Geez, Sri.
Okay so he paid me back by not charging me for the pizza. That all for math notes? Yah right. Then somewhere around 4 in the morning, he walked into my room (because roommate Jenn had just returned), plopped a piece of paper on my desk, and proceeded to take one of my prized possessions--my Newsweek! I'll have to yank it back from him.

Geez, Stuart.
He is singing a boy band song right now. Do you realize how thin the walls are? Especially since I want take a nappy nap. Bang on the wall.

Apologies to myself. When we were doing our take-home midterm, Ann asked me whether my boyfriend was coming during his spring break...she asked that right out of the blue. I think have ruined that beyond repair. There are things that cannot be repaired right? They have be dumped. Have to.
I screamed a lot yesterday to vent my frustrated sorrow. Why do my eyes fill with tears when someone genuinely asks me what's wrong. They never knew...this side of me. My hopes are already shattered.

As I walked past the common area on the way back, I heard Mariam, one of my suitemates, discussing how fun it was at a rave. "Yeah and then we danced!!!"
Like Rob, I am beginning to think it's all quite stupid, but I don't want to let myself fall into that endless hole. I was curious once, but with lost hope and my usual sense of superficiality, it's totally a lost cause. No never again will I ever want to go to one, because I haven't gone to one.

I am forgetting who I am. Let the salty water drops into my pillow.