There's No Place Like Home
but what happens when home no longer wants you?
I didn't get back into residence for next year, and I don't understand it. I consider Lister more home than I do Vancouver now, I consider these people a second family. I look out for them, and they look out for me. I hang out in the lounge, I clean up after parties, I'm friends with everyone, I'm not a crazy drinker, and I help people out as much as I can.
I'm on the waiting list. 94th.
It's not going to happen, there are only about 300 open spaces. A third of the people who got in aren't going to drop out.
So.. I'm looking for a place to live next year. Scary. I may not even come back to U of A next year. Everything is so up in the air now, I was really betting on getting back into residence.
I'm devastated, and I'm angry. I got screwed and then bad luck found me too. I just.. don't understand. Some people on the floor are coming back that really don't deserve it, what did I do wrong?
I don't know. I could come back to Schaeffer possibly, but honestly? I'd kind of rather live outside of residence. Schaeffer doesn't seem like any fun at all.
FML. it's a terrible day.
The surprise goes down tomorrow, but I'm no longer in the mood. 
It looks like it's going to rain in Edmonton. It's a sad day. Even the sky is crying for me.
