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I had a good weekend so far although tomorrow will be all work and no play. I went to see one of my best friends Friday night. It was kind of crazy because it was snowing so much that there were tons of trees down on her street and it was hard to get to her house. But I managed somehow. We had a good time, as we always do, and I made my first snowman ever. I know, eighteen and never made a snowman. I never said I wasn’t somewhat pathetic.

I also went to see Mr. Man this weekend. Mr. Man, obviously not his real name, is this guy I’ve been “associating with” (hehe) for the last few weeks. He’s cool. That was fun cause he is such a sweetie and he is really funny. Plus he gave me back 14.50 for the Metro North ride! I didn’t complain on that front.

They were both in my hometown. She lives there and he was there for business. It was really surreal to see how much everything has changed. I’ve only been away for three years and it’s like I don’t know anything anymore. All that is there are memories. Memories that I created and that no one else will ever know. It gives one a wondrous feeling really; an almost overwhelming one to be sure. As Adele says, “Round my hometown, memories are fresh. Round my hometown, ohh, the people I’ve met are the wonder of my world.”

Quick update about last post: I think I’ll give my roommate names, not real ones of course, because they will probably be talked about a lot on here. No internet roommate is Pee and cute birthday roommate it Jay. I also have another roommate who is rarely there, but I’ll call her Veen.

Pee is still stomping around like everyone gives a fuck about her. She slams all the doors and leaves all the cabinets open and lights on, which she knows annoys me. Also, every dish that we have in our kitchen is in the sink right now is in the sink. Pee, might I add, is the only one who didn’t wash dishes yet this semester and she complains because our kitchen is so dirty. SO WASH THE DISHES!

I was thinking after I originally wrote this on Word…this year and all its drama will be the memories I soon will look back on. And this city I live in now, I hope to make it my “hometown.” So I will adopt Adele once again in the sight of this thought. “Round my hometown, memories are fresh. Round my hometown, ohh, the people I’ve met are the wonder of my world.”

Folie A Deux

My roommate is mad at me because she can’t get on the internet and it’s my fault. I “supposedly” downloaded and illegal movie and ITS says her IP did it and that now she has to suffer. Honestly, I’m really sorry if it is my fault. I didn’t mean to do anything that would jeopardize her. But really, it’s not my fault that ITS can’t properly recognize an IP address. But whatever. I’m sorry. Now she is going to be a bitch to me for the rest of the year if she doesn’t get this settled. And it’s all my fault, might I reiterate. I can say that I’m sorry a million times, but that won’t solve the problem and I don’t want my internet to be shut off instead of hers. I don’t value her friendship that much. I think she deserves it, the bitch. All she does is talk about me and everyone else she knows behind our backs to my other roommates and her friends. So bitch, keep slamming those doors and GO FUCK YOURSELF!

On to other topics, I’m mad at my mother. Well I’m not really mad, so much as frustrated. I’ve been trying to contact her for the last 16 hours. I have a textbook to buy and I’ve been telling her this for weeks. But now that I have 300 pages to read from it she tells me she forgot to give me the 200 dollars to buy it. I know I sound spoiled and I should get a job and pay for it myself, but I’ve been trying. I applied to like, 20 jobs. I haven’t heard back from any of them. And it sucks cause I have no job experience so nobody wants to hire me and I can’t get a job to get experience. It’s a vicious cycle and I hate it. So mommy, please give me the money by tomorrow at 11. Thanks.

My other roommate had her 19^th birthday today. It’s funny cause she is physically the oldest but she acts the youngest, by far. Today she cried over the fact that her aunt sent her a cake. She wouldn’t be able to be there to pick it up so she got stressed over it and started to cry. I had dinner plans but she just looked so distressed so I cut my plans short and got it for her. She’s so whiny and childish and annoying at times, but I love her. She really reminds me of the innocence that I no longer have. If I had the ability to get stressed out by a cake… Now it’s all about school and other people’s bullshit. God I wish I could cry over cake.

I’m so freaking tired of drama. I think that’s why I don’t have that many friends. I really can’t stand when shit hits the fan and I have to hear the whimpering. I just am not comforting when it happens. To me it’s like, well that sucks but what are you going to do to fix it? I guess that makes me a bad friend. Whatever. As Fall Out Boy would say, “I don’t care what you think.” I do believe they continue by say, “as long as it’s about me.” But I don’t want that part so I officially toss it out. “I don’t care what you think.”