I have officially decided to run away from my dorm room. I have trouble living in a room where when I say the smallest comment I am told to shut up (like just now when I told Jaime she should get started on her work since she was complaining that she has a lot). Then she acts like she didn't just snap at me and tries to talk to me normally. And I just let it slide because I really don't want there to be fighting since we do live in such close quarters. And I keep in mind that if Dan could live with John Armstrong for a year, then I can live with Jaime, who I like the majority of the time. It's just right now everything's kinda building up and I'm getting a wee bit on the pissed off side. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.

Oh God. Tomorrow is another day. The day I make my little trip to the gynecologist. Shoot me now.