This weekend was so great. Just like the weekend prior and the one prior to that and so on. Next weekend will be great. So will the next few after those. But Monday through Thursday? Not so much. Actually, they are terribly boring and the only thing that gets me through those days is knowing that Friday is coming. I love my school. I love the atmosphere. But I don't love the lack of friends. I don't love how hard I try and how difficult it is to make friends. Nobody wants new friends it seems like. They have all they need. My roommates are okay but I don't think I'd really want to hang out with them much outside of the apartment. I also don't think it's fair that I should pay them $150 to use two pots, a plate and utensils and shower curtain.  The living room looks like a prison with the blank walls (minus the christmas lights and two posters I brought). I brought the $200 tv, and we don't even have a microwave which I'm willing to buy. I should be giving you each $15 at the most. Also, I will sleep until whatever time I want, eat whenever I want, and eat standing up if I want, and you have no right to tell me not to. You are not my mother. Actually, I wouldn't even let my mother tell me to do that. I just want to live with people I love, feel comfortable with, and have fun living with. I miss my friends. I don't understand how I can make dozens of new friends in one night at a contra dance but I've been at Purchase for months and not made one friend I feel comfortable with who I feel actually enjoys my company.