quillory: (ANGER)
 Okay, so I love the people in my college residence hall (most of them [to a point]), but seriously. There are lines.

1. Apparently, being single, twenty, and never been kissed is a problem. And the entire lounge had to make a scene. Oh, I'm a virgin, too. Want to make a big deal of that, too? Bite me. Screw you all, and the wheeled soapboxes you rode in on.

2. DON'T FUCKING READ MY COMPUTER SCREEN. IT IS MY SCREEN. IF I WANTED YOU TO READ IT, I'D TURN IT FOR YOU TO SEE IT AND TELL YOU TO LOOK. THANK YOU.

3. I'm unnecessarily stressed for some reason. Like, today was a wondermous day, and now I feel like curling around a pillow and screaming.
Fuck my inability to outwardly express my negative emotions. 

Time for music and writing. -sigh- Perhaps sleep. Yeah. That.

EDIT: TWO HOURS LATER ) 

Αγαπη, Ταθ.
quillory: (Default)
...because I revel in this kind of weather.

Honestly. I really do.
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I'm going to break something. Might not be physically, but then again it might. All I know is that before the week is over, I'm going to snap just maybe a bit. Maybe having internet would help me relax, give me an outlet. But that comes Wednesday, I guess. For now we'll chill in the SUB until practice time rolls around.

New apartment is wonderfully big, but it's too far away from campus, which means that I'll never be home EVER during the day. The fact that the place looks like it was hit by a tornado doesn't help. Everything got mixed up in the move, and I need to unpack/sort/pack my own things for this weekend's Targhee move. It would help if I was able to get home earlier than 6:00 each day. An hour between classes isn't enough to walk home in time to get anything done before having to leave again.

I just really want this move to be over. I feel like I'm useless at home, which I essentially am. I wake up, go to class (breakfast optional), get home when it's dark-ish, eat (maybe), do homework, and sleep (by 1:00, if I'm lucky). Home has become a storage/sleeping place. I can't. Do this. To Liz. Or myself..

I can't get over how amazingly shit-tastic the timing of everything is right now. Stress is getting out of hand, and I can't get out of the house because Liz puts me on MASSIVE FUCKING GUILT TRIPS even though I know she doesn't mean to and I'm getting kinda irritable because I can't get out of the house. I can't vent online because we won't have internet at the apartment until Wednesday.

FUCK THIS TIMING, ARRRRRGH.

And I know I'm bitching and complaining and you really don't want to hear it. And I apologize. But frankly, Idunno what else to do right now. It's either whine and bitch about everything, or break something. Which might just happen anyway.

I think it'll be easier on EVERYONE once I'm out of the apartment. Liz won't have to chew me out for never being home, and I won't have to feel guilty for getting cranky at her for chewing me out for never being home. Graagh.

Headin' home now, before it gets too dark/rainy/wonderful.

S'agapo. <3

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