If you've ever lived upstairs, I know you feel my pain. The aching legs, the heavy breathing, the bad experiences after a long night trying to make the exhausting trek to your room.
So here's me being Positive Petunia: here are 5 things that are absolutely worse than living upstairs:
1. Those hangnails you think are ripping your soul out of your body.
You know, those that bleed really heavily and hurt for like a thousand days after you actually pull it out?
2. The smell of cigarettes.
I mean, do I even have to elaborate? It's atrocious and it NEVER goes away.
3. The "Freshman Fifteen."
It is a real, evil thing that makes every single girl want to waist train/go anorexic, whichever one is more efficient.
4. Actually having to work at your job.
I mean, who wants to actually work for their money?
I have come to the conclusion that absolutely nothing is worse than living upstairs. Call me lazy, call me a diva, and if you're cute, you can call me tomorrow. But hey, it's a horrible thing that a princess like me has to climb stairs to go to bed. In fact, I think I'll go talk to Housing on Monday.