tl; dr version of the past 6-8 months as if anyone gives a shit:
In love with one cool motherfucker I call Juanald
Shot my GPA to hell 1st semester; will be spending approximately the entire rest of college clawing it out of this hole
Spending the summer in Chapel Thrillllllll for summer classes (ain’t no Sylva for this chick)
Got a better work-study job as a professional baby-entertainer (while they get their brains scanned and such)
No longer a miserable person. Gradually approaching an unfamiliar feeling that might be contentment but could also just be indigestion.
Summer Boy, last I heard, intended to be a modern day hobo, riding the rails and maybe going to Canada, rather than becoming an “American wage slave.” I was told of this plan in January, no word on changes to the plan.
Asshole McDoucheface (or whatever the fuck my codename for him was) almost knocked a girl up but didn’t, and seems quite content at WCU. He called me around Easter to apologize for wronging me and try to put us on better terms. I pretty much said “Cool story bro. My life doesn’t really have room in it for a shitty friendship with you. Sorry not sorry have a nice life.”
…BECAUSE I HAVE FUCKING MONO. BECAUSE I’M THE FUCKING GIRL WHO GOES AND CONTRACTS MONO A MONTH AFTER STARTING FUCKING COLLEGE. BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING SAD THREE WEEKENDS AGO OVER SOME FUCKING ASSHOLE AT HOME AND I REMEDIED THAT BY DRINKING WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH AND MAKING OUT WITH TOO MANY FUCKING STRANGERS AND NOT EVEN FUCKING ENJOYING IT.