i hate my dorm room. The way it's set up just bothers me. For example, the only way my roommate and I can fit our beds in are side by side and against the walls. This is inconvenient because my bed hits the electrical outlet where the high-powered fan is plugged. Now while the fan is awesome at three in the morning, when I'm asleep and tossing and turning in my egg-crate-less bed, I accidentally knock the plug out of the outlet, rendering my temperature relief useless. Then I wake up at 7:30 to a sweaty mattress and plug it back in, but it doesn't help me because I'm already up. I'm just angry at the outlets position. It doesn't make any sense. If I were to stand with my back against the wall, the outlet would be over my knee and smack dab in the middle of my thunder thigh. If it were just an itty-bitty-bit lower, it'd be purrrrrfect.

My neighbors annoy me. They're all the gangster kids who think it's normal to blast Timbaland as loud as they can at 10 in the morning. I'm asleep. I don't want to wake up to "The Way I Are." I want to wake up to Guster's "Satellite." I designated that my song on purpose. I wanted to hear Guster. Not Timbaland. Not to mention it's TEN O'CLOCK in the FUCKING MORNING.
Who wakes up at ten to listen to music?! I wake up at 8:30 to go to CLASS. I don't do it for shits and giggles. I don't wake up when it's dawn and the fucking rooster crows. I don't wake up when the televangelists demand that I renounce my evil ways.

Which brings me to another, but just as annoying, topic. Since when was it rational to call your COLLEGIATE SON at 8:00 in the morning! When you saw your son get up no earlier than TWO IN THE AFTERNOON, what makes you think that I wouldn't rather get up five minutes before class started?

Sigh.

Add those gripes to two parking tickets, a speeding ticket, a 100 dollar gym membership, the fact that my class tomorrow starts at 9:30, the fact that on Saturday I have to leave my dorm at eight in the morning for a tee time way too early. Nine o'clock. Sigh.

Later.