she has the family disease

today i feel: pretty shitty
today i'm hearing: marcy playground -- marcy playground
today i'm thinking: fuckin fuckin FUCKIN bureaucrats!

This is going to be pissy and sophomoric and overly dramatic. I'm putting that out here now so that you guys can go stop reading and avoid this tasteless Co-Ed bullshit (because that's what it is). But I need to write this out instead of just smoking and kicking the furniture and being a generally unpleasant person. So here it is.

I'm getting kicked out of my dorm, so that it can be over-taken by the Engineering students or CAS (whatever the fuck that is) or some shit. I can either go to the complete opposite side of campus and/or Thompson Point, an all girls' dorm, or the first floor where all the fucking stoners live (oh! And by the way, I'm fucking allergic to fucking marijuana). This kind of really fucks me over, you know? I can't move off campus. I can't. The university gave me money to me to live here and my parents aren't going to shell out the cash to move me to some shithole in the greater Carbondale area. And I can't get one, because I don't have a job and can't have a job when I'm in classes and rehearsals and tours and when the fuck would I go to work, huh? If I move to the other end of campus or Thompson Point, I'm far-ass away from the Comm building. But the Engineering students can still get to their building in three minutes; just like how the football players are getting a brand new, 85 MILLION dollar stadium to play with when giant chunks of plaster are falling on the desk of our department chair and the second biggest living patron our department fucking has. And, yeah, girls' dorms, whatever, there's a reason I didn't join a goddamn sorority (and it's not just because I'm against cults).

It's been a very, very long couple of months, okay? I can't sleep, I just got my appetite back, like, today, my two best friends are either very far away (and I'm too fucking broke to get up there) or completely absent (which is fine, but kind of depressing), I'm still in love with a giant fuck, my grandma's dying and my grandpa won't do fuck about it, and now I'm getting kicked out of the one place I'm still welcome at that I've felt completely comfortable in in the past four years.

And apparently, I'm completely uninteresting because all I do is talk about theatre. Thanks, Matt. Fuck you too.

Fuck. I'm gonna go invade Agincourt with Hal. I don't care if that makes me stereotypical.