i'm stressed to the max, yo
i'm annoyed. about everything.
i'm annoyed that we bought moldy butter, again, from Rainbow.
i'm annoyed that my roommate gets so drunk that she goes home with random people and can't remember her evening.
i'm annoyed that her "friends" let her go home with some random person when she was totally wasted, and probably even encouraged her to.
i'm annoyed that i'm about to have to live with five other people in a four bedroom/one bath
i'm annoyed that these five people are queer supremecist manhaters who see nothing wrong with their ignorant opinions.
i'm annoyed that it's a nice day out and i'm not in a good mood so i can't enjoy it.
i'm annoyed that everyone in my house is so negative and pessamistic that the most popular phrase i hear around the house is "that's so stupid"
i'm annoyed that i can't be naked all the time, because it's too cold in my house and my rommates arent naked people.
i'm annoyed that i can't get a decent nights sleep without being woken up by drunk roommates at 2am or at 7am by people on the street/roommates.
i'm annoyed that my client's daugher is diagnosed as autistic when she most likely is not autistic.
i'm annoyed that BART smelled like piss this morning.
i'm annoyed that the woman i tried to help on the bus this morning argued with me and didnt say thank you when i helped her.
i'm annoyed that having friends is more stressful than not having friends.
i'm annoyed that i still dont have one of my textbooks and i had to order it on amazon.com.
i'm annoyed that the thursday night lab session is "too full", according to the TA.
i'm annoyed that i got fruit compote all over my clothes this morning.
i'm annoyed at living with a couple.
i'm annoyed that the dysfunctionality of that couple makes me paranoid about my relationships with people.
i'm annoyed that it's been three weeks and it's not getting any easier.
i'm annoyed that i've lost so much confidence in myself since august/september.
i'm annoyed that i still think about her all the time.
i'm annoyed that i sometimes find myself second guessing my decision to move to san francisco.
i'm annoyed that several times ALL of the silverware in the house have been dirty.
i'm annoyed that despite everything we talked about at the "house meeting" last night, my roommate will still tell her friends who are coming to stay whatever she wants... not what we agreed upon.
i'm annoyed that i've been SO bad at keeping in touch since i got back from winterbreak.
i'm annoyed that i'm still so gainesville-sick.
i'm annoyed that my heart seems to be regressing.
i'm annoyed that my supervisor is never around my practicum agency so he has no clue what goes on.
take that universe, and do what you will with it.... but get it out of my head.