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I'm having a lot of trouble lately reconciling the me-I-thought-I'd-be in college, and the me-no-one-thought-I'd-be-but-I-sorta-am in college.
Like on one hand, there's Ms. Care About Her Grades and Do Her Work and Not Get Involved in Nefarious Activities. I was a fuckin' saint in high school. The only time I practically ever touched alcohol was the three nights in junior year that me and Chris (but mostly Chris) drank all the beer in my garage. No promiscuous sex for me, because hey--I don't need to tell you how my luck with the opposite sex gors. And I was always in before curfew, if I ever went anywhere, because my mother was an insane, freaky, strange woman.
Now, I'm Ms. Grades What Grades, There Goes Tuition, ADEPS Again?, I'm Not an Alcoholic I Swear! I failed a midterm and subsequently dropped the class. I'm straddling the C/D bench for physics, I have a paper due on Monday I haven't even STARTED worth half my grade in US Politics, and hello, procastination, you're my new best buddy. I don't drink too often (really!!!!) but when I do, admittedly, maybe I don't know when to stop. I've been bent over the proverbial porcelain throne a few too many times. Promiscuous sex? Hahahaha...still a no go. My mom? Fuck her curfews, I don't even CALL anymore.
So, like, what happened to the 3.5 GPA-having, lots of fun-having, shower-ever-day-taking girl I was supposed to be?
So, did anyone know Terry Schiavo has a blog? durrr.blogspot.com
I miss my friends. I miss Chris the most, and I know Jon's gonna shoot me for saying so when he reads this (if he reads it) but no matter how often I talk to Chris or see him, I still feel like we're hardly even friends anymore. I miss how he used to hit me (thats gotta say something about my psyche, I just dont know what) and I miss how whenever we were around, most everyone else felt left out, 'cause it was pretty obvious that WE were best friends. I miss how he took care of me when I needed it, and how he always told me I could cheer him up when no one else could. I miss how he was Penis and I was Vag or Gup Gup, and I miss Bod for Men and Maroon 5 every Tuesday and Thursday morning. I miss sneaky nights on my porch or Bawls and bowling, or watching him KICK ASS as Tony and knowing, "Hey, that kid and I never even talked to much a year ago, and now I can't imagine us not being friends." Back then, we actually TALKED on the phone. We hung out all the time. It was HOPPsquared. Him, Jill, me and Jon.
I miss that. Now, I talk to him online here and there, but we don't have much to say, I guess. And it seems whenever we wanna hang out, it never happens. It's tough going to two different schools with different friends and no money between the both of you. I love you, penis, and miss you tons. :(
But, on a happier note, I saw John and Care when I was home. Aimee S-dizzle, too! And of course, my lovely Gina. I loved hanging out with them. John, poor slut, he's so abused. The only reason I say I don't miss HIM the most is because the stupid kid never IMS ANYONE BACK. Nah, it was nice seeing him all abused again. It was also nice being home for a lttle while, at least. I was gonna visit the school, but I'm not sure the fake smiles and 'hey we missed you''s are for me.
Jon needs to get his bosom and his blonde-haired self down here. I can't wait until he's all tanned again, then maybe we'll be gold and brown, instead of white and brown. That only makes sense to me and him, doesn't it? Hahaha.
Operation SB is going quite well, thanks. Not quite rounding second base yet, but it's a healthy run towards first!
Umm, theres not much else to add. This was melancholy, but ruminative.
VOCAB GIVE ME A STICKER BITCHKITTY.
What do you all miss about high school? Or for those still in it, what do you miss about those who've left? ;)
Like on one hand, there's Ms. Care About Her Grades and Do Her Work and Not Get Involved in Nefarious Activities. I was a fuckin' saint in high school. The only time I practically ever touched alcohol was the three nights in junior year that me and Chris (but mostly Chris) drank all the beer in my garage. No promiscuous sex for me, because hey--I don't need to tell you how my luck with the opposite sex gors. And I was always in before curfew, if I ever went anywhere, because my mother was an insane, freaky, strange woman.
Now, I'm Ms. Grades What Grades, There Goes Tuition, ADEPS Again?, I'm Not an Alcoholic I Swear! I failed a midterm and subsequently dropped the class. I'm straddling the C/D bench for physics, I have a paper due on Monday I haven't even STARTED worth half my grade in US Politics, and hello, procastination, you're my new best buddy. I don't drink too often (really!!!!) but when I do, admittedly, maybe I don't know when to stop. I've been bent over the proverbial porcelain throne a few too many times. Promiscuous sex? Hahahaha...still a no go. My mom? Fuck her curfews, I don't even CALL anymore.
So, like, what happened to the 3.5 GPA-having, lots of fun-having, shower-ever-day-taking girl I was supposed to be?
So, did anyone know Terry Schiavo has a blog? durrr.blogspot.com
I miss my friends. I miss Chris the most, and I know Jon's gonna shoot me for saying so when he reads this (if he reads it) but no matter how often I talk to Chris or see him, I still feel like we're hardly even friends anymore. I miss how he used to hit me (thats gotta say something about my psyche, I just dont know what) and I miss how whenever we were around, most everyone else felt left out, 'cause it was pretty obvious that WE were best friends. I miss how he took care of me when I needed it, and how he always told me I could cheer him up when no one else could. I miss how he was Penis and I was Vag or Gup Gup, and I miss Bod for Men and Maroon 5 every Tuesday and Thursday morning. I miss sneaky nights on my porch or Bawls and bowling, or watching him KICK ASS as Tony and knowing, "Hey, that kid and I never even talked to much a year ago, and now I can't imagine us not being friends." Back then, we actually TALKED on the phone. We hung out all the time. It was HOPPsquared. Him, Jill, me and Jon.
I miss that. Now, I talk to him online here and there, but we don't have much to say, I guess. And it seems whenever we wanna hang out, it never happens. It's tough going to two different schools with different friends and no money between the both of you. I love you, penis, and miss you tons. :(
But, on a happier note, I saw John and Care when I was home. Aimee S-dizzle, too! And of course, my lovely Gina. I loved hanging out with them. John, poor slut, he's so abused. The only reason I say I don't miss HIM the most is because the stupid kid never IMS ANYONE BACK. Nah, it was nice seeing him all abused again. It was also nice being home for a lttle while, at least. I was gonna visit the school, but I'm not sure the fake smiles and 'hey we missed you''s are for me.
Jon needs to get his bosom and his blonde-haired self down here. I can't wait until he's all tanned again, then maybe we'll be gold and brown, instead of white and brown. That only makes sense to me and him, doesn't it? Hahaha.
Operation SB is going quite well, thanks. Not quite rounding second base yet, but it's a healthy run towards first!
Umm, theres not much else to add. This was melancholy, but ruminative.
VOCAB GIVE ME A STICKER BITCHKITTY.
What do you all miss about high school? Or for those still in it, what do you miss about those who've left? ;)