I apologize for this post in advance...
So I erased all of my previous posts because it pissed me off how much I complained, but here I go again....
Today we had housing sign up. All sophomores have to live on campus unless they're 21 or married. I'm not either of those things. First off. All of my really good friends kinda made their little groups. No roomie for Kyssa. I made it through that and am looking forward to living with my new roomies next year.
Then you get your "randomly assigned number." There are over 500 numbers and I got 191...Not bad until you factor in all of the people with crappy numbers who are living with people with good numbers. (the lowest number is the number they use...) This results in my roommates and I having to live in our second choice dorm. Again. Not so bad until you consider the fact that 3 of my best friends will be living across campus. But that sadness passed after a nice cup of coffee.
Now it gets to the part I'm angry about. My roommate had an amazing number...61. So she and another girl on my floor were gonna try to get a double in Brown (the one where all of our friends are living). Turns out her number wasn't good enough and now she's "stuck" back in Fjelstad. Kinda sucky, but get over it. She was the one who originally wanted to be in Fjelly. And now she ends every conversation with some snide remark about how her life sucks, woe is me, woe is me. Whatever. So we tried to cheer her up but then she tells us about how one of her favorite profs (her horn teacher) is going on sabbatical next year and the other horn prof is gonna be terrible, etc. And, yeah, I agree that would suck major balls. But she's going into it like it's the worst thing ever. And whenever I try to say something to make her feel better, it's always the wrong thing. I'm not trying to tell her she can't be sad. i'm just sick of her pessimistic approach to EVERYTHING! Then she posts on her online journal all of this stuff about how her life is terrible and everything is going wrong. I just wish she would talk to me instead of the stupid internet. Hippocrite...I know. But I'm not in any way looking for pity. Know that. I just needed to vent. And if you stuck it through to the end, let me know and maybe I'll buy you a present.......Maybe.
Somebody once said that for every bad thing I say I should say a good thing too and I think I get to say only one, since the other stuff was already resolved...
A great thing that happened today is that I have a place to live next year! One of my good friends somehow has this house we can live in. Don't ask how she did it...but yeah. It's just across the street and it's a little yellow house with a white picket fence with enough room for 6 girls. So far there are four of us. Woot! I'm ecstatic about that!
Alright. I think this is the longest post I've ever written. I gotta go...Until we meet again...
Today we had housing sign up. All sophomores have to live on campus unless they're 21 or married. I'm not either of those things. First off. All of my really good friends kinda made their little groups. No roomie for Kyssa. I made it through that and am looking forward to living with my new roomies next year.
Then you get your "randomly assigned number." There are over 500 numbers and I got 191...Not bad until you factor in all of the people with crappy numbers who are living with people with good numbers. (the lowest number is the number they use...) This results in my roommates and I having to live in our second choice dorm. Again. Not so bad until you consider the fact that 3 of my best friends will be living across campus. But that sadness passed after a nice cup of coffee.
Now it gets to the part I'm angry about. My roommate had an amazing number...61. So she and another girl on my floor were gonna try to get a double in Brown (the one where all of our friends are living). Turns out her number wasn't good enough and now she's "stuck" back in Fjelstad. Kinda sucky, but get over it. She was the one who originally wanted to be in Fjelly. And now she ends every conversation with some snide remark about how her life sucks, woe is me, woe is me. Whatever. So we tried to cheer her up but then she tells us about how one of her favorite profs (her horn teacher) is going on sabbatical next year and the other horn prof is gonna be terrible, etc. And, yeah, I agree that would suck major balls. But she's going into it like it's the worst thing ever. And whenever I try to say something to make her feel better, it's always the wrong thing. I'm not trying to tell her she can't be sad. i'm just sick of her pessimistic approach to EVERYTHING! Then she posts on her online journal all of this stuff about how her life is terrible and everything is going wrong. I just wish she would talk to me instead of the stupid internet. Hippocrite...I know. But I'm not in any way looking for pity. Know that. I just needed to vent. And if you stuck it through to the end, let me know and maybe I'll buy you a present.......Maybe.
Somebody once said that for every bad thing I say I should say a good thing too and I think I get to say only one, since the other stuff was already resolved...
A great thing that happened today is that I have a place to live next year! One of my good friends somehow has this house we can live in. Don't ask how she did it...but yeah. It's just across the street and it's a little yellow house with a white picket fence with enough room for 6 girls. So far there are four of us. Woot! I'm ecstatic about that!
Alright. I think this is the longest post I've ever written. I gotta go...Until we meet again...
posted by Kyssa at 3/31/2005 01:33:00 AM
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