I see I was spoiled when it came to roommates last year.

...I want to tell my suitemates to get the hell out of my room, but it's...not very practical. Damn. Because they're in here, I keep having to go into their room so I can do my reading for class, but I can't take my laptop because both their desks have stuff all over them. (Yes. I am the only person in my suite who actually uses my desk to do work on.)

*bites lip* I want them to go away so I can eat potato chips and watch Narnia or Eureka or House or something and knit and write. I play well with other human beings until the point when I do not have my own space.

...I suppose I could go to the laundry room across the hall, they have tables. Or see if there's anyone in the lounge. But I just want my room, since my roommate went out running. Go watch YouTube music videos in your own room, guys!

(Yes, I...could just tell them this to their faces, but I am not generally that aggressive.)

ETA: I should also note that my room is the one with the TV.