i hate my roommate. she’s too f*cking healthy. hate her. i hate to look at her. i hate her voice. she’s like “omg, did you see those pink uggs? aren’t they soooo hype?” uggggg. but, i need to be polite. so, we go to the dining hall. it’s modern and light and airy, but crowded, thronged with hundreds of first-year students. it’s like a food court in some suburban mega mall, not an ivy league school. they have all these glass troughs. some of them are cold and some of them have heat lamps. millions of calories, carbs, and fats.
i’m completely overwhelmed.