Roommate Search

I really hate bureaucracies - that's basically what CMU is. Right now, I feel particularly helpless against them and just plain sullen. Not even angry, no rage, I am just sullen, like a little kid who got sent to time out.
Of course, in my case, time out's going to last for an entire year in a crappy little room on a crappy little campus called Carnegie Mellon. All this is due to the fact that I'm bound by contract to pay $6000 for the place that I don't want to live in next year, and that appealing it would be $10,000 at the least. Not really worth it, no? Well all I can do now is sulk, hope I get a good room, find Adria Greene's car and smear dog poo under the door handles.
I also have to find a new roommate for the roommate I was going to live with in the glorious apartment I looked forward to living in. My roommate is proving to be most odd about it, telling me I ought to be the one who picks who lives with her. It doesn't really make sense to me, since she's the one who's going to have to put up with whoever I drop in on her. What happens if I picked some transgender named Sheila who liked to bring her multiple lovers home on weeknights? I doubt my roommate would approve. Call me crazy, but that's my reasoning.
I hate this whole situation, it's like blackmail, except it's my own stupidity that's blackmailing me. I hope Adria gets fired. I also hope the office that she's in catches fire and burns down with her in it, since, of course, burning to death is what I imagine to be the worst possible way to go. Obviously I'm not about to commit homicide or arson. Still, I can daydream.
I think the only way I can get a little revenge is to become a rich and famous architect, and not donate a single penny to anything other than my very own school of architecture. When I'm an older, more experienced and overall socially smarter person, I'll give them some sort of all encompassing explanation as to why, and hopefully it won't be a bureaucracy anymore...yah..right...like that will ever happen...