いいえ、 ちょっと。。。

Today? Not so hot. Way too much work.

Fam called and woke me up at noon, so I called her back this evening. She quite pissily asked me why I hadn't been answering her e-mails. I ask her what address she's been sending them to, and when she tells me, inform her that I would have been getting them had she not been sending them to ldwilliams@ups.org. I have given her my e-mail address three times this semester. She has written it down each time. She should also have the letters I've e-mailed her. I don't GET it.

So then I ask her if it's true that they put a set of DOUBLE FRENCH DOORS where my bed goes. (they did.) Then, when I'm trying to explain to her why I wish they would have warned me, or at least asked me what I thought about it, since they told me flat out they weren't going to do anything to my room, she starts screaming at me and says "No offense, but I think I have a right to change my own home without asking you."

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I hung up, and for once, she didn't call back. She hurt my feelings a lot. I wasn't trying to argue or make a big deal about it, I was just trying to tell her why I was upset. (Besides the fact that there is now NO PLACE TO PUT MY BED.) It's not like I thought I should have the final say. I just wished they had taken the time to get my input on it. My room is all doors on one side and all windows on the other two, so that fourth wall was needed for my bed. Now I have no wall space. And by yelling at me like that she pretty much made it clear that they're just waiting until I move out so they can do what they want with my room, and thus my opinion is less than needed.

Thanks guys. Made me feel really wanted. I know I'm not your kid, but do you have to make me painfully aware of that every chance you get?

Then Chemistry is pissing me off. We have half of a formal lab due Tues, and a lot of it is from these questions we have to do outside of lab. Only we don't have all the info we need to do them. So my day tomorrow will consist of doing the write-up, studying for the test, and figuring out how the fuck I'm supposed to do my next lab, which I have to write myself. I've been working on this shit for hours, and I can't do it anymore.

Finally, I'm very sick. The same damn coughing thing that I always get around this time of year. So I don't have energy, and it's really hard for me to be in a decent mood. I get so frustrated when Im sick. And tonight one of my friends pretty much called me a hypochondriac and then blew me off when I got upset. Maybe he didn't know that he struck a nerve. But it definitely seemed like he didn't give a fuck.

I've had a lot of people tell they think I'm a hypochondriac, and it really bothers me. I'm NOT, you assholes! Okay? Leave me the fuck alone. I have enough mental illnesses for you fucking asshats to be making me paranoid that I'm developing one more. How can the fact that my immune system sucks be such a fucking difficult concept to grasp? Hypochondriacs like to contract rare illnesses, and their symptoms rarely manifest as something that can be treated by medication. For a hypochondriac, it's all in the head. Every time I go to the doctor I end up on medication to treat me-- usually allergy meds, antibiotics or heavy cough supressants. It's genuine illness, and I am SICK of all you fuckers prying and giving me your two cents on the matter.