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I kept wanting to update during end of school/maybe I'll runaway and never come back time. I still have 2 exams and will study for them, but in reality, I am finished. Also, my birthday came and went. In honor of these two things, I have consumed a record amount of alcohol this week. Last night was the pinnacle of such behavoir. I went to the Odyssey with Chris and his friends. Despite it being the Odyssey and the Odyssey on a Thursday, I had a lot of fun. Thanks again, alcohol. Long island is an island I like to visit. Strangers bought me drinks I didn't need. God, I fucking hate the Odyssey and so many people there, but I had fun. Dancing was fun, as always. Intimacy in my life extends as far as sitting on the couch and petting Damia... She's not even my cat - she doesn't love me! 'Picking up' is so not my thing even though, duh, I considered it. When you've had 7.5 litres of alcohol, you consider doing everything. At the end of the night, I was infuriated. Walking home in the rain did little to cool me off. I was frustrated because I'm silly. Thinking about it makes me laugh. Nothing has changed in the last five years. Good boys like stupid boys. Being drunk and confused is not cool. I think I need to spend a little more time being just confused. Silly boys, silly me.
This Saturday, I'm having a select few L.Crew friends over for martinis. I don't want to clean my house. I need groceries and razors, but meh. It's just not worth it yet. Why doesn't Chelsea come home! I need people to play pool and card games with. I've turned myself into such an invalid. On Sunday, I am going to study with some fellow Arts One crew members. On Monday, I should visit my family. They want to take me out for dinner because I'm a whole year older etc. I can't think of anywhere in Langley I want to eat. Oh wait, Moxies. What was I thinking. My upcoming week of study and 2 exams will end with the best evening ever: dinner with my ArtsOne seminar in China Town and then Bent, Bent, Bent. I'm excited to see how Bent is going to look this time around. I hope the same people come. Eli, if you don't come, you are going to fail creative writing. I just have a feeling, okay. I hope this other boys comes, too. I didn't invite him, so I'm passively hoping. I hope I work with Heidi again. I should go through my closet and see if I have anything Degrassi worthy. When I said my closet, I meant Quinn's.
UBC has crushed my spirits. Filling out the prof and TA review sheets did not feel gratifying. Lining my film journal with hints that I dislike my TA gave little satisfaction. Next year, I know what classes I want to take. I want to get involved in UBC Improv or student politics. I'm sure everybody says that at the end of April, but we'll see where it goes. Moving away from a large portion of my life, I feel the need to connect with something I'm passionate about. Speaking of such, I was accepted as an intern for a camp this summer. I don't know how I feel about it. Good, obviously, but it's more complicated than oh wow, it's going to be awesome. However, it will be awesome.
Can I please not work in Surrey any more? I need to stay away from Langley, never go back to Langley. It's complicated. I will look for other jobs this week. I will, I will.
I'm glad today is over. I'm going to go out for breakfast tomorrow and forget about this complicated week. Yawn. I hope something interesting happens tomorrow night. I hope someone throws a martini glass and screams. That would make me feel more normal...
This Saturday, I'm having a select few L.Crew friends over for martinis. I don't want to clean my house. I need groceries and razors, but meh. It's just not worth it yet. Why doesn't Chelsea come home! I need people to play pool and card games with. I've turned myself into such an invalid. On Sunday, I am going to study with some fellow Arts One crew members. On Monday, I should visit my family. They want to take me out for dinner because I'm a whole year older etc. I can't think of anywhere in Langley I want to eat. Oh wait, Moxies. What was I thinking. My upcoming week of study and 2 exams will end with the best evening ever: dinner with my ArtsOne seminar in China Town and then Bent, Bent, Bent. I'm excited to see how Bent is going to look this time around. I hope the same people come. Eli, if you don't come, you are going to fail creative writing. I just have a feeling, okay. I hope this other boys comes, too. I didn't invite him, so I'm passively hoping. I hope I work with Heidi again. I should go through my closet and see if I have anything Degrassi worthy. When I said my closet, I meant Quinn's.
UBC has crushed my spirits. Filling out the prof and TA review sheets did not feel gratifying. Lining my film journal with hints that I dislike my TA gave little satisfaction. Next year, I know what classes I want to take. I want to get involved in UBC Improv or student politics. I'm sure everybody says that at the end of April, but we'll see where it goes. Moving away from a large portion of my life, I feel the need to connect with something I'm passionate about. Speaking of such, I was accepted as an intern for a camp this summer. I don't know how I feel about it. Good, obviously, but it's more complicated than oh wow, it's going to be awesome. However, it will be awesome.
Can I please not work in Surrey any more? I need to stay away from Langley, never go back to Langley. It's complicated. I will look for other jobs this week. I will, I will.
I'm glad today is over. I'm going to go out for breakfast tomorrow and forget about this complicated week. Yawn. I hope something interesting happens tomorrow night. I hope someone throws a martini glass and screams. That would make me feel more normal...