Now, I’m hardly one to play mommy and impose ethics on a situation, but since this blog seems to have become a hotbed for the Roommate Situation, I’ll spew my vitriol here. What’s happening here, in the comments, is Not Good. There are better ways to handle this. Mae and I are awaiting comments/action from the administration. We are avoiding the people we know are involved as much as possible. We are locking our doors at night and keeping both eyes open. Posting hateful messages (yes, Bob, even yours) does nothing but fuel the fire. You are stooping to their level, engaging them in sophomoric games that will only burn…

The thing that always did me in during 11th grade was my distractibility. I had x amount of work do in y number of hours, but damn this and that website was fascinating, and maybe I should check this one again, and, and… Damn, it’s already 04:00, and I’m not going to be able to finish. I’ve found a new level of efficiency this year that surprises me. (Of course, as I say this, I’m writing a blog post, but the gist can be gotten.) Despite the shit that was my first two weeks, and the sheer lack of sleep and academic hell-hole that was last week, I’ve found this…

Yay DISCO. For once.

… in such a manner that I no longer feel safe sleeping in my own room. Last night, the former roommate and suitemate paced the halls, walking past my room at least twice. At that point, I was just glad I stayed in my chair and committed no irrational acts. This morning, Mae, Mae’s father, Mae’s sister, and myself found Mae’s deck to be vandalized. Attempts had been made to kick the supports out, and Tookie, whose nickname I have absolutely no problem posting all over the Internet at this point, spray-painted burned into the wood a lovely message about Mae on the deck. Vandalism. The former roommate also seems…