I fell down the stairs yesterday, though that is not entirely true. Rather, I slipped on them, but fell nevertheless. Luckily, I did not fly forward, but was jolted back. I assign blame to the tiredness of myself and the sleepiness of one foot. The unresponsiveness of a foot hardly matters, but since the mind could not react to the fault of one foot, the ground punished the entire body. For how can we pay attention to everything when we are hardly allowed to sleep at night? One must close their eyes wearily or perhaps glare or snarl at the mention of someone else causing one to lose sleep. Why must one pay for the laziness of one's roommate? Said roommate only cares for herself and hardly for anything else. For instance, she brought forth the proposal of having a cohort visit and no doubt stay the entire weekend. I, for once, firmly dismissed the idea with thought of study for approaching tests. I offered the compromise of a different weekend, but she seemed uninterested. I did not agree to having her awful, ill-mannered guest here in this shared room, yet she asked the rotten maggot to come anyway.

Whether it was a fold under peer pressure to allow him to stay here, I know not, but it irks me. Neither is correct; if he cajoled her into agreeing, he is the vilest rat alive, but if she circumvented my request, she is doubly the wretch I had previously believed her to be. Nothing can change my mind now; she is truly the worst person I have ever had the displeasure of rooming with.

And she always seems to want to play her terrible music outloud. No wonder brillant people created such things as headphones and earplugs. The wench is entirely inconsiderate of my feelings and my well-being. I enjoy her company less and less each day. I gain no rest while I am here with her and perhaps it is reflected to some degree in my grades. I just want to sleep and not be disturbed at all hours of the night by all manners of disruptions.

Then again, would I really want her complete falseness of being, her utter lie to herself for who she is while she is not who she wants to be, instead of my tired yet clear and unmasked version of myself? Of course not. She stands for too many things that I am against.