My sister! Yes, that's right, my sister. She is finally coming down to visit me. I am so excited. There are so many things I want her to see and people I want her to meet. She's coming down the 23rd and staying the weekend, it's going to be excellent.
So I finally got off my lazy ass and had a friend drive me to KMart to get my Colorado pictures (and pictures I took of friends skateboarding) developed. I picked them up today. They turned out so wonderfully. Now, the next step is to get them scanned in, that will probably take me a little while as well. There'll be up here eventually.
I'm having problems with my RA. (For all of you who don't know what an RA is it stands for Resident Assistant. They're students that live in the dorms and watch over everyone.) I've always had problems with my RA... but now things have sort of come to a head and I know that there's going to be some sort of breaking point coming up very soon. She has a reputation for being unfair: meaning that she'll punish some people and ignore other people for the same offence. It pisses me off, and I get singled out because my door is close to hers... and because I think she dislikes me as much as I dislike her. So anyway, I was hanging out in my room earlier this evening and I had my door open with the music on. The music wasn't that loud but she comes by anyway and shuts the door. Of course this pisses me off and I happen to be on the phone with a friend of mine and off-handedly I say something like "Man, I fucking hate my RA she's such a stupid bitch." Actually, I think those were pretty much the exact words that I used. (Side note: for people who don't me, I tend to talk A LOT of shit.) So I guess she heard me say it (funny though because my music was on and the door was closed... I figure she must have been a little close to the door to hear me say that) and she comes knocking on the door. I had a friend over so he answers the door and she tells him that she wants to talk to me when I get off the phone. Yeah right, like I'm going to go talk to her. I can't get in trouble for any of this and I'm certainly not planning on opening my door to her if she comes knocking tomorrow. So I talk a lot of shit but I'm a real peaceful person. I couldn't argue to save my life and I'm really bad at fighting. So I'm not looking forward to talking to my stupid ass RA at all. I'm pretty much going to be like "Get out of my face, see you later." Or something to that extent. But I figure she's really going to have it in for me now. Oh well, school's almost over.
That's the tale for this evening. Nothing else to report really. I'm having boy problems again but when am I not having boy problems...
Live long and prosper.
Love Morgan
