But there is no one here to revel in my baking. :/

I am teh sad.

Wait, I hear people!

Yay!

For those who ask, I baked cinnabon cinnamon streusel minibundtcakes and pecan shortbread snickerdoodles.

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Here, I was revelling in my non-RCC status meaning I didn't have to deal with stupid people.

If only I could have seen into the future...

Oh well.

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So I go into my room today, to pick up my book and something else.

On my way out, I almost slip on some liquid in the doorway.

I mention it, go to clean it up, and her highness says "yeah... there's something in the doorway... I don't know what it is..."

What the fuck.

You know it's there, and you haven't bothered to clean it up?????

Stupid girl.

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It seems that many of you are under the impression that I'm asking for advice?

I'm really not.

I'm posting, because it's my way of venting, and while I appreciate advice lobbed my way, I'm not asking for it.

Stop getting snitty when I don't do what I say I'm going to or whatever.

A blog is just that, a web log/journal. I write my thoughts here.

Alright?

It may be posted in the form of a question, but I tend to be the sort of person that questions myself. Then I lob balls back and forth between myself until I reach some sort of decision.

This blog is good for that.

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I do believe that I'm going move.

I'm tired of my roomie whining.

She finds she can have her way with the bed, she's friendly and all giggles.

She finds she can't have her way with her giant-ass THING in the corner, she's a bitch.

Her current whining is "Well I paid 60 dollars for it and don't want to move it."

When you buy something that damn large, and plan on using it in a dorm room, it's only right that you ask the other person living in the room if they don't mind you taking up a huge fucking chunk of the floor.

I don't have time for this.

I'm going to move, my studies are suffering.

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She's talked to me.

I think we have an idea, where the window remains relatively open, she can have her bed down, and the fridge and microwave are at the end of my bed.

I'll see how it works.

I'm kinda sad, I don't get to be uberbitch anymore. :/

Though I really don't see how she "was uncomfortable talking to me" if she could ask me proofread her paper, explain her homework grading to her, and talk about random touchy issues like politics and religion without any foul words being thrown.

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