This week has been a very disturbing week to say the least.  It all started Sunday evening when a girl on my floor came into my room while I was eating popcorn and watching the 'Best of Friends' and plopped down on the floor right in front of the TV.  So I grudgingly put the tape on pause and poilitely asked her what I could do for her.  Does she ask me something a normal resident would ask her RA?  Is it even something I can quickly and articulately answer and send her on her merrily little way? No.  Of course not.  She asks me if I think she should go ahead and learn how to channel dead people so she can get to know her mother who died when she was 5.  Ummmm...NO! Is what I wanted to say but it just is never that easy.  That has had me a little more than concerned for her from then on. 

Next I walk out into the hall and find that a guy on my floor has drawn a penis on every single one of my bulletin boards (that take forever to make).  Now this is one thing I hate about males.  Why is it that they are so obsessed with their genitalia? Girls do not go around drawing boobs on perfectly innocent bulletin boards.  We do not have those kinds of urges.

From there it has only gotten worse.  My anthropology professor picked a fight with me about the Bible condoning slavery.  The girl I share a literature book with has been acting like I'm asking for her first born everytime I ask to see the book even though I paid for half of it. I woke up to Fred Durst singing....I mean screaming bad music this morning.  And I forgot to do an assignment that was due at 9AM today.  Grrrr.....