So, I'm currently dancing around with the housing department, trying to get a new room (which may involve me moving EVERYTHING back home for Winter Quarter and then moving EVERYTHING back up three weeks later).
The stupid, self-absorbed, slut-tastic jackasses who live in my dorm are making it REALLY EASY to know that no, I'm not being crazy when I want to MOVE THE FUCK AWAY.
If enderxenocide were here, instead of being awesome and taking an evil test (which she is going to KICK ASS ON) I would be sleeping on her floor tonight.
Again.
(No, please, slam the doors some more. Oh, no, why wouldn't you stand in the hallways and talk VERY LOUDLY. I'm off to take advil.)