Cloudey with a Chance of Annoyance.

Nobody likes a whiner, so I will not whine....I will bitch.

Do you ever want to just throw your phone at the wall? I do, all the time....However, I happen to need my phone, very much, so I don't throw it against the nearest brick wall. It would be so nice to have a drawer full of phones just waiting to be used. I can only imagine how good it would feel to throw your phone in an act of intense aggravation. An act so dramatic, it is actually delicious. If it wasn't for my limited resources (namely...money) I am convinced I would be stress free 91% of the time.

Speaking of limited resources, EFF THIS DORM ROOM. I'm sorry suppliers of education, but this cramped piece of crap that you have allotted me just isn't working out. On a good day it's cozy, BUT TODAY IS NOT ONE OF THOSE DAYS. I look around and I see possessions spewing out of every corner, every crevice. The corner by my lovely bay-window has been commandeered by the television, two drawer-storage unit-things; a coffee pot, a printer, a heater; AND MORE RANDOMNESS. Next is my desk...ACHH, I'M FEELING CLAUSTROPHOBIC JUST TALKING ABOUT IT.


On to my next grievance...
I am obviously a little foul tempered right now. Nothing settles the nerves like a hot shower, and I was feeling a little greasy (TMI?). So I got ready for a shower, I'm talking, bathrobe on, shower caddy and towel in hand, all I needed were my keys...BUT I COULDN'T FIND THEM. It took me a good five minuets to locate those little suckers, which would have been understandable...IF I WASN'T IN A TINY DORM ROOM.
After finding the little devils, I took my shower. After drying off, packing up my various shower products and properly adjusting myself (I live in a coed dorm, and the last thing I want is a Janet Jackson moment with my bathrobe) I headed towards my room. I was almost there when...MY SHOWER CADDY BROKE. EVERYTHING FELL OUT, AND I HAD TO BEND OVER (in my skimpy bathrobe) AND PICK EVERYTHING UP.

Bed Bath and Beyond, your shower caddys are BEYOND crappy.

Now, I will admit defeat, and salvage the last 68 minuets of today with some O.C, because apart from showers, nothing soothes me like The O.C does.
Here's to tomorrow, may the sun shine a little brighter.