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WE HAVE TERMITES. WINGED-TERMITES. Nasty, flying little motherfuckers coming out from our sink pipes.

So, we called the school maintenance. Guess what they told us?

"It's not an emergency, so we can't send anyone over until Monday."

So, basically, we let it get worse. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. Just what I need during my finals week.

So my roommate and I walk over to our RA, Tobias' apartment. He wasn't there cause he was at a track meet. Then we take the elevator to get to our other RA, Melissa, to see if she could do something about it. She wasn't there cause she was at her grandmother's birthday party. Her housemate helped us by calling her. She told us to get the Environmental Health & Safety number. So we walk back to our apartment, got on the internet, and found the number.

We called the number, and they tell us to call another number. We call that other number, and they tell us to call the previous number.

Frustrated, we call the last number (534-HELP) and they tell us to call maintenance (which was the first fucking number we called).

"Sorry. If they say that they can't come 'til Monday, then they can't come 'til Monday. You girls are just gonna have to wait."

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!

Yeah, so Jasmin and I are over at Giao's room to sleepover/study cause I don't want to sleep with that flying termite shit everywhere.

Ugh. I can't wait to LEAVE.

And hopefully our school does something about it soon (and not let it fester).

Anyway, this is my schedule for the week.