my new roomate is a chinese french chauvinisitic bastard. Not only is he dirt cheap, he’s also rude and dirty…best of both worlds…fuck u roomie…as long as the rent is cheap i’m not going anywhere so be prepared for hell
Leaving soon to basically try again. It’s hard to feel excited for something that I should be less than 1 year from finishing. How I was let in as a 2nd year I will never know. My 1 and a half years were just an epic fail. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. I don’t think I’ll ever come to terms with what happened. I totaly blew it. I’m trying to keep my half full way of thinking. Mabye it just needed to happen to wake me up or something. I should be leaving more confident and motivated than ever. Truth is I am scared to death at how easily I let things slip before. Regret and embarasment doesn’t begin to describe the gut clenching pains when I reflect on those days of nonestop skipping, trusting, drinking, drama, sex, crying, sleeping, procrastinating and pure laziness. No more. Please just no more. If I slip again this time I promise it will be game over.
oh ok. I need to spend more family time with sisters that are heading back home and cousins that won’t get out of bed cause they are hungover after drinking with friends they see all summer all night. My one chance to see my true friend’s from school taken away from me. Sometimes I think you just want me to be miserable like you and that my happiness just gets you jealous and upset.
