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The Lodge's smoker was Wednesday night, and it was awesome. The theme was the seven deadly sins, and each room in the house was decorated to the max in order to make it kind of like a haunted house. I'm not going to go into details, but it ended in a huge food fight in the basement, after being pegged with water balloons outside by the brothers. When I got back to my room I had to take off most of my clothes in the hallway and jump right into the shower. I still had jell-o in my underwear (Thanks a lot Gay Jon). After I got all cleaned up, I went to put my nasty clothes in a bag and once I moved them, I got a wiff of some kind of nasty puke smell. It was so gross. After I managed to finally get them in the bag I threw them out the window and onto the grass 'till I got a chance to wash them the next day. I had Gay Jon bring his down too, 'cuz that smell was so bad. It was stuck in my nose for the rest of that night.
Anyway, I know this goes against everything I had posted in previous journal entries, but this is going to be my last semester at Stevens. :( A few weeks ago in class it hit me like a ton of bricks, I just didn't belong here. Last year during my freshman orientation I got this feeling like things weren't gonna work out, but I didn't see any reason to back out. By the end of last year I had really dug myself into a shitty hole with my grades and everything, and I had wanted to leave, but some friends convinced me to stay. After this summer I thought things were going to get better, and they did - a little. I just realized in order to get back on track here I would have to do so much more work than I'm willing to actually commit to doing. Also, it's too damn expensive.Besides, it's not my fault - it's this damn school. If you want to know why I chose to leave, just think about all the things that you hate about Stevens. That should give you some kind of an idea. As for the future, I don't know what's gonna happen. I know I'll be working this next semester, trying to make some money and get a decent car and shit. Then next year start school somewhere else, doing God knows what. But ever since I decided to leave, I've felt a lot better. My fencing coach is gonna kick my ass. Oh well...
Tonight I'm home. Thinking back on things, I should have stayed at school, but I haven't been home in a few weeks and I needed to get out of that damn bunk bed. I'm actually working tomorrow, but any money I make is just gonna be going to my mom for my cell phone payment. Eh.
Sean talked to me today. He decided he can't be in a relationship while he's dealing with all this stuff with his parents. I kinda had a feeling this was going to happen. I thought having someone to help you through something like this would be a good thing, but he prefers to be alone. Besides, I don't know what to say to make him feel any better about the whole situation. I just hope everything works out okay for him. Maybe we're destined to be one of those on-again-off-again couples. It's tough, and I'm gonna miss him a lot.
And that's all I want to say tonight. I could probably go on forever though.
Anyway, I know this goes against everything I had posted in previous journal entries, but this is going to be my last semester at Stevens. :( A few weeks ago in class it hit me like a ton of bricks, I just didn't belong here. Last year during my freshman orientation I got this feeling like things weren't gonna work out, but I didn't see any reason to back out. By the end of last year I had really dug myself into a shitty hole with my grades and everything, and I had wanted to leave, but some friends convinced me to stay. After this summer I thought things were going to get better, and they did - a little. I just realized in order to get back on track here I would have to do so much more work than I'm willing to actually commit to doing. Also, it's too damn expensive.Besides, it's not my fault - it's this damn school. If you want to know why I chose to leave, just think about all the things that you hate about Stevens. That should give you some kind of an idea. As for the future, I don't know what's gonna happen. I know I'll be working this next semester, trying to make some money and get a decent car and shit. Then next year start school somewhere else, doing God knows what. But ever since I decided to leave, I've felt a lot better. My fencing coach is gonna kick my ass. Oh well...
Tonight I'm home. Thinking back on things, I should have stayed at school, but I haven't been home in a few weeks and I needed to get out of that damn bunk bed. I'm actually working tomorrow, but any money I make is just gonna be going to my mom for my cell phone payment. Eh.
Sean talked to me today. He decided he can't be in a relationship while he's dealing with all this stuff with his parents. I kinda had a feeling this was going to happen. I thought having someone to help you through something like this would be a good thing, but he prefers to be alone. Besides, I don't know what to say to make him feel any better about the whole situation. I just hope everything works out okay for him. Maybe we're destined to be one of those on-again-off-again couples. It's tough, and I'm gonna miss him a lot.
And that's all I want to say tonight. I could probably go on forever though.