Arrrrgh

I am so, so unbelievably sick of living in a dorm. I can’t believe I put up with it for so long. It’s like no one has the tiniest amount of respect for other people’s property.

I’m totally over-reacting right now, but I just went downstairs to get my baking dish (because I sill haven’t really moved any of my kitchen stuff upstairs) and it was nowhere to be found in the 11 kitchen. Then, as you can probably guess, the story becomes about baking sheets, as always. I decided to just grab my one baking sheet to use instead- Brad gave it to me, and he engraved my name on the bottom because I was always complaining about mine going “missing.” It was both cute and funny, and as cheesy or stupid as it might sound, this item has some sentimental value to me. And it’s completely stained. Which isn’t like that big of a deal, except I know I didn’t do it, so I know it’s someone else not taking care of my stuff, which is annoying. Also, based on how dirty/greasy it was, I really seriously think that the reason it’s such a mess is because the last person to use it didn’t even rinse it off before putting it back in the drawer.

This drives me crazy. I am officially packing up all of my kitchen stuff and storing it under my bed from now on.

I cannot WAIT to have my own apartment.

(Yeah, I know how totally stupid this sounds, and how Not Important this is in the bigger picture.  But I’ve been having a really lousy/stressful week and I’ve been aggravated by shared kitchen space for 3.5 years by now, so it’s definitely frayed my last nerve by now.)