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Out of the blue, I realized it was six months ago today (the 29th) was the last time I spoke amicably with one of the closest friends I ever had. Or so I thought. Perhaps I should buy a cake.
Now she pretends we never met when we run into one another. Mature.
Well, I have news for her:
I don't miss you, either.
In better news,
My job is going well. It's kind of annoying, but I get the perfect amount of hours and I can hang out with Abbey on my breaks. I just wish the schedule for the following week was put up before Friday.
I'm almost through with scholarship bullshit! Not that I worked that hard on it to begin with. But it's nice to have one less thing to think about.
My creative writing class has helped me grow as a writer, especially grammatically, but I really wish I didn't take it my last semester of my senior year. Because I'm so fucked.
Why are people so interested in how I'm wearing my hair for prom? Who the fuck will be looking at my hair? And I'm not sure how comfortable I really am with sitting with my prom date's conservative, Bible-beating buddies at the dinner portion of the evening. Not that I had a better idea. Then again, it's bad manners to discuss politic and religion in mixed company. Not that I'm new to being the only liberal in a group of my peers. I hate Aroostook County.
That ought to do it for now.
Now she pretends we never met when we run into one another. Mature.
Well, I have news for her:
I don't miss you, either.
In better news,
My job is going well. It's kind of annoying, but I get the perfect amount of hours and I can hang out with Abbey on my breaks. I just wish the schedule for the following week was put up before Friday.
I'm almost through with scholarship bullshit! Not that I worked that hard on it to begin with. But it's nice to have one less thing to think about.
My creative writing class has helped me grow as a writer, especially grammatically, but I really wish I didn't take it my last semester of my senior year. Because I'm so fucked.
Why are people so interested in how I'm wearing my hair for prom? Who the fuck will be looking at my hair? And I'm not sure how comfortable I really am with sitting with my prom date's conservative, Bible-beating buddies at the dinner portion of the evening. Not that I had a better idea. Then again, it's bad manners to discuss politic and religion in mixed company. Not that I'm new to being the only liberal in a group of my peers. I hate Aroostook County.
That ought to do it for now.