Chinese water torture

As of sometime yesterday, my shower will not stop dripping. Hot water is contantly (and I mean a small but constant stream) falling out. Not little drops, occasionally. I don't know what to do. I mean, I guess I should TMA it. TMA (I have no idea what it stands for....the maintenance association?) is Loyola's little way of helping a student out. But do they ever come and fix the problem? Probably not. Any ideas? Plumbing fixes? Grrrr........if I leave the bathroom door closed, the constant stream of hot water warms my bathroom way too much, but if I open the door, I hear it.
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it's like that, sort of. Un-ending.
Got heated in Journalism class today. Not only was the classroom hotter than 90 degrees, but I shared my opinion on a document release that was not met well by the professor. I am worried that she may feel as though I was irreverant, but I asked a fellow student and they told me I was fine. However, it was merely a disagreement, and a sharing of opinon. We were essentially saying the same thing, but I was pushing for citizens to remember that this is a democracy, and that the majority vote does tend to rule.
I was sitting there, in my two and a half hours of ninety plus degree hell, when I feel my phone vibrate. (Of course I'd feel it, even when it has to be silent, it's never more than three feet from me.) A text message: "Hey, just in case you wondered, I am kind of madly in love with you." And so of course my whole day got a little brighter.

September Commences.

Ah, Labor Day weekend. Festive, of course. Friday night, spent with Maddie (from Colorado) and her boyfriend. Saturday night spent with Melissa, my roommate, and her boyfriend Bobby at his new place. The University Center is home to dorms for Columbia, Roosevelt, and DePaul. His roommates are quiet, studious, and definitely not into loud noises and fun. Sunday night, I went to my friend Hunter's for his housewarming party and his roommate Ian's 21st birthday. It was so good to see everyone again, and it was definitely a weird experience to see him and his ex-girlfriend with their new significant others. People tell me I'm glowing with happiness these days, but I think I just purposely act happier in public than I am. No, that's a lie, I really do glow sometimes. I have my plane tickets to go out to Oregon for fall break! (Thirty days.)

Yesterday, I went to the beach with Melissa and Bobby and we played in the lake and buried each other in sand and it was probably the best day I've spent here yet. Four blocks from my dorm, there is a beach. It's amazing. I just walk up Michigan Ave and I'm there. My camera currently has sand in it, but the lens does come out most of the way, so I'm sure it's just a matter of time before it's up and running again. I hope. We came back and we all made dinner together. Spaghetti and sausage, caesar salad, watergate salad, cheesecake for dessert, garlic bread.

And then the madness continued late into the night.

And we woke up, this morning, and life goes on.

And there's something somewhere that's pulling at me, and I'm not sure what it is. And I know what it's about, and I'm scared, because the feeling is deeper than usual. Fear, jealousy, resentment, hatred. Something, somewhere is stirring that. And it's starting to boil. He means nothing by it, but I feed off it and mull it over in my mind, and suddenly there is nothing there but that. Him and them. Him and her. Nothing. But my jaw is set and my eyes are cold. And there's nothing that will change that, until he realizes that I am not okay.