Call me Kelly Peters!
Well, today marks the beginning of hell week. It doesn't look too bad, although I'm gonna have to get certain pieces of homework finished by the time the Orgo exam, but I can get that done relatively easily.
In other words, I'm definitely not as stressed as I originally thought. Things will turn out ok. This semester will go out with a bang, but I will be alright in the end. And before ya know it, I'll be back home, chillin with my friends.
Speaking of which, I miss. Terribly. I can't function within this environment. The only person I really look up to is Ray and Sean, but I don't hang out with them; I spend more time with assholes than I do my friends. I know that's the prime description of life, but like, dayum, you'd think I'd get used to it after awhile.
I just can't live in this house anymore. I don't want to hang out with the people in this house because they don't really amaze me. At all. They're boring. And Alex has sand in his vagina. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
I really have to let them know that I'm not signing the lease. That will help them find a roommate in time.
Anyway, today I was just angry as hell. I just got fed up with Alex's attitude yesterday. Wanted to friggin pee on him. I don't know why peeing on him came to mind; I just was pissed off and shit and I dunno.
In other news, I saw a Kelli look-a-like today, and I just couldn't really pull my eyes away from her. It was mildly embarrassing on my part, considering the reaction I continue to get upon being reminded of her. Like, I know that things between us would never work, but maybe there's still a part of me that remembers the days when things were simple.
I kind of want Angie to talk to me again, though. I already know this, but I sometimes have to remind myself; Angie and I don't really initiate conversations. I've always taken for granted that women like to talk.
I mean, it would be fine if I didn't really have a pressure to keep up some kind of conversation with Angie. And maybe I shouldn't imagine this pressure. Maybe it's fine that we don't talk. We hang out when I'm home, but otherwise, we don't talk. She might be ok with that. I mean, c'mon, the only thing that's making me think this way is social norms. So yeah, I'll be content with not talking. It's not like we're dating or anything (Don't get me wrong though, if I lived in Maryland, I'd probably work my hardest to make that a reality).
So yeah, I dunno, just occasional contact is fine. Even though I know your busy...
In other words, I'm definitely not as stressed as I originally thought. Things will turn out ok. This semester will go out with a bang, but I will be alright in the end. And before ya know it, I'll be back home, chillin with my friends.
Speaking of which, I miss. Terribly. I can't function within this environment. The only person I really look up to is Ray and Sean, but I don't hang out with them; I spend more time with assholes than I do my friends. I know that's the prime description of life, but like, dayum, you'd think I'd get used to it after awhile.
I just can't live in this house anymore. I don't want to hang out with the people in this house because they don't really amaze me. At all. They're boring. And Alex has sand in his vagina. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
I really have to let them know that I'm not signing the lease. That will help them find a roommate in time.
Anyway, today I was just angry as hell. I just got fed up with Alex's attitude yesterday. Wanted to friggin pee on him. I don't know why peeing on him came to mind; I just was pissed off and shit and I dunno.
In other news, I saw a Kelli look-a-like today, and I just couldn't really pull my eyes away from her. It was mildly embarrassing on my part, considering the reaction I continue to get upon being reminded of her. Like, I know that things between us would never work, but maybe there's still a part of me that remembers the days when things were simple.
I kind of want Angie to talk to me again, though. I already know this, but I sometimes have to remind myself; Angie and I don't really initiate conversations. I've always taken for granted that women like to talk.
I mean, it would be fine if I didn't really have a pressure to keep up some kind of conversation with Angie. And maybe I shouldn't imagine this pressure. Maybe it's fine that we don't talk. We hang out when I'm home, but otherwise, we don't talk. She might be ok with that. I mean, c'mon, the only thing that's making me think this way is social norms. So yeah, I'll be content with not talking. It's not like we're dating or anything (Don't get me wrong though, if I lived in Maryland, I'd probably work my hardest to make that a reality).
So yeah, I dunno, just occasional contact is fine. Even though I know your busy...