yesteryearsgirl

last night i dreamt i was a suicide girl. ahahahahahahahahaha. in other news. i'm going to unca. also i'm not getting married this summer, but i am moving in with an amazing boy. my life is cluster fucked when it comes to matters of getting a job, school, and my family. but that's life. today is reading day, last night it was like a full moon. everyone got shit faced and ran around campus like lunatics. it was amazing. i slept through most of it because i'm so fucking boring and i hate most people. but i did wake up and talk to my roomie for an hour at 4 am. when our suitemates drunk boyfriend started loudly moaning (in a non sexual way, just in a really drunk and stumbling around the suite way) and then they started pounding the wall because we were talking. fuckers. or maybe she was getting laid. that would be amazing. yay reading day. i'm going to start a scavenger hunt and then go to the lake with my posse. who after 11 days from now i'll hardly never see. sad, but also necessary. i wonder if they'll even give a shit when i'm gone. doubtful. they're cool, but most of them are just replacement friends, fillers for when the real ones aren't around. but i love them. anyway. time to vamoose.