Me Being Pissed at Res(hate your)Life ... unimportant but here

Bastards would not let me into my own fucking dorm when I lost my ID. Like they don't see me every fucking day. But no, they stepped up the security for Mardi Gras. Me=broke. Normally I'd fight something like this and make hell for everyone involved in a very polite way. Maybe it has something to do with the way my home, in which I lived with my family, has no walls. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm living away from my family for the first time in my life, or the fact that my mother is in Birmingham while I'm stuck sharing a room with someone and being careful not to drink the tap water. Maybe it has something to do with the way my dad is in town, but living in a loft above his millwork shop without running water. I don't know, the fact that I've been uprooted and shaken out like a particularly nasty weed might have made me a tad sensitive. I mean, I've been dealing fine, but being kicked out of my place of residence when I have no actual home base was a bit of a hard blow. I'm in Birmingham now, home, even though Birmingham isn't home. I'm with my mom and that makes it all okay.