2001-12-10 - 2:42 a.m.
I am feeling... 
"I'm not sitting on the fence, I was pushed off of it."
Greetings and salutations.....
OK, so how much do I hate living in my room right now? I don't know whether it's stress or what talking, but there seems to be this line dividing the room exactly in half, with my roomies on one side and me on the other. They're having their own party over there, and apparently my invitation has been revoked. They have their own set of friends on Yahoo chat... their internet men... they do all this shit together... they IM each other across the room... and I am just sitting on my side of the room with no fucking clue. It's kind of repetitive asking "What's so funny?" or "Who's (fill man's name in the blank here)?" all the time. I'm not insisting on being included in EVERYTHING, very far from it... but you know, I *really* hate the fact that right now I don't want to live here anymore. I don't even think they notice that I live here anymore.
And yes, they just went on some extended laughing spree about some private joke or whatever, so I cranked up my U2... prompting the lovely sarcastic comment of "Sorry we were laughing so loudly, Gabby" from Amy... whatever. I'm just a little angry and hurt and lonely right now over here, I don't feel like making it worse, so I turned the music up. So sue me.
I can't wait for this week to be over.
The funny thing, however, is that I don't want to go home, either. I wish I could go home for my birthday, and then come back here for the rest of break. But then... what about Christmas and New Years? I think this whole "break" concept, is merely a ploy to force us to spend time with our families. They all must be in on it. Ugh.
Well, I am off to sleep now... I feel rotten. A happier entry will come later, most likely tomorrow night. Good night.
<--Piper-->