Head Games

 

Okay...the whole uni thing fell through, as was probably obvious from the beginning. Have been trying in vain for the past few months to get employment that doesn't include any of the following: bad management, lousy co-workers, terrible work environment or crappy customers. Seeing as how none of the above is conducive to working in retail, I am still successfully unemployed. Joy.

 

Bright side (or at least not so overwhelmingly dark), I have been invited to study at the local university. Have taken up the position, and therefore will not be a total loss to society. Oh, wait. Never wanted to be part of society in the first place. Excuse me while I climb to the top of the nearest tower with a sniper rifle.

 

One of the good things about coming home was that my boyfriend was waiting for me. He lessened the pain of being stupid enough to come home so much that we were attached at the hip for about two weeks. I take all the blame for this, but he seemed to forgive me for being clingy. It is probably the only reason I didn't go mad from giving up possibly my only chance at a career in designing computer games. The world should be thanking him, not just me...they don't know what he saved them from.

 

All right, enough of the dark, broody talk. I'll just go back to my tower; if they ask, you know nothing. Nothing!

Okay. I give. What the hell is so important about going to uni anyway? I've been here for a month, maximum, and I'm already going insane! I think that the sadistic jerks who came up with the idea of 'Higher Education' must really have wanted to see other people suffer....hence the sadism, right? The bloody lecturers and so on have got us jumping through so many stupid hoops, doing all sorts of pointless exercises until I want to scream! They want us to fail, it's the only explanation...

 

And the accomodation is the worst. So cramped that you can barely turn around without knocking your shin (or other unfortunate body part) against a desk, or a cupboard, or a door, or a bed...it's hardly worth the money I'm paying to stay in this place. And hot, too. No ventilation. I swear, I'll be dead before the term is out...but it being cold now, no-one will find (read smell) me until the end of semester...and then it'll only be to ask me about my overdue rent. Yuck. What a delightful thought. -_-

 

The fact that I haven't slept in approximately a month is directly attributable to my delightful fellow residents; they stay up until all hours of the morning, chatting and generally making a ruckus. There is a rule that VERY clearly states they have to shut up at 11pm. It probably doesn't help that the pathetic excuse for a lounge room is practically right outside my door...in fact, they're very lucky I haven't killed them yet. But I might. As soon as I figure out where to hide the bodies. Unfamiliar territory, people. Give me another week or two...and then I'll start getting inventive.

 

Sleep-deprivation does wonderful things for the sanity, I tell you. I'll be the first to admit I get mean when I'm tired. Funny...all my classmates will be freaking out, suspecting I'm taking drugs or something similar if I walk around smiling one day. No, wrong answer, folks...lil ol' grumpy finally got some sleep. For the first time in EIGHT months. Entitled to a little loopyness, I'd say.

 

Ah...time to go and scout the area some more. Maybe the back paddock would be a suitable hiding place...fertiliser with extra body would be good for it. Ever hear of blood and bone fertiliser, anyone? Is it my fault if I'm going with the general population? No? Good.

 

Dissimilation, over and out.