Irate Diva

Whoever determined that the first night of "Spring Break II" would be held on the front porch of my dorm can see me in hell!

Exhibit A : Brown Hall's three adjoining parking lots are so overflowing with foreign vehicles (more "You're not supposed to park here, asshole!"--less Mercedes-Benz) that residents like myself have to either park way out in the boonies (e.g., Crosby's back lot) or drive around for twenty minutes in hopes of snagging a recently-vacated parking spot.

Exhibit B : The music being spun is bumping so loudly that I can actually make out the lyrics while sitting in my room.

Exhibit C : Best of all, the disgusting greasy scent of fried fish is now slowly infiltrating the entire first floor. When did catfish become a party food?

In other news, after band Erin and I had sushi at Two Stick. Like last time, I wanted to vomit up my internal organs, so my fate is sealed: no more sushi for me.