Crisis Point!

Ok, I'm so unmotivated, it's not even funny. My room at home is VERY clean and mostly orderly (except the clothes pile, but we have a laundry shoot, not clothes baskets), and somehow manages to keep me motivated, I think it's the collage border of things I heart. However, here I'm literally going insane.

My room is a mess, and I don't want to clean it. I have SO many assignments, and I don't want to do them. I have mail to send, and I don't want to send it. And worse yet, I can't sleep anymore. No matter how hard I try, I can't fall asleep. Ugh.

I don't know what's going on, but I have to snap out of it. I have 6 big assignments in the next 2 weeks that I have to do, and do well. I HAVE to mail out my medical forms or I can say bye bye to my medical coverage AND to my specialist appointments (and dang do I need them, I don't know what's going on, but I'm sick right now.. and not in a flu type of way), and my roomy is OCD meaning I have to clean for her sanity.

However, I'm bloody pissed at the world at the same time! How awful am I for being incredibly and uncontrollably sick of my room mate? I honestly wouldn't blink twice at the moment if she disappeared. I'm the worst person in the world. But she doesn't do.. well.. anything, but in strange ways. She's everywhere I go, and has the most annoying habits. I think she's the opposite of my myars briggs, I really do. Ainsley would understand. But anyone I have to rant about her to, KNOWS HER. I wonder why, anyone I hang out with, she involves herself with. God forbid we have a few seperate friends, nevermind a few seperate HOURS. She's just so akward, I hate akward people... so unsure about everything, and just akward even in the way they move and talk. Who the heck doesn't know how to hug properly, she looks like a friggen hunchback any time she tries!

And now she keeps talking about wanting to get a hoodie like this and that.. are you kidding me?! I wear skate brands because I used to skate, aka, I'm not a poser. She's a preppy little thing, she'd throw off the entire style she's spent years perfecting if she started to dress like me. Bloody hell, I want to punch a wall, but I'd break my friggen hand. I'm so angry right now. My eyes are green again, ugh.

Ok, I'm done ranting for now. If Ainsley ever finds/reads this, tell me what your secret body hiding place was for your dead roomy. Please.