This situation's killing me. It's got me right under the thumb.

2005-02-21 at 8:51 p.m.

I have a stupid midterm tomorrow and then a paper due every week in March. Papers worth 35-40%. The worst kind.

I'm pretty sure the people that live below us hate us. I, having suffered from lack of sleep due to their horrible offensive cooking smells, yelled out in a moment of weakness, to Kim and the universe in general: do you have to cook things with smells that make me want to throw up at 5:30 in the morning!!!! A boiled meat/corn smell that gets in my hair, my pillowcases and my duvet cover.

I swear I can set my clock to their cooking. Tuesday morning. 5:30 am. Giver or take five minutes. There is no sensible reason why anyone should be cooking so early in the morning.

This with me singing Frames songs Kim singing to Iron & Wine and anything off of the Garden State soundtrack, James running back and forth across our floor at midnight, us leaving our old matress in their/our garage for two weeks and then them having to put it out for us (they're men and capable and they offered) and then today Kim screaming "Can you NOT put your drug money IN MY EYE!!"

Drug money = American money for things bought off of ebay.

Oh speaking of the Frames, they are making their American tv debut on Carson Daly. This means that all the little TRL-sters are going to start "liking" them.

I am not ready for that.

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