PMR

what? you've never heard of PMR? well then let me be the first to enlighten you. it stands for Punch My Roommates (no, it doesnt stand for pre menstrual rehabilitation, although that may be what i need). when you live in a dorm you have no privacy. when you try to do something on your computer, you cant because there is someone breathing down your neck trying to see what you are doing. when you leave the apartment, they ask you where you are going. when you come back they ask you how it was. they want to know everything about you, all the time, every teensy tiny little detail. how exactly, am i supposed to watch a movie, or get a work done, if a someone is walking in every five seconds and saying "what are you watching?", "hows your work going?", "where are you up to in the movie now?". now admittedly i have weird studying habits, i tend to do work for about fifteen minutes, and then watch a movie for fifteen minutes, switch back and forth, so i can understand why someone might not be sure whether or not i was doing work or not. TOO MANY QUESTIONS, TOO MANY QUESTIONS, TOO MANY QUESTIONS. i will now go and strange one of my apartment mates. you know, baruch hashem, for the second year at TI i have an amazing roommate (after a little bit of rearranging of course). we get a long, we have similar personalities. so all is good there. i just cant stand the clingers, the askers, and the people who freakin' breathe in your ear!! did i mention that im kind of in a bad mood? oh. well consider it mentioned. i would like to add, as my statement if the...well decade i guess. I WANT TO GET MARRIED! thank you all for coming, see you same time next month. *tips her hat in farewell*