please just listen to me complain

So I can hear my neighbors out in the hall. And basically all this week, every time I cough they all snicker among themselves whenever they're all out in the hall together. (They're all friends, they all planned to move into this suite together probably around the time that I was planning on leaving school for Israel. So they're all friends. I'm not.) Like, it's really embarrassing cos I'll cough a lot in my own room, I can't fucking help it, and then I hear someone out in the hallway mimicking it and then a couple girls (or one of their guy friends) snickering. I can't fucking stand it. I have not even met these people, I don't even know what they fucking look like, yet they're making fun of me for being really sick.
but then, i was surprised they could hear the coughing over their SCREAM-TALKING.

I dont know, I know it's not so much a big deal that they're making fun of my cough, but the fact that there is a crowd of people I DO NOT KNOW and who DO NOT KNOW ME outside of my door making fun of me for something, even something stupid like this, is just really distressing.

so now in addition to being sick i now have the added pleasure of being too fucking embarrassed to cough. which is great, so now I'm just wheezing. a least the sound of my impaired breathing won't be audible to the bitches in the hallway.

Oh gawd i feel like such a baby, but now I'm crying.

I had such a depressing day today. I still can't get over the fact that I have two years ahead of me of having people on lecture stages talking AT me for many hours a week and that a huge part of my life will revolve around this. I hate pretty much everyone involved with Hillel at the moment, and I'm not even entirely sure why. I'm so frustrated cos what little Hebrew I got out of working at that fucking kibbutz--one of the few upsides to wasting almost 5 months in a laundry room--is now rapidly slipping away from me due to lack of use. I miss speaking to my mom cos I haven't been able to call her in 2 weeks since she's been away on business in India.
It's fucking cold in the midwest already

the highlight of the day, one of the few moments where I didn't feel like the next two years is going to be this unbearable burden, was during history discussion section. these two pretentious boys got into a debate. Pretentious Pete (I'm naming the guy that I've referred to in previous posts now) looked up a long quote. Then he said to Pretentious Film Professor Look-Alike (this new guy I'm introducing who is like a literal CLONE of a film professor I once had):

"Well, in response I respectfully disagree and support my argument with the inspiring words of 'the gentleman of Virginia:' -________"

He then went on to quote some famous words, and we all knew that it was Nathan Hale, but part of me was struggling to understand why he didn't just fucking say, "the words of Nathan Hale."

Then Pretentious Film Professor Look-Alike responded by getting a little attitude. "Well, I don't have some fancy computer to pull up fitting quotations for me, so I'm just going to pull this one....out of my own head!" And he said it in such a way that just REEEEEEEKED of 'tude. You could tell that the dueling gloves were OUT!

A pretentious argument ensued between the two of them, during which a neighbor handed me a note. I know her, she's a friend I guess, but I don't know her nearly as well as I'd like to after this incident. And HERE is the highlight of my day. She had written me a note that said something like:

-" 'My metaphorical penis of history is bigger!' "
-=" 'No, MINE is! ' "


Which totally just made my day. besides, of course, the cleavage.