It's 2:oo AM, Sunday, October 3rd. I was recently roused from sleep by the frantic screaming of my suite-mate, Kristin. I couldn't tell whether it was hysterical laughter or something worse, so I wearily trekked through the bathroom to find Sam, Rachel, and Katherine diligently searching for a giant roach/Palmetto Bug (I prefer the latter because it's more "user friendly").
I suppose I should give you a little bit of background on Kristin. She's terrified of bugs. No no, not scared...not even very scared...terrified. The mere glimpse of an insect sends her into real panic. In other words, it wasn't just show. Sam proceeded to catch the unlucky creepy crawler and sent him to a watery grave. But Kristin still refuses to sleep in her room until she has a chance to clean it from top to bottom. It is fortuitous that Erin is out of town this weekend. I suppose she will set up camp in here for the night. I promised her we could fall back asleep to a happy movie.
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...gross.
I just don't understand why. It doesn't make sense. I don't know what to think. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place...potentially screwed no matter which way I turn. Granted, it does seem near impossible. How would you have time? But at the same time, so much just doesn't add up. And I've been messed with too many times to give very much slack. ::rather bitter:: That's why it hurts. It's like pouring salt in the wound (yucky analogy). ::sigh:: You know. I'm finished. I have nothing more to say on the subject. From this point on, I wait to find my answer.
Crap. I didn't mean for that to sound so...final or whatever. Basically I'm just really confused and want to talk in person. There. Heh.
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