On being talked about...

I hate people.

I hate my roommates. I hope they die horribly and their family is killed before their eyes as all the babies in their family are ran over by a truck.

I hate them so much, I hate people.

Now, you are probably wondering why I am saying this.

Because being talked about is never a nice feeling. I think this is why my roommate has her friends over, to annoy me and anger me. It's revenge for turning her in to the RA for the vodka. It's not making me feel bad about what I chose to do, all it's doing is making me start to see a bit of red.

Yes, Kayla is talking shit about me because I said something about the vodka.

Bitch, I'm not leaving this dorm, so you better get the fuck over it. It's not my fault you were stupid enough to put the vodka in the main kitchen freezer instead of in your room. If it was in your room I wouldn't have seen it unless you brought it out, meaning I wouldn't have said anything unless I had seen it. But no, you were being stupid and put it where I could find it.

I know for a fact that most people wouldn't have reported it, but I'm not one of them. I care about whether or not I get in trouble. I care whether or not I get fined for something that was obviously not my doing. And I am not one of those people that will allow that. I don't want it near me and I don't want it in my sight.

I don't play these games like some people.

I officially have to get a car and a license next year because I will commute if I have to. I am not a big fan of dorm living, so if I can get a car, a license, and job to buy the car and gas I'm not living here next year. Maybe I'll feel different next year or whatever, but this is something I definitely wouldn't recommend for my sister unless she had the same dorm as me and it was just the two of us.

There was really nothing good that really happened besides being able to watch Despicable Me and writing two different drafts to the prologue of the dream I had.

But I still want my roommates to die a most painful and horrible death. I hate them so much.

And yes, I'm probably going to hell for these thoughts and desires, this has already been established.