Miracles Really Do Happen
My roommate washed my dishes earlier today… just to be nice…
TEARS OF JOY
Source: collegeproblems
Two Words That Piss Off Any College Student
Class. Registration.
WHY?????
I’m currently posting from Tumblr Mobile because I left my laptop in my room and I’m pretty sure my roommate and his girlfriend are doing the dirty.
Adjusting to the little things
Lately my roommate has been considerate enough to turn of his bright lamp whenever he sees me going to bed, which is awesome. So last night he was finishing his paper and saw me get into bed, and turned off the lights as usual… once again… awesome.
Then I hear this:
… I’m still adjusting.
Oh, wow. The only way I’m going to volunteer to stay in the room with the bunk beds is if they look like this…
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I Have To Swipe My Key Card Every Time I Leave My Building Because Everything Is Dumb And God Hates Me
There’s a point at the end so the whole thing.
So get this, you guys. Several weeks ago, I broke up with my girlfriend. Or really, she broke up with me. Or we broke up. Fuck it. Whatever. It was a weird situation (aren’t they all?). But that’s not the point. The only reason I bring it up is that it informs my mental state at the time all this happened.
So we broke up. And understandably, I was upset. I didn’t want to go outside. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to do anything. I wavered between being uncontrollably angry and totally numb. I wasn’t doing laundry. Or showering. And all I did was watch Breaking Bad on Netflix.
To me, everything sucked. Everything (besides Breaking Bad). Waking up every day was awful. Going to bed every night was horrible. And all the hours in-between were terribly lonely. All I did every day was wake up, go to class, sit in front of my computer, and go to bed. Usually I ate and cried in there somewhere too. You know, if I was up for it. I’d look in the mirror and I wouldn’t see anyone looking back. This went on for weeks.
Here’s me everyday for a couple weeks :D
But after a couple weeks of this, one night, after commiserating alone in my sadness-dungeon-lair (read: sitting in bedroom alone all day), I venture out to make dinner. Perhaps a zesty bowl of ramen. Or a overflowing bowl of cereal. If I’m feeling particularly outgoing, I could scramble an egg (LIKE MY HEART WAS SCRAMBLED (LOLJK)). But when I go into the kitchen, literally every dish we own is in the sink. Did I make those dishes? No. So of course this sets me off. My roommates never do the dishes. They suck. They don’t clean shit. Why don’t we have any fucking food here? I hate this place.
So I go back to my sadness-dungeon-lair, get my shoes on, grab my wallet and leave. If we don’t have anything here, I’ll get some shitty fucking soup from shitty fucking 7/11. So I’m off. Off into the world full of all the people and all the things and all the sounds and all the smells I hate.
The ultimate college living rant? I’d like to believe so. But with a positive twist!
(via adventurephilled)
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