Grievances of Fall 2013.

 Pretending things where great when parents tripped me out of my original blog forcing me to flee and refugee somewhere else, no mentor for my particular ambition, no allies for particular ambition, every thing that can be romantic even or any chance to get the girl is full of dangerous roadblocks speaking of which the school itself is the largest roadblock. The roommate may have stolen what seemed to be something promising but literally there were detractors in every fucking corner you tried to turn to get some type of romantic connection going. Literally not being able to sleep in one's room because of the vomit comet smell and just not wanting to be bothered by anything whilst a person pursued comics.

The cocky people in the library who just thought it belonged to them and everyone had to fit their small world narrative which greatly hated the arts and/or black people.

The lack of a fair chance at anything romantic without detractors and people whispering to sway opinions. Just a saying is to say that some people should certainly mind their own business.

The fucking roommate interrupting me getting girls to be my girlfriend multiple times over and just using them for sex and treating them wrong never realizing he never had to be so direspectful and just let these women find people actually interested in them. But if the dude could never tell that I was the right one actually for them or anyone but him; he was truly not a friend.

The dude I call Rat just being a nuisance and obstacle to even socialize with Allison, Katherine and Bri and all just trying so hard to an intrusive level to just unfairly remove competitors by soiling their name and ultimately prying so hard upon the women to accept him. The false gentleman aspect really gets on a person's nerves.

The lack of people who have the same enterprise spirit at all towards anything real or anything that is a dream.

The lack of people who lack any great art folks and aren't pawns of groupthink akin to the Calarts mindset but to loyalty for whatever dumbfuckery the art program at the college actually is.

The seeming danger of the lesser populated library floors where people of different sexes would go into these ramsacle bathrooms and have sex or have sex in the abandoned corners of a place.

The lack of any real place to put one's head but in the library which was not a conformtable place to even fall asleep at.

Being berated at home for nothing whilst a person is just tried and burned out.

Not knowing where to go with MK MZODERN but making an attempt.

Mariam's many manipulations which caused longterm harm.

Losing good allies because I could not communicate and was under duress.