Why Does My Body Hate Me?

So. Mid-term tomorrow. Normally this would be the point where I'd go "ahaha, studying is for losers, I'm going to stay up late and read about Batman and Superman's secret love affair!" Except I do want to do well on this exam, and in a rare moment of maturity, I closed all the slash, turned the computer off, and actually went to bed around midnight.

AHAHA NO. My body hates me. As soon as I went to bed my allergies kicked in big time and fuck. FUCK. There are no words to describe how completely and utterly BLOODY IRRITATING it is to itch inside your ears, on the soles of your feet, and down the back of your throat. Just...argh, I hate this shit. Between the random bouts of itching, the sneezing every time I go outside, and the headache from hell that keeps coming back, I'm about ready to give up on this whole having a body deal. I mean, being a disincorporated spirit has to be better than this. 

It's to the point where I'm considering taking the weird herbal pills my dad wants me to take. Except they might kill me. Or something. I tend to be almost as wary of herbal medications as I am of doctor-type medications, and also the pills have juniper in them, which I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to (what plant am I not allergic to? God only knows), which I don't know, seems kind of iffy. Might work like an allergy shot and desensitize me, or might send my immune system off the deep end. But I'm not really sure I care.

GAH FUCK.

This Is A Letter

Dear Roommate,

I realize that living with a stranger in a very small space is a challenge for both of us. I realize that this whole roommate thing is a give-and-take process, figuring out what works and what doesn't and making compromises that leave both of us a little inconvenienced but better off. HOWEVER. There are some things I think should be a given for anyone who takes five minutes to think about how their actions might affect someone else.  

I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO ASK YOU TO NOT COME INTO THE ROOM AT 4 IN THE MORNING WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND AND PROCEED TO HAVE A GIGGLY, NOT PARTICULARLY QUIET 20 MINUTE CONVERSATION ABOUT YOUR CLASSES AND YOUR PLANS FOR THE WEEKEND. PARTICULARLY NOT WHEN I TOLD YOU ALREADY I HAVE A MIDTERM THE NEXT DAY. ME VERY LOUDLY AND OBVIOUSLY ADJUSTING MY PILLOWS AND TURNING OVER REPEATEDLY MEANS "YOU'RE KEEPING ME AWAKE, STFU."

I SHOULD ALSO NOT HAVE TO ASK YOU TO NOT HAVE SEX WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND WHILE I AM IN THE ROOM, EVEN IF YOU THINK I'M ASLEEP. WE SHARE A ROOM THAT IS LESS THAN 200 SQUARE FEET. MY BED IS 2 FEET AWAY FROM YOURS. IT DOESN"T MATTER HOW QUIET YOU ARE, I CAN STILL HEAR YOU. IT'S REALLY CREEPY AND UNCOMFORTABLE AND ONCE AGAIN MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO SLEEP.

I'm not going to say this to your face, because I'm really passive-agressive and we're only living together for another 7 weeks and because aside from this, you're a really nice roommate. But this shit? Is not cool in any way. Please fuck off, you inconsiderate bitch.