Bitch bitch bitch

I take back what I said in my last entry. Dammit, I want to bitch, and here's a good place to do it.

My roommate's not here right now, but that didn't stop one of her friends from knocking on the door and then coming in two seconds later. It's a good thing I wasn't naked or anything. I believe that what she did was totally rude unless she knew that my roommate was here to receive her. You don't just walk into someone's room without permission, especially when that person has a roommate!

And I'm mad as hell about the weather. We've had lots of snow showers, but they've amounted to exactly jack shit. If the snow's not going to lay and get me out of class, then it can just go the fuck away. Fuck this late start schedule bullshit. Either cancel classes or have them on regular schedule.

As I'm typing this, my suitemate and her friend are in the bathroom talking about how they can't find anyone to supply them acid right now. Oh, boo hoo! My heart breaks for you! It's just so hard to find good help in the drug trade these days.

Now that I've written all of this out, I feel much better. Behold, the power of bitching.