• I went to the library this morning to try to get some work done and ended up being hit on by some guy who used "Soo have you ever written an exam like this before?" as his opening line. I mistook him for gay and an undergrad but I was mistaken on both counts - he's apparently a Master's student and asked me to lunch and then dinner and then promptly followed up via facebook to ask whether I'm free this Wednesday or Thursday for dinner.
• Friday evening, as I was getting ready to go out for a friend's birthday, I discovered that one of my flatmates had achieved what I can only assume she'd been aiming for (given past/daily experiences) since we moved in - to completely flood the shower. How did she do this? I have no idea. But she somehow managed to flood not only the shower room itself but the entire hallway in front of it AND into the bathroom next door. Obviously, I had to find another shower.
• Saturday, I came home from grocery shopping to find someone had moved a huge bag of something onto the shelf I use in the fridge. There are two fridges in the kitchen and I use one shelf in the mini-fridge. The rest of the fridge space is just not something I want to know about. I moved it, so that I could put my groceries there. Today, I opened the fridge to find a note on my shelf with "Don't touch my shit. I'll throw your shit!" written in large letters. I wrote back to explain that I'd only moved someone's "stuff" because I needed room for my own groceries and pointed out that I've always used that shelf. Given that this bitch seems, at best, to have some kind of personality flaw that does not allow her to react rationally, I fee justified in fearing for my food.
• Walking down Southamton Row this afternoon, I saw a hobo sitting outside a café, removing his disgusting, shit-stained pants. Rather, I should say, his disgusting, shit-stained trousers AND pants. I saw dirty hobo penis in public, touching a chair that people use to eat or drink in. Not twenty seconds later, I past an equally filthy man with trousers belted up around his chest, shaking and tottering along as he muttered to himself.
• I'm waiting to hear back from three organisations, concerning unpaid internships with them after I finish my degree. I've been playing email tag with two of them since April and other than these three "options", I've got nothing come September.
• My latest sleeping habits include hitting the snooze button for 1,5 to 2 hours daily and then having 3-4 hour mid-afternoon naps, because the option of staying conscious is rather too boring or too depressing to deal with.
• After a thoroughly frustrating an unpleasant coffee date with my group of "friends" last week, I decided that I derive little to no pleasure from their company. They're selfish, self-absorbed and seem to have no real interest in having friends, just bodies to talk at. If I try to make myself heard above and beyond the general "memememememememememememe" I'm either talked over and completely ignored or told that what I just said just isn't true because it contradicts someone's exceptionally narrow opinion about just about anything. I found myself talking back and generally being quite bitchy to them this last time and although there was some pleasure in that, I just don't have the energy or interest.

Taken together, this is a list of things that make me say, "Fuck, I'm tired of this shit."