Infuriated

I spent half of the night sleeping in the study room in the first-floor guy's suite. I've got a very stressful essay due today that I was working on last night. I stopped around midnight because my arm was hurting badly enough that I knew I wasn't going to get any more work done through the pain, so I set my alarm for 5:30 and went to bed, so I could get up early and finish it with enough time left to do a once-over and make sure it's coherent. I went to bed with the lights off and Shubhra quietly typing at her computer.

I woke up at 2:30 with the lights on and Neha (one of Shubhra's friends from down the hall) pacing in and out of the room, shouting on the phone with someone. I covered my head with the blankets to get some darkness and tried to ignore her talking, but it's like trying to ignore a jackhammer. Doesn't work. After about 20 minutes of that, I finally got fed up, grabbed my blanket, my keys, and my cell phone, and stalked out of the room and down to the 1st floor study room, where I spent the night on the couch, curled up under the blanket.

I am pissed.

This is not the first time this has happened, and Neha's apparently got some killer instinct, because the last time it happened, it was also a night where I needed a good rest. The night before my HumCore midterm I think, but I may be misremembering. That time, I got up and sat in a daze on the computer until she left. I don't think that got the message across. Apparently this time it did, because when I came back at 6:00 this morning, Shubhra was awake enough to tell me she was really sorry about last night. (This is the girl who usually doesn't get out of bed until 11:00, so being coherent at 6:00 is quite an accomplishment). When I sat down on my computer, I also saw she'd IMed me shortly after I'd left last night:

[02:37] ssinha27: alli...i sincerely apologize about last night..i'm sorry..you were disturbed while sleeping...i feel really bad..i'll try to make sure that doesn't happen again...
[02:37] ssinha27: sorry once again

The thing is, I'm not upset at her. She's not the one who was being such a fucking nuisance last night. She was on her computer the entire time I was trying to get back to sleep, and that's not a distraction that I can't sleep through. It's Neha that I want the apology from.

But hey, if wishes were horses...

*sigh*

Essays kill brain cells

Essays kill brain cells. I've said it before, and now I'm living proof. A few minutes ago, I said in chat, "The possible marginal grade increase isn't worth having to another ten minutes with this fucking thing." I went into Cheryl's room to ask her to print off a page for me, because I'm out of color ink. On my way out, I stepped backwards and tripped over her garbage can, which was right behind me. Then I opened her door to leave, and ended up flinging across the room one of the whiteboard markers that she has in an envelope taped to the door. And just now, I went to staple my essay together and completely fumbled the stapler and dropped it.

Augh! I want my brain cells back!

Sad state of affairs

"I just got out of my last class of the quarter. I have nothing to do. I should write."

"I can't think enough to write. I just spent the past 20 hours straining my synapses over writing my HumCore essay. I'm burned out."

"I should blog about this apathy towards writing. I bet my friends would have some words of wisdom about this."

"But blogging would actually require writing..."

Mweh.

Nothing to do. No one to talk to. Too early to sleep, and too dull to stay up.

*thunks*

I miss Erik. :(