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| 02:16pm 12/05/2005 |
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mood: happy music: Aphex Twin - Tha
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I may be tired and burned out but I can't hide a smile when I remember that my suitemate is no longer here. Last night while studying for an exam she decided to light up in her room next door and the entire suite filled with the choking stench of smoke. I tell people I'm allergic to smoke, because in reality it's pretty much that. I have a severely low tolerance for smoke of any kind, be it cigar, cigarette, or something less legal. It dries out my eyes, inflames my throat, and nauseates me. On certain occasions I have become physically sick, once even throwing up blood. Mmm.
I'm a patient person. When she didn't remember to lock the bathroom door and I'd walk in on her peeing, and then she wouldn't replace the empty roll, I didn't say anything. When she would leave her dishes in the sink for a month and allow new breeds of bacteria to fester in our kitchen, I let it slide. When she'd play her music so loud that all i could hear were hip-hop expletives between the thumping bass, I kept my mouth shut. When she was boisterous with whatever boy she brought home that night or when she decided it would be fun to scream and shout at very early hours of the morning, I said nothing. When she left clumps of hair that gathered in the shower drain peppered all over the floor instead of picking them up, I dealt with it. When I'd come home and the scent of alcohol was so powerful that it made me gag and I couldn't see the table beneath all the cans, bottles, and the enormous bong, I shrugged it off. The other night when she passed out in the hallway outside my door after hours of loud complaining about how she had to vomit, I stepped around her and went about my business.
I have no patience for smoking. I hate the feeling I have when I'm in its presence. I immediately walked over to her room and told her to shut her door because I have an exam in the morning and I'd rather spend this time studying than throwing up. The damage had been done, however, and I had to pack up my things and visit Chris.
She moved out this morning. Sleep will finally come. |
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