WTF

There's a small whiteboard on the outside of my door for people to leave messages. Last night, someone left the message "PENIS, I'm racist." Since, it wasn't there when I entered the room, the person must have written it when I was actually inside. So now it's kinda keeping me awake because 1) I'm rather pissed that I didn't catch the person in the act 2) and it's a mystery who the person is because I live in a freshman dorm, don't spend much time here and hardly know anyone. There's either a very immature (drunk?) freshman or someone who really doesn't like my face. Yeah, I know this shouldn't bother me but but it certainly leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

In better news, school's a lot better now that I've decided my classes and settled into some kind of routine. Apologies about the recent spate of unhappy sounding posts. I write a lot more when I saddu. It's my theory that great writers are always the ones who are melancholic at best because if they were really happy, they would be out enjoying life rather than ruminating on it.