides 3 people.
Now that we’ve established my disdain and distrust for everyone, we’ll move on to how much I hate living with people and always manage to get dealt the shittiest roommates ever. Last year I got some whiny bitch who listened to country music all day. This year I got some of the most obnoxious bitches to ever graze the planet. They’re loud, they’re stupid (not really, but they talk and act like it because they think it’s “cool” and will make boys like them), they’re whores, they NEED attention nonstop, they NEVER shut the fuck up. I’m not kidding, they talk all day, even when I’m trying to do hw. I’ve had to tell them to shut the fuck up a few times. I tried to get a single this year, but I ended up living in a carpeted shoebox with TWO people. TWO, err, “people” who I really fucking hate.
The housing draw blows. It’s totally random, some people get to live in kick ass suites, others live cardboard boxes. I lived in a cardboard shithole 2 years in a row. This year I got lucky though … or so I thought. I got a really kick ass housing assignment and was feeling rather jolly going to in house draw. This is where it’s determined which actual room everyone is to live in. But oh no! NO WAY! Of course it’s too good to be true! Of course I could never NOT live in anything bigger than a closet with anything less than 10,000 people. There are only about 5 triples in the whole god damn complex and guess who was lucky enough to get stuck in one.
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Take your time with this guess now.
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Me!!!
What the FUCK, man?! This is bullshit! That’s right. One room, 3 beds. Why me? WHY?! I hate people, I don’t wanna live in such close quarters with them. I’ll have no privacy, I’m really angry. Why can’t I have any luck with this sort of thing? WHY?! This is not fair. THREE of my fucking years I’ll be living in a piece of shit with people I hate. No, make that FOUR since I’m 100% fucking certain I’ll get screwed next year too. Part of me is tempted to get an off campus apartment, then the other part remembers I live in SHALLOW FUCKING ALTO where I’d have to pay $1,000/month to get a farkin’ studio. Bay Area livin’, especially the freakin’ peninsula, ain’t cheap. It’s no wonder why 95% of the undergrads here live on campus. Serious, 95% because we really don’t have much choice BUT to face the pure eeeeeeevil that is the housing lottery. This is such shit. There’s no way I can change my assingment either! FUUUUUUCK! There is no emoticon to express what I’m feeling! FUCK!
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