Oh irony. My Livejournal account finally decides to start responding to ANYTHING involving me again, and I'm entirely too flustered to give you a decent journal entry. Sorry for my absence, etc-- livejournal ate itself temporarily it seems, and refused to notify me of anything or allow me to DO anything.
In lieu off all the wonderful stuff I'd like to tell you, I'll extend a brief update of the Trailer Trash Theater that has become my life. Basically, the new roommate, a wonderful girl, came as a surprise package deal, which includes her violent, controlling, obsessive, stalker boyfriend, physical fights at two in the morning, and violent banging on the door at all hours of the universe. I think we're finally at the homestretch of this catastrophe because the cops are involved
you know, unless it gets worse which it probably will
, but we'll have to wait and see. I resent feeling unsafe in my own dorm, and the fact that I'm not going to sleep tonight, when I have an eight o'clock class in the morning. I also think there's something definitively wrong when two police officers show up at my dorm in one night, and all I feel is relief
. You know, behind the pulsing headache gnashing at my temples.
I am so anti-drama, and so anti-allofthis
. I went 800 miles away from home because I wanted to be done with such matters. If wishes were horses, I guess.
More to come later, including the trials of Frankenstein
, the realities of a perpetually failing immune system, optimistic possibilities for an apartment next year, and much, much more. Cheers.
Tags: dorm-life, drama, fail
Current Mood: tired