I'm sick of the people in my dorm, too

I made a frozen pizza for supper tonight, mainly because it's cold outside and I didn't want to walk across campus for food. I heard my neighbors step out into the hall and complain that it smelled like garlic. No, it smells like pizza. And I have a right to cook food in my room, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry. It's not like I'm in here cooking something with a really noxious smell like sardines.

My suitemates routinely cook breakfast sandwiches in the microwave, and the smell of sausage will waft through the bathroom. I don't like sausage. But do I complain about the smell? No. I put up with it.

Jesus, I'm cranky tonight. I'm ready to go home where I can eat some real fucking food that I cooked in my own kitchen. I want to go to sleep in a room by myself, with the lights off, with no one's snoring or talking waking me up. I want to be able to take a leisurely shower without worrying about anyone walking in on me.

Ok, I have to get out of this bad mood.