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Finals start tomorrow. Well, one does. My past few days I have spent killing myself to get three major projects in on time, so I haven't had time to do anything but work. I've put in my all, yet somehow I still feel defeated.
Hannah, my self-confessed social-phobic roommate has spent the the past few days coming in at two in the morning and generally partying it up with her breakfast crew, and while though I am glad she's learning to keep herself afloat, it only seems to put my own recent self-inflicted hermitage into sharper contrast. I also received a friends request on facebook from Charlotte, the cheery little British girl who I was friends with in middle school, whom now, according to her facebook pictures, is a beautiful slut. The fact only made me feel more alienated, more ugly.
It's like trying to live up to my sister's standards of body size, all over again. I almost want to do something terribly drastic.
Shit, I should have called up Ashley and asked if she wanted to hit Frat Row. But my Anthropology exam is tomorrow. Maybe Saturday Night. Maybe I'll grow my hair out, and perm it, or whatever Charlotte did to hers to make it so curly. I know hers used to be stick-straight.
Hannah, my self-confessed social-phobic roommate has spent the the past few days coming in at two in the morning and generally partying it up with her breakfast crew, and while though I am glad she's learning to keep herself afloat, it only seems to put my own recent self-inflicted hermitage into sharper contrast. I also received a friends request on facebook from Charlotte, the cheery little British girl who I was friends with in middle school, whom now, according to her facebook pictures, is a beautiful slut. The fact only made me feel more alienated, more ugly.
It's like trying to live up to my sister's standards of body size, all over again. I almost want to do something terribly drastic.
Shit, I should have called up Ashley and asked if she wanted to hit Frat Row. But my Anthropology exam is tomorrow. Maybe Saturday Night. Maybe I'll grow my hair out, and perm it, or whatever Charlotte did to hers to make it so curly. I know hers used to be stick-straight.