Nobody's Home

I'm not what you would call the definition of an Avril Lavigne fan, but I have to admit that she was on the money with this song. As a matter of fact, I'm here reporting live from Basil 2nd Floor Lounge because I can't be in my room right now. Maintenance is in there putting in a new heating system because ours broke. I don't know what they're putting down or kicking up, but in the time it took me to put my bag down and take off my coat, I had to grab my inhaler and run. So much for taking a nap.

Last night was the pot kick out. My room mate came back to the room REEKING of pot. Not like, faint after-smell...more like it smelled like she bathed in the stuff. I've come to terms with the fact that I have to live with the headaches and the congestion from the cigarette smoking, but to throw pot in the mix and add nausea to my symptoms? It basically blows. Anyway, once again I had to pick up my homework and leave. Not only am I allergic, but the smell of pot makes me physically ill. I figured I'd be able to find solace in the Basil 2nd Floor Lounge. However, in order to get there I had to walk down my hallway which also reeked of pot from my room all the way down to practically the end of the hallway (which is where my room mate's friends reside and obviously it's not fun to smoke alone). What baffles me is the fact that these are the honors kids! I mean, the third floor honors kids don't do this shit. Not in the habitual fashion that my floor does at least. Occasionally smoking up I understand. But I'm talking go to class, do homework, smoke pot.

...Back in the room just in time to catch my new quad mate making a mess again in our foyer (we're in a quad where we have a sink in that foyer section right outside of the bathroom). And I don't mean like leaving her stuff out mess, I mean she's spilling soup everywhere mess. (Messy and disorganized I can deal with. Dirty and inconsiderate I cannot). Yeah. Brittany was messy. This bitch is downright dirty. She's Brittany's sorority sister, Carly, and decided to move in because Brittany's roommate is living off campus this semester. She hasn't even been in this quad for 24 hours and already I've had to put away her shit twice. Things like she leaves her dirty brush on the sink along with her hair straigtener. Well, I can't clean dishes with that stuff there (or at this point I wouldn't really mind being accidentally electrocuted). I had to scrub the mirror because you couldn't see out of it due to the fact that not only can she not take care of herself, but she can't fucking aim either. You would think that when one brushes their teeth they would know how to spit in the sink. Obviously she never acquired that skill. Nor did she develop the capacity for cleaning up her liquid make-up that she has running down all sides of the sink. Its gross.

And if my quad mates aren't making this place look like a shithole, they are turning their half of the quad into a surrogate sorority house. I'm not talking like two or three of their sisters, I'm talking ten to twelve. In their quad. Talking. Screaming. Cackling. All the while I'm in here either trying to do homework or sleeping. And for those of you who live in quads, you know the wall between you and your quad mates is not even remotely sound-proof. There are only so many times in an hour I can hear the words fucker, mother fucker, cunt, bitch, dick, and cum before I can't take it. Especially when I'm trying to study. Out of the room I go...

And for those of you who think I'm totally bullshitting the noise level, how about I tell you about my morning? 7:00 AM. Both Kate (my roommate) and I are awoken by an alarm. An alarm that belongs to neither of us. With both our door and our quad mates' door closed we were awoken by our new quad mate's alarm. Not only did her alarm wake us up, but she kept hitting the snooze button. REPEATIDLY. Every 15 minutes it would sound. Every 15 minutes it kept sounding, even when I was leaving to go to my class at 8:45. And as I'm sitting here typing this, I'm listening to how our new quad mate is complaining about how lazy she is because she didn't go to any of her classes today:

Brittany: "Hey, how was class?"
Carly: "I didn't go, I just wanted to sleep in."
Brittany: "What time was your class?"
Carly: "10:00."

So she set her insanely loud alarm for 7:00? You gotta be fucking kidding me. At this point I hope she never has an 8:00 class.

I don't know what to do anymore. I have no where I can call home. I can't rely on having a quiet place to do my homework. I can't rely on having somewhere to sleep at night where I won't wake up the next morning congested because I've been breathing in things I'm allergic to all night. I can't rely on having simple comforts such as my chair or my blanket because a lot of the times they've been used by someone who smokes and I have to wait until they air out/I wash them before I can use them again. I can't have a normal day of classes, do my homework, and have time to clean this place everyday. And it sucks. I've tried voicing my concerns. I've tried talking to them. I've even mentioned going to Frank (our RA). Nothing changes.

*BANG*
Carly: "Oh shit..."
Brittany: "Good job."
Carly: "I'm so dumb!"

...I don't want to know...

She wants to go home, but nobody's home,
It's where she lies broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside. Lost inside.

LaTeR

P.S. The soup incident I mentioned earlie was Ramen noodles. And instead of cleaning it up, she covered it with my hand towel that I have hanging up for everyone to use to dry their hands with. There are Ramen vegetables and noodles all over the sink counter and in the sink. Not to mention the dirty dishes and Ramen noodle wrappings as well. I asked who's stuff it was and they were like, "We don't know." (Fucking, really? I'm in here and Kate is in class). I tried to be nice. I was very polite about it. Not anymore: "Ok," I said, "Then who had the Ramen noodles and spilled them everywhere?". And Brittany had to fess up for Carly because Carly couldn't do it herself. "We'll clean it up," she said. Niether of them have moved. And they're not going to. They're just laughing.

If you need me, I'm the one crying in 247.