lllookalive | (no subject)

So I'm back in Savannah. Whoop-de-doo. Yesterday, Ange got in around 6am and I went over to her house for a bit before we came back and I got ready to go. We started watching Conqueror of Shambala in the car over (airport is 2 hours away), but I got car sick so we stopped. Gave me some funky dreams on the plane, tho. I got stuck in that halfway funk between awake and asleep which is icky, so I had these weird hallucinations of Eds and Als and Alphonses and clones and stuff running around til the plane hit turbulence and I panicked and spend an hour deciding how best to outfit myself with the bare necesseties for the immenent crash (plastic bag for cell phone, etc) and praying to every exo and esoteric diety i could think of. Thats a LOT, btw. But yeah, I soooo didn't wanna leave. I AM SO MAD I ONLY GOT TO SEE MY HIKARI FOR 11 HOURS OMG! I won't dwell on the subject.
Obviously, we didn't crash.
Flight from Chicago was icky, but whatever. Got in to Savannah. Got bags (Envy is intact... whew). Got a taxi back to Boundary. Showed my ID to Mrs.Chapman at the gate, and thats where the shit began.
She gives me this look and says, "What are you doing here?" Always my favorite thing to hear when I'm just getting back from a trip to where I PAY LOTS OF MONEY TO LIVE, BITCH!! ..I don't know about you, I just love hearing that.
I said, "Um, I live here..."
She launches into this thing about my name not being on the list of people who live in my wing, which, I might add, is the only wing where you can stay over breaks. And we pay extra for it. So what the fuck.
I asked if I could get in and talk to my RA, who I'm pretty sure is here. She says no one's here but athletes, which I KNOW is bullshit, because my room mate, Maggie, and I had a conversation after I woke up that I know was not a hallucination and she said she got in a few hours before me.
Long story short, I get really mad. I'm stuck TWENTY FEET from my bedroom, with a computer, a huge duffel bag, a small suitcase, and a backpack, the taxi is gone, and she is telling me I can't get in and my having nowhere to go and just having traveled over 7000 miles from fucking HAWAII is not her problem.
I tried to explain I had nowhere to go, all my stuff, and I pay $1000 extra to live here SO I can come back early. She tells me to stop yelling (I wasn't), and cuts me off and won't listen to anything I'm saying and starts yelling at ME about how disrespectful I am.
Disrespectful. Oooookay. I don't know how crying and begging her to please let me in to see my RA is disrespectful, but whatever. So I got disrespectful.
If someone's gonna call me a bitch, i like to deserve it, thanks.
Anyway, long story short, my mom helped me raise hell, and I got in after like, 40 minutes. Which got really old. But at least I'm here and I hate the SCAD security just that much more.