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quicky fast update:
i transferred schools so i start tcnj on monday and im actually living on campus this semester so i move in on sunday. im rooming with my friend amanda from high school which should be cool cause we both hate people. i hope she doesn't throw up her food anymore cause i would totally hate living with a bullemic, i'd have to get me some anorexia cause i can't be around people with weight issues without me feeling like a fat ass. and im just not gonna go puking up my food thats gross.
shaun stole $200 from my bank account which he had to go to a lot of trouble to do. so i threatened to go to the cops and charge him with fraud and theft which would basically ruin his life because hes unemployed and he'd never get a real job with a record like that. im getting my money back from his mom tomorrow but that's not the point. he called me crying saying he needs to go to rehab (no shit sherlock) so we called places all fucking day. i think its just jersey but when you want to go to inpatient rehab they make you go to somewhere in the area for an "assessment". so you have to call a million places, most of which don't even answer the phone, and if someone does pick up they tell you that you're on a minimum of 2 weeks waiting list. a fucking waiting list to get rehab? uh hellooooooo if you're a drug addict and you have to wait over a week for help then you're probably gonna go get your high on. fucking stupid. it ticks me off that drug addicts that are ordered by the court to get help get it right away when they usually don't even want it, but if someone has a problem and they seek help they're basically turned away. and im not even angry because shaun didn't get help, just in general it's a fucked up system. i doubt shaun even wants help anyway.
i dyed my hair again finally. i was starting to look like trailer park barbie.
god damnit there is gonna be a serious bathroom situation when i move in to school. i am not dropping a deuce in front of anyone else so im gonna have to give my friend anna rexia a call. fuck me.
i transferred schools so i start tcnj on monday and im actually living on campus this semester so i move in on sunday. im rooming with my friend amanda from high school which should be cool cause we both hate people. i hope she doesn't throw up her food anymore cause i would totally hate living with a bullemic, i'd have to get me some anorexia cause i can't be around people with weight issues without me feeling like a fat ass. and im just not gonna go puking up my food thats gross.
shaun stole $200 from my bank account which he had to go to a lot of trouble to do. so i threatened to go to the cops and charge him with fraud and theft which would basically ruin his life because hes unemployed and he'd never get a real job with a record like that. im getting my money back from his mom tomorrow but that's not the point. he called me crying saying he needs to go to rehab (no shit sherlock) so we called places all fucking day. i think its just jersey but when you want to go to inpatient rehab they make you go to somewhere in the area for an "assessment". so you have to call a million places, most of which don't even answer the phone, and if someone does pick up they tell you that you're on a minimum of 2 weeks waiting list. a fucking waiting list to get rehab? uh hellooooooo if you're a drug addict and you have to wait over a week for help then you're probably gonna go get your high on. fucking stupid. it ticks me off that drug addicts that are ordered by the court to get help get it right away when they usually don't even want it, but if someone has a problem and they seek help they're basically turned away. and im not even angry because shaun didn't get help, just in general it's a fucked up system. i doubt shaun even wants help anyway.
i dyed my hair again finally. i was starting to look like trailer park barbie.
god damnit there is gonna be a serious bathroom situation when i move in to school. i am not dropping a deuce in front of anyone else so im gonna have to give my friend anna rexia a call. fuck me.