Brrrrrrr….. It’s so cold in my freakin apartment. I shouldn’t need to put on sweatpants in the spring. Enough about the apartment. Finals week is here. 3 finals. 1 today. I started to care a little too late. Oh well, at lease I’m in pharmacy school unlike some people. I feel like a horrible person when I have that thought but it’s the truth. I worked harder than she did and I deserve what I got or did what I was supposed to do while she didn’t.

I’m so ready to move out of my apartment. I’m sick of living in an apartment with a ridiculously insensitive roommate who takes up more room than the other 3 people who live there. She thinks it’s ok to walk around in underwear in front of my boyfriend. Though I know he would never go after her because he thinks she’s a stupid b**** and because she’s black. I’m ready to not have to push her crap over because it’s on my side of the sink now and come out of my room to see that her “fun buddy” is using my towels because hers are all dirty. I get bitched at once because I use her skillet and apparently it gets a little scratched up and I come from break and find that my skillet doesn’t even look anything like the way it did when I left. I’m so glad this chick couldn’t get into pharmacy school. You spent all of your time cooking and cleaning for a guy that has left you THREE times for another girl and has told you that he will never be in a committed relationship with you. The fact that I hear you tell each other I love you and you actually makes me have no respect for you because you have no respect for yourself. Ready to get out of this freakin place