I hate April first. I don't do pranks on other people because I don't want them done to me, I Hate pranks. messy ones the worst, cause thats a major inconviniance to me. And luckily those don't happen that often, but it is the small pranks that are the tiniest thing, but my room mate seems to try and make up for a lack of grandure with quantity. just a bunch of things that aren't even that bad, some kind of funny, but they all represent a violation of my personal space, not immediate space around me, but my living space, the space that is just for me is changed ever so slightly. and that really annoys the crap out of me. Meh, maybe I'm just a