what the fuck?
Well, for reasons known only to God my computer is working at the moment.
At any rate, I am having the motherboard replaced shortly.
In the meantime because I am surely blessed, it seems that some Amherstonian angels are going to loan me a computer! I have felt so disabled without constant access to one. It's like I don't exist to people any more. I don't know about things, I can't communicate, it's like I'm fucking Helen Keller or something.
In other news: what the fuck is going on, please tell me. Am I being given the brush off, or do I just not matter? Either way it's making me feel like shit and I think I've had quite enough of it.
This girl in the gym kept looking at me today and it made me very uncomfortable. Yes, I am a sweaty mess, now leave my sorry ass alone. BAH!
I am SO happy to have everyone back. I have missed Smith so much. Is that sad? Maybe a little. I love camp, and miss it when I'm not there, but it's different. Too many lives. I told Jeanne last night: camp was the first place I ever felt loved in any real sense (beyond family)I'll never forget that, or what it meant to me. Sigh again.
In other NEWS: I am sick of Smith gender bullshit and will no longer be victim to it's pressures. I am who I am, I will be who I want when I want. NANANANA so there!
I would like to get to know the first-years, they are illusive little critters. There are none on my floor, and I kind of feel like I freak them out. OR something. I have met most of the legendary upper class women, and am definitely going to like them.
What else is there to say?
I'm happy. despite everything, I am happy and that's all that really counts I guess.
Strange...
At any rate, I am having the motherboard replaced shortly.
In the meantime because I am surely blessed, it seems that some Amherstonian angels are going to loan me a computer! I have felt so disabled without constant access to one. It's like I don't exist to people any more. I don't know about things, I can't communicate, it's like I'm fucking Helen Keller or something.
In other news: what the fuck is going on, please tell me. Am I being given the brush off, or do I just not matter? Either way it's making me feel like shit and I think I've had quite enough of it.
This girl in the gym kept looking at me today and it made me very uncomfortable. Yes, I am a sweaty mess, now leave my sorry ass alone. BAH!
I am SO happy to have everyone back. I have missed Smith so much. Is that sad? Maybe a little. I love camp, and miss it when I'm not there, but it's different. Too many lives. I told Jeanne last night: camp was the first place I ever felt loved in any real sense (beyond family)I'll never forget that, or what it meant to me. Sigh again.
In other NEWS: I am sick of Smith gender bullshit and will no longer be victim to it's pressures. I am who I am, I will be who I want when I want. NANANANA so there!
I would like to get to know the first-years, they are illusive little critters. There are none on my floor, and I kind of feel like I freak them out. OR something. I have met most of the legendary upper class women, and am definitely going to like them.
What else is there to say?
I'm happy. despite everything, I am happy and that's all that really counts I guess.
Strange...