Caution: Contents Might Make You Wanna Barf

Just my luck, right after I have the most perfect weekend with the boy I have the most ridiculous week of my entire semester. I honestly think this will be worse than finals week. I only have two finals so it wont even compare to this shit. After the bf left, I had to buckle down and study my ass off for a test on Monday. Ya, I spent my whole Sunday in the library. Shoot me. Luckily it paid off though. I got an A on my test. But all of Monday I was running around trying to work on a group project, study (last-minute) for my test, finish a sociology assignment, and watch a movie so that I could write my paper. I didn't get to workout, which really sucked because that's how I get my damn endorphins and not want to kill the people around me. Also, I have a test Thursday which has been looming in the back of my mind all week. Tuesday was a doozie too. I had class all day, until 6:30. Tuesdays are my worst days because I'm in class for so long. Then after classes, I spent two hours with my group finishing up our paper/project that was due today. My brain is fried, right? So I get home and what do I find? Uhhh, a condom wrapper on the floor beside my bed. Right in the area where I put my bookbag. At the time, I was on the phone with the boy so I didn't even know how to react. My mind was so fried and I had a million other things on my mind that I had no idea what to think or do. In retrospect, I should have said "what the fuck, Molley, clean up your fuckin condom wrapper and never leave it on my floor again". Or maybe "hey Molley, there's a fuckin condom wrapper on the floor where I like to put my things and it ain't mine!" Or maybe, in the words of my cousin, "hey Molley, if you're going to do grown up things then be more grown up about it. And if you can ask me to not come home for an hour or so then you sure as shit can clean up when you're done." I honestly don't know what I should have said because I was so appalled that I was speechless. I mean, who does that? Did something happen and she got amnesia and forgot that I lived there too? I don't give a shit if you fuck your boyfriend every damn day, but clean up and don't leave evidence because I don't want to have to think about that. It's a pretty nasty visual since Molley is big and Trey is ugly as hell. Plus their entire relationship just annoys me to shit so them having sex is just weird and gross. Wouldn't the first thought in your mind if you shared a room with someone else be that you should find the wrapper and throw it out? Is she a trash collector? Or is she just a nasty, dirty person from bum-fuck, Indiana who doesn't clean up her shit? Her dishes from like four months ago are still dirty, go fuckin figure. I just don't understand it. Why is it so hard to be a clean and considerate person? I have 24 days and Little 500 left before I leave. I CANNOT WAIT!