I HATE EVERYONE. Everyone in Twain thinks they're sooooo cool--but they're not!! Like that one girl, Monique, who does she think she is? I came out of the dining hall the other day and went to sit at her table and she got up and left before I could sit down!! She was being careful not to make eye contact, too--what a TOTAL BITCH. I hope she and her stupid friends rot in Hell. God.

   Anyways, this past week or so has been total Hell. Like, the Worst. Week. Ever. I can't believe all the shit I've had to put up with. Like last Friday, the 4th? The rest of Twain went and held a bonfire at Half Moon Bay. I bet they all held hands and played the guitar and made stupid-ass s'mores. Could somebody gag me, please? I'm still mad they didn't invite me, but it's not like I wanted to go to their retarded beachfront love-in anyways. Everyone cleared out of here by 6:50 PM, which was good cause it meant I had the dorm mostly to myself. It was nice to work on my poetry without being interrupted by people yelling in the hallways. And the s'mores would just make me fat.

I drew this during Chem. I love you, Trent!

   And then there was last Saturday, Cinco de Mayo. Like I care about the problems of a bunch of Portuguese people. I went CD shopping during the day, not that there're any good CD stores in this stupid soulless cultural yuppie wasteland of a town. That evening a bunch of Twain people went to go see Everyday People sing at 7:15 PM. I noticed something about Stanford: the always "nice" weather, the "friendly" people, the uniform architecture, and the people singing to you all the time? This isn't a college--it's frickin' Disneyland.

   Sunday I woke up with a terrible hangover and took six asprin (one for each shitty day of the month so far, I suppose). I got up at 11:45 AM when a bunch of loud and annoying residents outside my room were leaving for the Cantor Art Center. I've been there before--it completely sucked, except for the Gates of Hell. Later that afternoon at around 2:00 PM a Lu'au at Kimball kept going on and on and on. Everyone sounded so happy and like they were having so much fun--I hope they all die. I dunno how I feel about Hawai'i; their music is totally stupid but that roasted pig thing is pretty cool.

   I'm SO MAD right now, Diary! The "Wing Wang" is going on outside my room in Lower East right this very instant, and it's totally noisy and I just want everyone to go away. Sometimes I just want to be alone with my thoughts--and all these people are making it impossible! And they're not gonna shut up until two in the goddamned morning. Someone came by earlier this week asking for money. I gave her the finger. God, I can't wait to graduate and enter the REAL WORLD, where people will finally understand me.

Love,
Andrea
Saturday, May 12th, 10:00 PM.