Such Shit
I am lonely.
I, Megan Brake, who shuns the company of men is lonely.
And it sucks. A lot.
When I go back to school I'm going to actually focus more on my theatre, and try to be friends with Joe, because judging by the looks he was sending me during the 125 and 130 finals, he'd like to be better friends. And during our last lab hours he spent half an hour with his head in my lap... I am boy crazy. Really. I don't know what's going on. I like Blake as well, but only in a physical way. As in, I would never in a million years be in a relationship with him, because what the fuck would we do? All I want is to throw him down on a bed and ravish him for 4 hours. And then I want to dismiss him at the end of it, not the other way around. Thats why, even though we've been together multiple times, and he isn't even THAT great, I can't get him out of my system, because I always feel like he's the one dismissing me. No more!
But yeah, my grades this semester were just atrocious. I think I got all A's in my theatre classes because, well.. they're theatre classes and there's nothing I'll ever love as much as theatre. But I only got a B in advanced writing, but I got an A on my last essay, which was validating. And I don't know what I got in 102. Not sure if I want to.
Dear USC, I want my booklist for next semester so I can start reading. Sincerely, Megan.
As Chanel put it, I'm a huge nerd. Yes I am.
I need to hang out with Dean during break. We'll probably hang out in Boston, as I don't think I want a boy from Watertown coming down to the south shore to see what a pampered princess I am at home. That'd be embarassing.
He also told me to call him when I christen my new pipe. As did Kirsten. And David. Oh jeez. Seeing as I promised I'd stay sober while I was in Norwell, we'll see. Which is unlikely. And fuck when I go back for the Rose Bowl I don't think I'll be sober ever. Especially during the Rose Parade. Oh god. I better still be trashed so I don't know that I'm marching at 6am. Or else I may become suicidal.
Shit its 4, and michelle is calling me at 5, and I need to go to the gym cause I'm a fat fuck. Alright. Time to sweat out all the drugs and alcohol that are definitely still chilling in my system. Tight.
Much Love,
Megan
I, Megan Brake, who shuns the company of men is lonely.
And it sucks. A lot.
When I go back to school I'm going to actually focus more on my theatre, and try to be friends with Joe, because judging by the looks he was sending me during the 125 and 130 finals, he'd like to be better friends. And during our last lab hours he spent half an hour with his head in my lap... I am boy crazy. Really. I don't know what's going on. I like Blake as well, but only in a physical way. As in, I would never in a million years be in a relationship with him, because what the fuck would we do? All I want is to throw him down on a bed and ravish him for 4 hours. And then I want to dismiss him at the end of it, not the other way around. Thats why, even though we've been together multiple times, and he isn't even THAT great, I can't get him out of my system, because I always feel like he's the one dismissing me. No more!
But yeah, my grades this semester were just atrocious. I think I got all A's in my theatre classes because, well.. they're theatre classes and there's nothing I'll ever love as much as theatre. But I only got a B in advanced writing, but I got an A on my last essay, which was validating. And I don't know what I got in 102. Not sure if I want to.
Dear USC, I want my booklist for next semester so I can start reading. Sincerely, Megan.
As Chanel put it, I'm a huge nerd. Yes I am.
I need to hang out with Dean during break. We'll probably hang out in Boston, as I don't think I want a boy from Watertown coming down to the south shore to see what a pampered princess I am at home. That'd be embarassing.
He also told me to call him when I christen my new pipe. As did Kirsten. And David. Oh jeez. Seeing as I promised I'd stay sober while I was in Norwell, we'll see. Which is unlikely. And fuck when I go back for the Rose Bowl I don't think I'll be sober ever. Especially during the Rose Parade. Oh god. I better still be trashed so I don't know that I'm marching at 6am. Or else I may become suicidal.
Shit its 4, and michelle is calling me at 5, and I need to go to the gym cause I'm a fat fuck. Alright. Time to sweat out all the drugs and alcohol that are definitely still chilling in my system. Tight.
Much Love,
Megan