So I waited for my VDC just now. It's done. I got it. Probably in the complex I want too since I got there at friggin 7:30 in the morning. But it's sad. The husband, the roomie, and the Croatian didn't get VDC. Hell, The roomie didn't even hit VDCN. That makes me hella sad. So next year, it'll have to be like a repeat of this year. I have to make all new friends with the people I live with. I have to get used to the new habits and new attitudes of people. It'll be nothing new. Just awkward. I love adversity and finding out about myself an everything, but damn it all, I want some constancy, or closure, or whatever society allows tired, old people to have. I'm not old, but it'd be nice to have that kind of privilege once in a while. THIS IS ONE OF THEM. Goodness.
Tonight, I'll brave the LGBT organization on campus. Kayleen, I love you, but I seriously hate you for making me go. Why are you such an influence on my life? Why do you make me feel like I'm necessary in this world? I love you. Change for the better, but never change for me.
In other news, this serious crush thing is really killing me. I have to stop crushing on certain people, especially when that certain person is definitely NOT interested "-_-;;"
I need to get on task. This paper will murder me, I'm sure of it. Jane Austen needs to stop posting work posthumously.
Later days. Lights out.
And the wind brought Clive @ 9:42 AM
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