Toastie ‘97

10:45AM

The past twelve hours have done nothing to reverse my growing antagonistic feelings towards Michael. I didn’t do any work last night. My kidney hurt, and I’ll I did was write a postcard to Merrie and watch TV. The phone rang at one point, and it was a pizza guy who said he had a pizza for this room. I couldn’t find Michael or any of his asshole friends around, so I just told the guy that. What was I supposed to do? The guy said to tell whoever had ordered the pizza to call the place. A few minutes later, these British girls from my floor, Cate and Jade, came by looking for Michael and his crew, and I explained the pizza situation. I just kept wondering why no one could tell me that they would be ordering pizza. I knew they’d be pissed at me for sending away their pizza, but was I supposed to pay for it for them or something? Michael or one of his friends called back and said, “You sent our pizza away?” and I really didn’t know what to say, nor did I really care to. “Just give me the number for the place.” But I think I gave the wrong number out. A few minutes later, I got another call asking for the number for Pizza Hut. And a little while later, I got a call from another pizza guy, and I just said okay to whatever he said. I don’t know if the guys got that pizza. My point is that the pizza wasn’t mine, and so I don’t know why I had to deal with it. Why give out the number for Michael’s room if he wasn’t going to be there?

Anyway, when Michael came back to the room around 12:30, I jumped into bed, hoping he’d be quiet if he thought I was trying to sleep, which I did want to do very shortly. But he and his friends talked and talked and talked, and they were so fucking loud, and they pissed me off so much. I wanted to get up and throw Michael against a wall or something and make him shut up or get out. But I just kept pretending to be asleep.

Same shit this morning. Michael has an 8AM class. He got up, and he proceeded to talk to people in this room as loud as he was talking last night. I couldn’t fall back asleep for the hour or so he was here. I suppose I fell asleep after he left, but had I not been woken up, I might have woken up for a good a lot earlier, and my day would be off to a much more productive start.

Anyway, he’s back now, so I’ve got to stop writing.

Well, now that he’s back, he’s trying to sleep in his loft, so I can write some more. Of course, I’m sure this typing must be annoying the hell out of him, but it’s nothing compared to the noise I’ve got to listen to when I want to sleep.

It’s 11:15, and I’ve got so much stuff to do today on my “day off.” First and foremost, I’ve got to look for a job. But I also have to get an allergy shot, go to two meeting, and get some work done. And I need to go to East and get my DukeCard, and I would like to stop by CAPS one of these days.

7:00PM

Well, I’ll get my writing for the night done now because I don’t know when Michael will return.

I had a meeting with Martina Hernandez today on West. She’s in charge of all dorm programming, so I had to meet with her since I missed Tuesday’s meeting. She was very nice, and I mentioned two unrelated problems to her. First, I asked her if she knew of any job openings. She said she didn’t, but that she’d keep my name in mind if she heard of any. And since she works with Student Development, which is in charge of housing, I brought up my problem with Michael. She told me that I should talk to him, and that I should talk to my R.A. Gray if I can’t talk directly to Michael. It was good to get my problems with Michael off my chest.

When I got back to the dorm, Michael was here. He told me that a girl from his school is visiting and will be spending the night here tonight. Great. He was trying to be considering by telling me that he knew I might want to go to sleep early and that I could try to find someplace else to stay, or that he might try to find someplace else, but the fact is that he was telling me this the day of this girl’s visit, and there’s not really much I can do. Michael said he’ll be out with this girl until late, but they’ll be here talking all night, and I doubt I’ll be able to sleep. Still, I wasn’t that upset with Michael until he started listening to some rap music. Then my feelings of animosity simmered again.

I got a phone call this afternoon from Martina, and she told me that Bob Busby had an opening for a work-study position. He happens to be the head of student housing. I could go right over for an interview, so I did. He’s a nice enough guy. I certainly wouldn’t mind working for him. He said he wants to interview others, but I really hope I get this job. Anyway, I brought up my roommate problem, since he’s in charge of all that stuff, and he said that I should try to work things out with my roommate because it will be tough if I want to move out. I know that.

Anyway, I’ve got plenty of work to do for tomorrow. I suppose I should really get started on it.

12:15AM

I REACHED MY BREAKING POINT AS FAR AS MICHAEL IS CONCERNED. I’VE HAD ENOUGH. I WANT OUT.