The first 2 weeks have been a little stressful.  I cannot get myself motivated for anything to write my paper in gender studies.  My humanites paper on the Paleolithic art period is a joke.  I can't finish it either.  I'm cursed......

I have to buy my roommate a new cast iron skillet.  I let water sit in hers, therefore, it rusted. 

My credit card bill was due on the sixth, and I haven't paid it yet.

I'm PMSing like a mad woman.

I can't get any of my residents to loosen up around me.  I have this feeling that they think I'm a bitchy authorative power.  But I'm really not.  They haven't taken the chance to get know me and me to know them.

I'm going home on the 25th for a baby shower.  I told roomie that she should invite her boyfriend down that weekend since I won't be here.  FYI, no overnight guests of the opposite sex.  So, they made plans for him to come down here.  Well, 2 days ago, she informed he would be coming THIS weekend TOO.  And......... did I mind if he stayed here or should he get a hotel room.  I was put on the spot.  Not only did she spring it on my at the last minute, she was on the phone with him when she asked me.  Some times, she doesn't think clearly.

The bright side to the passed 2 weeks?  I'm in ceramics!

The movie that the roomie and boyfriend were watching is over.  It's silent in there except for the little sucking sounds from kisses.  Goddamn they're loud kissers.  Why can't they go into her bedroom?  Why do they make me suffer listening to their obnoxious suckling sessions.  It's unbearable.

I sent out an email to all of my residents (about 40 out of 55) asking them to reply back to me.  No reply.  Which....... saddens me even more that I can't get through to them by using an impersonal way of communication such as email.  I don't expect all of them to like me but I would expect at least 2 our 55 to talk with me as if I were a normal person.

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