I am so angry.
Not only did we not get the loft (when the woman in charge of this sort of thing, Joy Kaplan, practically promised it to us, because we were the first with our application in), but we lost it to a group of guys who KISSED ASS to get it (going and singing her a song, as well as getting a recommendation from her favorite RA, one of the most hated guys on campus because of his unforgiving alchohol policies).
This, despite the fact that it's tradition for the loft to go to boys then girls then boys then girls, which means it should have been a group of girls that got it.
So after all of Anna's and my hard work on that fucking application essay, and all our hopefull planning on the really cool things we could have done with the space to decorate, and the parties we could have given, we are thrown over for a group of guys with musical talent. Fuck that.
I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. I really wanted this, and kind of assumed we would. Which of course, means we wouldn't. I persist in being optimistic, and assuming that I am the heroine of every situation, and will come out on top, when clearly I'm wrong.
I just want to go home now, and cry in my bed, but I fucking can't because there's no place to go have a good cry on this fucking campus. There are fucking people everywhere.
"because everybody knows he pumps you for your money, but that's okay don't worry bout it honey...rubbing on the lotion and rocking on the horse size pills...sometimes you feel like moses, but that's when you're toasted." -dandy warhols
