The people here do not understand.Last night was the housing lottery and people were going for the great dorm halls. I was at work while this was going on and I still had the silent hope of Cathy and I getting a good spot.
Well. I left work early last night after an 18 minute survey by some indecisive bastard who even had to think about whether or not his age was over or under 55. Plus, my nose was boring a hole out of itself so I decided it best that I got up and left.
I get back, my roommate and 5 people down the hallway are all yammering, running up and down the halls bragging about how they got a 6 person suite together, screaming "Roomie!!!!!" like they all just got their first kiss. They're planning their motifs, floor plans, having matching bedspreads, all this shit. And then my roommate comes in with a smile on her face to tell me that I didn't get the housing I wanted. No sense of how jealous and or potentially hurt I may be. They got the housing they wanted and I didn't and I am told this with a smile.
With. A. Fucking. Smile. On. Her. Face.
Like she was some angel of the God of the bad news that was only hers to share. Excuse me for not flipping my shit over their fortune of being able to live in a great suite with five of their friends who will probably all kill each other after living together for another year.
I'm fully aware and conscious of the fact that I do little enough with them as it is so it's not like it's a major loss. We'll drift apart and make new friends but they'll still be together like they're the best friends in the world. Yetis. All of them.
So I left. She was on the phone with her mother to brag, I mean, share the news, only she went outside the room to do it. Points for that consideration.
I took my keys, my sudafed and my money and split for Cathy's room. We went off to Starbucks together and talked about what our second choices were for housing next year. Whether or not we get it after all this is another story.
Still feel like killing someone though.
As I say this, I'm reminded of what today is and what it means and how it makes all this housing bullshit just that. Puts it all into perspective. I was in Albany on this exact day last year when something was going on back in Sullivan County unbeknownst to us.
And I can't believe it's been a year. May you rest in peace.
Nevermind all this complaining. None of this matters. Where did the last year go?
