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Either my roommate's parents have been living here for a week or he's hired a cleaning staff. All that Turkish (which always sounds angry or frustrated) makes it hard to properly comprehend the situation. All I know is that someone else is washing my dishes (by which I mean the two plastic cups I eat my Raisin Bran out of) and I find that agreeable.

But hearing their arguments does make me uncomfortable. I feel like a little kid with parents on the brink of divorce. I understand something's wrong, but I can't comprehend exactly what the problem is. I also hide in my room a lot (though that's been a habit of mine since I got here).

I've also got a go-nowhere crush on a Pakistani girl in my Phil of Fem. class.

And I'm making shadow puppets using the glare on my monitor.