Author's note: review please
Disclaimer: I still dont' own the X-Men
Dear Diary,
the Xavier Institute sucks big time. I have to share a room with a complete lunatic. Her name is Jenny Destin and she loves watching completely mindless TV. I mean what is the point of Sponge Bob Square Pants? NONE, and now she's watching some other stupid cartoon that I don't even know the name of, the thing is, it's meant for like children and Jenny Destin is certainly not a child. It is so cold in this room, each room has it's own individual air conditioning unit and Jenny, the freak has it on either artic tundra or some thing. I'm actually shivering in my jeans and tank top. I would put on my jacket but it's summer outside, and it's just the principal of things, if it's nice outside you should be able to wear the same clothes inside as outside. I just want to go home. I don't care about my power, I don't care about humanity, all I want is a nice warm room and being able to watch TV. I mean, I'm missing Kim Possible and Totally Spies! And get this, Jenny thinks Kim Possible is stupid so is everything else on the Disney channel, I mean, hello? How retarded is that? I love Kim, not as in a crush way, I don't think. And get this diary, Jen thinks that love is stupid and that marriage is even dumber. Um, first of all, I don't preach to her about not going to work on time or any of her other bad habits, such as sleeping until like two minutes before training session. But she's saying that marriage is a waste and how she'll never get married and if she does it'll be the end of the world, well so you got a few problems, but sheesh, stop being such a drama queen! At least in the beginning of the year she was considerate of my allergies. She bought a candle warmer and let me smell every candle to see if I was allergic. Okay she bought a new air freshener spray, nothing wrong with that right? It's lily scented and I told her in the beginning of the year when she actually cared about me, that I was allergic to floral stuff, but now I'm choking on the stuff, what's next? Is she gonna start smoking so I honestly won't be able to breathe? I think I'm getting sick from the cold. I wanna go back home or to my boyfriend's anywhere but here, but I'm stuck here until I learn some control. I tried talking to Xavier, but there's no single rooms free and no one wants to switch me roommates, they all know what she's like.