"Fine!" I exclaimed as I slammed the door. They did have a right to kick me out of the house. Yes, I did take advantage of them, sucking their pockets dry and wasting away the brittle walls of the house. Yes. Yet clearly, they did not understand me.
"don't ever come back here again," an agry voice beloowed almost seemingly at the dramatic climax of a movie. "You don't believe here. Go on and leave. As an adult, you should be able to spport yourself. I will not help you."

Suddenly, Maaaaahlow started at me with his question, dark eyes. I blinked again. The feelings of rejection by my parents still stayed with me. Yet another nightmare. Oddly enough, they had been recurring for the last few days. Very very strange.
Then suddenly the vague memory (of yet another nightmare) drifting in front of me--another tutor watched me break down once more. What is this--a recollection of all my innate fears?
However, the grumble of my stomach yanked me back to reality. Instead of heading to the DC, I headed straight to the blackened monitor almost obsessively. Have to...check e-mail...check messages...check download...check other mail...
Ten to twenty minutes waster. It was already 9:15 AM by the time I finished. I raced down to the bus stop and fortunately was able to catch a bus within three minutes. The buses were being nice to me today.

Somehow in psychology, I could barely concentrate. Yes, it was definitely my stomach. I began to think about fast food restaurants. An image of a hamburger with a juicy patty, lettuce, tomatoes (the ultimate contradiction to my vehement dislike of sandwiches)...abruptly vanished when Xing pushed me. Yes, yes, I will watch your stuff as you go to the restroom. Fortunately Xing was sympathetic to my cries (in a low whisper) of I am hungry! I recieved two orange-flavored Tic Tacs to satiate my hunger until 11.

In all insanity, Xing wanted to eat at a Japanese restaurant. No no, I wanted a hamburger! Finally we compromised by heading to an Italian restaurant. Xing and Tram settled for sharing an entire plate. I had one entire plate to myself because of my extreme hunger. My $200/month allowance was not going to hold me.
What was funny was...that Xing commented on my misprounnouciation of certain words. You say stuff weird!, she exclaimed. Water! not WATER! Orchid not orchid!!! Syrup not SYRUP! Modern not modern!

After Ethnic Studies, Xing and Tram decided to visit my dorm once more. Truly, my bed was not made. The blankets, the sheets were all rolled up in a large ball. Ironically, my roommates only do that when they're in rush. So if that applies to me, I am always in a rush. Always.
Xing got obsessed with Backstreet Boys. OMG, you can listen to their new album? There are songs off their new album on Napster?! How do you work Napster?!
I was late to English.

I found Alston wandering around afterwards, but somehow I felt very disconnected. Sigh. I couldn't express myself well any longer. I left him at Unit 1 where I pursued a dinner by myself at a large table eating things I dislike eating...