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This Valentines day was AWESOME because my boyfriend is a bajillion miles away in California so I got to spend it alone, just like every girl dreams.
Actually, it wasn't that bad. Allie and Alex both gave me little gifts, and I released anger by pushing through a crowd of people like it was a mosh-pit or something. A whole group of stupid girls were blocking the doors of the UGLC because they were afraid to go outside because it was sprinkling. OH NO! Their three-inch thick makeup might smear, and their curls might fall, and what about their pleather hooker-heels?! Please spare the pleather hooker-heels!
I don't understand why anyone gets so dolled up just to go to class. Okay, UTEP is on the side of a fucking mountain. There is no reason to wear heels to basically go HIKING. Ms. Byrne says it's border culture for women to always be dressed up, but Becky says they're trying to get their MRS. I think they're just trying to get laid.
The other night, Jaime called me at midnight-thirty. I don't remember answering the phone, or anything that we talked about, really. All I remember was telling him "No, I'm not too tired to talk!". But of course, my boyfriend is the master of calling at bad times. He called me at like seven this morning, and later on when I was just getting out of the shower. It's because he has naked-Randi senses/Randi's-sleeping-so-lets-wake-her-up senses.
I have really good news, but if I write it down or say it, I'll jinx it because apparantly that's how my life works.
Actually, it wasn't that bad. Allie and Alex both gave me little gifts, and I released anger by pushing through a crowd of people like it was a mosh-pit or something. A whole group of stupid girls were blocking the doors of the UGLC because they were afraid to go outside because it was sprinkling. OH NO! Their three-inch thick makeup might smear, and their curls might fall, and what about their pleather hooker-heels?! Please spare the pleather hooker-heels!
I don't understand why anyone gets so dolled up just to go to class. Okay, UTEP is on the side of a fucking mountain. There is no reason to wear heels to basically go HIKING. Ms. Byrne says it's border culture for women to always be dressed up, but Becky says they're trying to get their MRS. I think they're just trying to get laid.
The other night, Jaime called me at midnight-thirty. I don't remember answering the phone, or anything that we talked about, really. All I remember was telling him "No, I'm not too tired to talk!". But of course, my boyfriend is the master of calling at bad times. He called me at like seven this morning, and later on when I was just getting out of the shower. It's because he has naked-Randi senses/Randi's-sleeping-so-lets-wake-her-up senses.
I have really good news, but if I write it down or say it, I'll jinx it because apparantly that's how my life works.