Boy, I really do neglect this thing
Hi Sare.
School still sucks, but things are shaping up. Mostly because I know in three weeks I will never have to come back here again. Which is ultimately scary, but I'm ready for it. Journalism blows hard ass, but Mr. Powell has finally caught people ditching the block to go out for lunch or pump their boyfriends, so he's started investigating the class. I think he's replacing Shelly. Sorry, Shell, maybe you should've been a better teacher.
I've been having a lot of emotional attacks lately, mostly involving Andrew. It's going to sound weird and possibly conceited, but he's been spending a lot of time with Mackenzie. And some day when we're on the phone I'll explain it all in detail, but it involves a picture of the two of them and she's kissing him, and her stalking him at tennis matches, and LOTS of other things. And for some reason, whenever someone mentions it, I physically get a sick feeling in my stomach. Like I get nauseous and I start crying uncontrollably in the middle of whatever class I'm in. (Like Journalism or Seminar). It's so weird, and it makes me wonder what I'm really expecting from all this.
In other news: I MISS YOU AND YOU'RE GOING TO BE HERE IN LIKE...TWO WEEKS, HELLO. I'M UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER EXCITED.
I went to Stephen's yesterday. SARE, THEY DON'T CHARGE OUT OF STATE TUITION, YOU SHOULD SOOOO COME. The dorm rooms are huge and I get one all to myself. Sharing a bathroom with Kara will be exciting. Scary too, in the fact that I don't want no surprises while I'm nakie in the shower. The school itself is beautiful and wonderful and the faculty is awesome. The students are so nice and excepting. The classes are going to be awesome, and I'm going to have my own radio show, hello.
Eh, I suppose that's it. You better come up with some exciting stories for our next phone conversation. I hate doing all of the talking. And I miss you, and I'm so happy you're going to be here soon. I'm getting the camping gear ready right now.
School still sucks, but things are shaping up. Mostly because I know in three weeks I will never have to come back here again. Which is ultimately scary, but I'm ready for it. Journalism blows hard ass, but Mr. Powell has finally caught people ditching the block to go out for lunch or pump their boyfriends, so he's started investigating the class. I think he's replacing Shelly. Sorry, Shell, maybe you should've been a better teacher.
I've been having a lot of emotional attacks lately, mostly involving Andrew. It's going to sound weird and possibly conceited, but he's been spending a lot of time with Mackenzie. And some day when we're on the phone I'll explain it all in detail, but it involves a picture of the two of them and she's kissing him, and her stalking him at tennis matches, and LOTS of other things. And for some reason, whenever someone mentions it, I physically get a sick feeling in my stomach. Like I get nauseous and I start crying uncontrollably in the middle of whatever class I'm in. (Like Journalism or Seminar). It's so weird, and it makes me wonder what I'm really expecting from all this.
In other news: I MISS YOU AND YOU'RE GOING TO BE HERE IN LIKE...TWO WEEKS, HELLO. I'M UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER UBER EXCITED.
I went to Stephen's yesterday. SARE, THEY DON'T CHARGE OUT OF STATE TUITION, YOU SHOULD SOOOO COME. The dorm rooms are huge and I get one all to myself. Sharing a bathroom with Kara will be exciting. Scary too, in the fact that I don't want no surprises while I'm nakie in the shower. The school itself is beautiful and wonderful and the faculty is awesome. The students are so nice and excepting. The classes are going to be awesome, and I'm going to have my own radio show, hello.
Eh, I suppose that's it. You better come up with some exciting stories for our next phone conversation. I hate doing all of the talking. And I miss you, and I'm so happy you're going to be here soon. I'm getting the camping gear ready right now.