You Know You May Be a Miserable Cynic When.

Everything's really going quite wonderfully besides the feeling Monolicious again. And yet, despite the semester ending, summer beginning, all I can harp on are all the negatives and though I have my extreme moments of positivity, I am undoubtedly a miserable grump to be around right now and who wants that on a sunny day, huh?

Srsly. Feeling inconvenienced by the free sofa situation [yeah, it's awesome, but I'm the one who has to move them a million times before we actually get them permanently in the apartment at the end of August. Once again, somehow something for multiple people becomes my responsibility, and me and my family are the ones put out. I wouldn't mind that much, but I do not doubt that my mother will make me feel tragically awful about it].

And I could be loading my car and hitting the road right now, but, y'know, waiting to move the sofas.

Mostly, I guess I'm irritated about the sofas.

But I also hate the way people drive, and how there is mysterious splatter of two-day old vomit outside our door, inexplicably still not cleaned up, making me anxious about the whole moving heavy objects through the doorway activity that is soon to happen.

Simply loathing college students and college lifestyle in general. Beer got poured on my shoes the other night - That really happens?

Oh, I am extremely annoyed with the housing system, per usual. I have free housing for the summer because I'm on scholarship for my department, which is awesome because I'll be making money rather than spending it. The problem comes in when this must happen: I have to move everything I own into this apartment a few yards away - Everything must leave this one even though I'm coming back to it at the end of August - Move everything out of the summer apartment halfway through July when I leave for England, move everything back into this one at the end of August when I return for the fall semester. Big chubsy ubsy pain in the arse. I shall not cease to complain about it.

I cannot spitefully spit enough remarks about how badly I want to get my own place far off campus - Back over the bridge where I miss living - Away from people, away from smelly cats and dirty dishes, away from campus, on my own, where I don't have to juggle all of my heavy, awkward belongings every few months at Housing's every wish. HUMPH. I should've gone to state school and lived with the parents. Apparently that's all the rage these days.

Economy in the modern world makes leeching off parents wicked hip.

Part of me keeps getting real excited for next week - Summer, nothing but work work work and fun fun fun in the sun sun sun!

And yet, I'm a grumpy grumps right now who should probably go sit in the rocker with a glass of whiskey and tell the kids how much they disappoint me.

That's pretty much what I do. If I only had the rocker. But I could use those sofas.