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So apparently the stupid isn't coming from my roommate, it's coming from my landlady via my roommate, because she hasn't bothered to contact me. It's escalated, and if it looks like I won't get my security deposit, I'm going to say 'fuck you, I never signed a rental agreement' so I don't have to pay any of the bullshit cleaning charges she seems to be trying to slap on us. I'm sick of all this crap.

I wonder which is preferable - being outright angry with one or two people, or just being vaguely annoyed with a whole lot of people.

Bleh. Back to forcing myself to write some of my Bio report so I'm not stuck doing all of it next Wednesday night.

I want to cosplay default RE4 Leon (have for a while, actually), but I've been going 'augh, so expensive' about it. I've also been contemplating doing STARS!Wesker, instead. And then I realized that half their gear? The same XD; I'll have to whip out the RE Archives book and take a good look, but I might be able to do two costumes for the price of one, w00t.

Getting upset over stupid, stupid things once again. I wish I didn't set standards for myself I can't actually achieve.

I think I'm going to watch more Supernatural. And study for my goddamn Bio midterm.

Ahh, good old post-con depression. The arrival of which doesn't surprise me in the least. Unfortunately, not even chocolate seems to be helping today - I'm kind of feeling down about nearly everything at the moment, and all the school stuff I need to get done this week isn't helping.

*sigh* I think I need a hug, of the real-life variety. Hopefully next week will be better. At least I won't have midterms, anyway.

Oh, and does anyone have suggestions for a photo-organizing script that isn't Gallery? Re-installing it hasn't solved the problems, which means that the people on the forums were probably right - it's one of the Apache modules my host is running that's causing the problem, which means I'm screwed.

I just had a dream that, while deeply interesting while it was happening, instantly put me into an utterly foul mood when I woked up and realized what I had just dreamed about.

If I have no hair at Y-con, it will be because I have torn it all out while screaming in frustration.

(although, if all the senior angels really are that much of snotty bitches, I can see why Raphael would pick humans instead)

And now I'm going to _try_ to get some more sleep instead of musing on how deeply unhappy and annoyed I am at the moment. Argh argh argh.

Dear neighbor, I don't fucking care if quiet hours end at seven am. Eight thirty on a Sunday morning is too damned early for your bass to be throbbing through my room. I also don't care if you were watching Friends last night, and turned it off at twelve-thirty instead of one. I could still hear it. And guess what? I can hear you now, too, talking loudly to someone in Chinese! At two am! Fuck you!

Dear floormates, you actually seem like a tolerable bunch, but please, please stop asking me the same damned question. Yes, Massachusetts is sort of far away. But I am getting really sick of people asking me 'Why did you come here?' and giving the same answer. Do you ask all the international students, or is it just because I'm American? Really.

Dear friends, I have my reasons for the decisions I've made in the last year or so. Technically, these are entirely my bussiness, and thus not your's, but I will enlighten you anyway. It apparently comes as a surprise to some of you that these reasons are not simply 'Jo'. No, they're really not. I do in fact have my own opinions, reasons, and life, outside of Jo. And, in the future if you want to know my thoughts, actually ask me instead of someone I am barely on speaking terms with, instead of making assumptions.

Yes, I know, I'm a bit short at the moment, but I have had it up to here with these things. I do actually like you all (well, save neighbor and those who are already well-aware of my opinions of them). And neighbor has finally shut the hell up, so I'm going to try and sleep.

You are getting way to worked up about this, and it's because you're tired. Being tired always makes things seem ten times worse than they actually are. Take a step back, eat your chocolate bar, and at least attempt to be rational about this, particularly because you did kind of make an ass of yourself there.

Or if you can't be rational about it, call and make an appointment with counselling, because it's what they're there for. But you are _not_ going to let this sit around and become a huge mess. We're through with that, alright?

Love,
Me

PS: Study for that chem midterm!

I'm _this_ close to just totally snapping and killing someone. I had to ask the girl next door to turn her music down last night at 12:30 when I went to bed, and I was woken up by it again at ten this morning. And earplugs do nothing, because it's her fucking bass. It's high enough that it makes things in my room vibrate, and _nothing_ blocks it. I was also woken up by what I suspect was two very drunk people talking very loudly in the hall at two thirty.

Net result? I haven't had a good night's sleep in a month, and it's turning me into an emotional wreck, because lack of sleep makes a total mess of my moods. I can't even take naps, because the bass is _constant_.

Today is Colour Wars, but fuck that. I hate my house, I don't want to support them. I'm going to sit around wearing black and glaring at people with my headphones on, and then go get myself a tv.

I think I've now been here long enough that the shiny new-place excitement that has caused me to be so social over the last few days has worn off, and it's back to the same out unhappy introversion that's followed me this summer. I'm pretty much moved in - just need to aquire poster mounts for three more of my posters (I brought them aaaall, so it's a lot), and that's it.

Strangely, I miss my kitchen the most. I miss having real utensils, and more dishes than just a mug I bought at the dollar store. I miss the little things like actually have butter or salt to put on pasta. Or soap to wash my one mug, hot pot, and plastic fork with.

I almost can't wait until classes start, because it means there will be less chaos and socialising in the dorm, and that I'll have something to lose myself in. Maybe I'll go wander around one of the gardens tomorrow or something.