This is what I was told to do to make my last 42 days of college better: hang out with people who actually like me.

Oh.

Went to bed before 10 last night. I'm SO COOL.

I need to stop having dreams about being terminally ill.

Seriously. NO ONE CARES THAT I AM HERE. Besides Sam. And that is how it's going to be for the next 7 weeks. Why can't I go back to England?

Not really. But I've reached the point where I feel I would walk around naked all day at Grinnell, and I'd be invisible/no one would notice my existence.

HOLD UP.

I really can't handle death. I know, most people have a difficult time with it. But, I didn't even KNOW this girl, and I can't say how much I've cried in the past day. It doesn't seem real to me that someone who is younger than me can die like that. I keep reading news articles and thinking, "Maybe they've got it wrong. Maybe she isn't really ( Read more... )

When I say I don't care, I MEAN IT. Seriously. Why would I want to "make up" with people who have made my life shitty for the past 6 months? No, I'm not going to regret not fixing this and realize I miss them once I leave here. I didn't think about ANYONE from Grinnell while I was at USC (except for Ben perhaps), and that's no lie. Ever since ( Read more... )

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Sandy is a HO because she tells me to update my lj when she barely updates her own! Boooo.

Gaussian is a WHORE too.

No one talks to me anymore, and I'm so tired of figuring out why. I haven't been stupid enough to cause irritation (at least any that I'm aware of), so all I can assume is that suddenly everyone has caught a really bad case of bitch. Yup, that's probably it.

I hate feeling like I have the plague.