the inevitable rant about the housemates

(you knew it was coming, eventually.)

I'll try to keep this short but eloquent. And maybe even go for funny, although I might be too mad about it.

After many, many seasons (what are they up to now -- 12?) of The Real World, we're all highly aware of what happens when you stick seven (or nine) people between the ages of 18 and 22 in a house for a semester: people get pissed off.

People also get pissed, which leads to their housemates becoming pissed off.

( in which people are loud, and dishes are dirty )

The last straw was this morning: I came downstairs to discover that someone decided it would be reeeeally funny to turn all of the furniture in the dining room upside-down. And there were still dishes in the sink. The good news is that Murph was already awake, and had set some of the chairs upright before I came in. I had some warning, which was a bonus -- otherwise, I would have needed to storm up the stairs and punch somebody in the face. As it was, I got out some of my anger by moving the comfy chairs back, and aggressively wiping down the table. And now, post-rant, I feel even better.

We will be having a small family meeting about this, however. Considering that we're getting into paper-writing mode again, this will emphatically not happen next weekend.

PS. Look! I found a political Python icon that I stashed months ago in my Photobucket account. I like.

In other news, I'm wearing my tan sneakers with black trousers, and feel very English today.