Little Dick's Bay
Yes, there is actually a place called Little Dick's Bay. Isn't that ridiculous? See, you obtain that kind of knowledge when your sick and have no other choice but to either do homework and be sick or watch the travel channel and be sick. Well, this has been the best weekend I have had in a while. Mostly in part to my friday. Which was AMAZING. I haven't mind so mind blowingly drunk in a long time. That was the perfect place to make my return; exclusive, safe and warmmm. The best part...I would have to say Kiel Rasp. Oh lord. There are just some people who are perfect to have around, because even if you stop talking and want to be quiet, those people just keep the party going. Kiel and his breakdancing definently did that for the party. I haven't laughed so hard in such a long time haha.
So, I am extremely perma-fried. No lie. You know this. Haha...that was random. But, uhm yeah I am. I'm sober, but I just feel fucked up. I think I might have hit my homecomming a little bit to hard. Cause I definently got sick AGAIN. I just got the flu, and now I have a cold. So gross. It definently set in last night - which was fun, but really frustrating at times. Somthing I hate - when I'm kickin it with hella people and then Sam is like 'oh, well *insert name here* wants us to come through. We should go hang out with them or somthing.' And she doesn't even try to say it quietly. I think its really rude and it makes me feel really akward. I hate it, because I am really big on ditching people. I hate it when people do it to me, so I'm not going to do it to any of my friends. I'll talk to her about that. I also felt really bad about leaving Eve at Dahl lsat night. I was so tired though...I just needed to get everyone out of my car so I could go home and curb out. I got home and just passed the fuck out...to many substances in one day. Train wreck...fucks my shit up.
I feel so bad always talking about SPU, but its all I can think about. It just happens all the time - I am not thinking about anything in particular, so the SPU fever takes over. I start to get excited at first, think about all the amazing things I can do next year, and all the great classes, etc. Then I think about the dorms and how fun that will be, but then how afriad I am of sharing a room with somone...I've never done that before. Then the anxiety takes over...the feeling I won't get in. But then I think 'How could I not get in? Just because my GPA sucks? My application is GREAT'. I just really wish that I could see my teacher and person reccomendations. Then i could know what my chances are really like. I'm so nervous!!!
I need to know ASAP. I'm calling for an application status check tomorrow afternoon. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly in my life.
So, I am extremely perma-fried. No lie. You know this. Haha...that was random. But, uhm yeah I am. I'm sober, but I just feel fucked up. I think I might have hit my homecomming a little bit to hard. Cause I definently got sick AGAIN. I just got the flu, and now I have a cold. So gross. It definently set in last night - which was fun, but really frustrating at times. Somthing I hate - when I'm kickin it with hella people and then Sam is like 'oh, well *insert name here* wants us to come through. We should go hang out with them or somthing.' And she doesn't even try to say it quietly. I think its really rude and it makes me feel really akward. I hate it, because I am really big on ditching people. I hate it when people do it to me, so I'm not going to do it to any of my friends. I'll talk to her about that. I also felt really bad about leaving Eve at Dahl lsat night. I was so tired though...I just needed to get everyone out of my car so I could go home and curb out. I got home and just passed the fuck out...to many substances in one day. Train wreck...fucks my shit up.
I feel so bad always talking about SPU, but its all I can think about. It just happens all the time - I am not thinking about anything in particular, so the SPU fever takes over. I start to get excited at first, think about all the amazing things I can do next year, and all the great classes, etc. Then I think about the dorms and how fun that will be, but then how afriad I am of sharing a room with somone...I've never done that before. Then the anxiety takes over...the feeling I won't get in. But then I think 'How could I not get in? Just because my GPA sucks? My application is GREAT'. I just really wish that I could see my teacher and person reccomendations. Then i could know what my chances are really like. I'm so nervous!!!
I need to know ASAP. I'm calling for an application status check tomorrow afternoon. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly in my life.