Why?

Rhetorical as that may be… its still a reasonable question. I swear, I find a little bit of happiness and inevitably something happens to take it away. I don’t do very well completely alone… but I’m about to figure out how do deal with it since I no longer have a roommate. Of course I probably have little right to be angry about that since the events leading up to the situation don’t really involve me (save the fact that I was likely the catalyst for the situation, which was guaranteed to happen with or without me), but just the same I’m not exactly excited about this.

Happy thought: This weekend should actually be pretty good. I was supposed to go home to see my parents (which is a little saddening that I’m not), but thats been overridden by a few things that I intend to thuroughly enjoy. The only thing I really have to worry about is keeping up on my reading for History and getting ready for my Chemistry and Macro-Economics midterms, which will likely be 10 page jokes for me anyway.