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My Saturday night was spent in a hospital with my roommate and our two friends: an obnoxious gay guy and a cool lesbian. I had a minor panic attack because of the amount of time I had spent in a hospital this summer. Kalyah was only dehydrated, which I knew, because she told us that the last time she had a glass of water was two days ago. Four hours later, we were all reading Family Circle and Men's Vogue and desperately eating waiting-room crackers. By the time we got back to our dorm (~3:30 AM) I was barely clinging to my sanity. Kalyah then proceeded to crunch on granola until the wee hours of the morning, causing me to have anxiety dreams all night.
In other news, my cousin is consistently ditching me for her boyfriend.
My birthday was Thursday.
In other news, my cousin is consistently ditching me for her boyfriend.
My birthday was Thursday.