Life needs change.

 

CONSPIRACY THEORY #20050205

lungs dying. cannot breathe. my room stinks. think i have to ask maja to stop smoking in her room or to stuff something in the space below her door so she can breathe in her own toxins. she’s really stressed right now so she’s smoking more. that stresses me out more too. sucks to live with a smoker. she’s a great person, but her downfall is the smoking. it’s weird. this is a non-smoking flat and when you apply you tick the box beside smoker or non-smoker. my room is cold, my fingers are frozen because my windows are open all day to get rid of the stink. the res people here are retards because they stuck non-smokers in smoking flats and vice versa. DUH! do yourselves a favour and DO YOUR FREAKIN’ JOBS PROPERLY RATHER THAN SITTING AROUND DRINKING TEA AND COMPLAINING ABOUT OUR SENSIBLE REQUESTS!!!!! and why is it that they asked smokers if they minded living in non-smoking accommodations but didn’t ask the non-smokers if they minded living in smoking environments? FUCKERS!

 

smoking is retarded. and i’m sick of smokers who complain that we’re taking away their ‘choice’ to smoke in public places. well, we ALL know that smoking has negative repercussions for non-smokers and you’re taking a choice away from my breathing clean air and smelling clean. it’s NOT like drinking which is also technically bad for people because when one person drinks, the next person doesn’t get blue in the face trying to breathe clean air. yes, alkie breath stinks, but i can’t get lung cancer, emphysema, blah blah blah from breathing in alkie-infused air. if you want to go kill yourselves, don’t involve me please. if i wanted to partake in a mass suicide i’d have drunk my cyanide-laced kool-aid thank you very much. my friend in cambridge has roomies that leave dishes for at least a week, and they don’t acknowledge her presence when they see her. well she wrote a note kindly asking them to wash their dishes, to which they wrote nastily back, ‘we know! we’re NOT in kindergarten.’ and then left them yet again. so she blocked the microwave with them. heh heh heh.

 

the racially segregated party was cool for a while. i didn’t know there were so many japanese students here. there must’ve been about 20 people and i knew ummm… 7? there was no smoking!!!!! that was naice. and since most of us aren’t smokers, the people that do smoke go outside or elsewhere because that’s the way they are. it was cool, but not cool. i don’t think i’ll ever be fully comfy chillin with a group of japanese people like that. i understand what people are talking about, but at the same time, it’s kinda weird. hard to explain.

 

i’m so good today. i’m so disciplined. isn’t it scary when you start wondering when it’s going to come apart? i actually FEEL like doing my readings and i didn’t keep glancing at the page numbers to see if i was getting anywhere. it’s not like these are particularly interesting to be honest, but they’re getting done and that’s all that matters. although truth be told i’m getting sick of reading about poco in india. what about the rest of the colonized nations? fuck at the same time i’m lazy. if i don’t understand it after the first reading then i’m sorry, but i don’t care to read it until i do, unless i have to. write in fucking english!!!!! if the topic’s that important to you then write it so that it’s accessible you fucking elitist asshole!!!!!

 

at least i have a distraction for a few hours tomorrow cuz i go to see brahms’ symphony #4. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

 

fragile x syndrome – an inherited condition characterized by an X chromosome that is abnormally susceptible to damage, especially folic acid deficiency. Affected individuals tend to have limited intellectual functions.

 

i want to eat street meat, falafels, jerk chicken,  okonomiyaki, pho, eat some home cookin’, smell a skunk (yeah, i know that’s weird!), call people for free, hear some decent hip-hop, drink a malibu 7 (thanks chris), find shoes in my size, catch some z’s on the subway, pet my cat, hear his purr, and blow in his smelly mouth when he’s yawning, use a metropass, go on-line as a please, hear different languages, sing to my music, not have my desk shake when someone allows their doors to slam… but then i can’t hear the waves, walk on the beach, go for a run along the shore, drink good tea for cheap, be in school, create a different identity, meet different people, go travelling, go to london, have freedom from my parents, do things for myself without having my parents take over because they think i’m incompetent… (comfort v. life? ) BLEH!

 

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