This is how we breathe, underwater.
So busy.
I don't want to bitch or moan. I'm just tired and worried about school and financial responsibilities. I do not have a job at the moment, which defines the dynamic between me and my parents.
Since I moved away from my first apartment (yeah, there's also that bit of news), I have no time to eat on campus. It's not feasible to come all the way back for dinner, nor is it enjoyable to steal peanut butter sandwiches in order to eat away from the halls. I've had to be extremely crafty with my fruit pilfering skills and step it up a notch, but it still sucks. I'm wasting money in so many ways. Paying for an apartment I no longer live in, and for a meal plan I barely have time to use.
The meal plan is seriously inescapable. Once you buy it, you are stuck on it. When I tried to get some sort of refund, not even a full refund, they told me I'd be responsible for an 80% penalty rate for canceling now. That means that I basically keep paying the exact amount (minus the 20% refund... OH BOY!) and would no longer be allowed to, you know, eat. UGA food service rapes you.
-_-
But yeah, as for other things. I may or may not almost have a pseudo relationship possibility or.. something. I don't know. There aren't enough noncommittal words in the English language to adequately describe how vague it is.
At least I'm not in love with a boy who doesn't love me back anymore. It feels great to say that and mean it. I genuinely do not care. ...but now I'm being the vague one. TRYING to not pull a Remy here. I wouldn't want someone else to go through being me last year.
I like being single. I just missed boys. I pretty much want to keep the open thing going. Doing whatever is nice.
I don't want to bitch or moan. I'm just tired and worried about school and financial responsibilities. I do not have a job at the moment, which defines the dynamic between me and my parents.
Since I moved away from my first apartment (yeah, there's also that bit of news), I have no time to eat on campus. It's not feasible to come all the way back for dinner, nor is it enjoyable to steal peanut butter sandwiches in order to eat away from the halls. I've had to be extremely crafty with my fruit pilfering skills and step it up a notch, but it still sucks. I'm wasting money in so many ways. Paying for an apartment I no longer live in, and for a meal plan I barely have time to use.
The meal plan is seriously inescapable. Once you buy it, you are stuck on it. When I tried to get some sort of refund, not even a full refund, they told me I'd be responsible for an 80% penalty rate for canceling now. That means that I basically keep paying the exact amount (minus the 20% refund... OH BOY!) and would no longer be allowed to, you know, eat. UGA food service rapes you.
-_-
But yeah, as for other things. I may or may not almost have a pseudo relationship possibility or.. something. I don't know. There aren't enough noncommittal words in the English language to adequately describe how vague it is.
At least I'm not in love with a boy who doesn't love me back anymore. It feels great to say that and mean it. I genuinely do not care. ...but now I'm being the vague one. TRYING to not pull a Remy here. I wouldn't want someone else to go through being me last year.
I like being single. I just missed boys. I pretty much want to keep the open thing going. Doing whatever is nice.