| 9:56a |
Margot came in 5 AM stumbling drunk, hitting every possible thing that she could as she made her way into bed.
And, like she always does when she's drunk or sick, she snored loudly.
I hadn't put my ear plugs in before going to bed so, naturally, this woke me up.
After putting them in and finally settling back down again, my stomach started acting up. I got up and rushed to the bathroom and came back at 5:45am.
I crawled into bed feeling a little better but, twenty minutes later, I was in the bathroom again.
I don't think it helped that Margot's trash is, once again, smelling like foul vomit and making the entire room feel thick and disgusting.
So, feeling tired and ill, I skipped going to math because I would rather have two hours of Margot-not-in-the-room sleep than an hour of sitting in a class that doesn't teach me anything and still leaves it for me to figure out on my own from the book and David's help.
But then, when I got up, I noted that my JET keychain is gone.
;-; fuck today
edit: OH and the newest AWESOME FUN HILARIOUS thing to do in the hall is to look your name up on UrbanDictionary to see what it says.
HO HO HO!
Except the definitions are never "satisfactory" (because obviously they must be in reference to a real person and NOT slang) and so now everyone is adding entries in order to "capture the TRUE essence" of themselves. |