I’ll probably end up bitching about it all summer. I won’t ever want to touch another tray again by the time August rolls around. The perks?
It prevents me from being homeless.
I get to move into the dorms earlier than everyone else.
I won’t starve.
And my “father” tried to contact me. Yuck. Apparently my sister wants money to make up for the lack of child support over the course of seventeen years. Would I like money? Yeah, hell yeah, I would. I have less than a hundred dollars in the bank, two thirds of which will be covering bills. Am I going to pursue money from him? No way in hell. I don’t need his help. Though I would appreciate him not contacting me to blame me for the fact that my sister feels otherwise.
I saw a drag show. Did my laundry for free. Bought a dress. Went to a zombie themed restaurant. Got into an art museum for free. Attended a party.
I just thought I’d say hi. I wonder what the etymology of “hi” is. Does anyone know? Or care? I care. Maybe. For a little while. I got another haircut. If I go any shorter I’ll look like a boy. I suppose I wouldn’t actually look like a boy. I’ve got boobs, and a somewhat feminine face. I think it would be more proper to say that my haircut would be androgynous. Why should one gender get to claim anything solely as its own? Seems rather selfish and stupid to me.
This is about that time of the week where I talk about how I’m a dumbass.
I made out with my roommate. I did sexual things with my roommate. I’m not sure I’m even attracted to my roommate. And he’s my fucking roommate. Bad pun, sorry.
I’m not grown up enough to have casual sex. Even though he’s letting me set the pace and not rushing me at all and asking me if I sure…why am I being so immature about this?
I knew he was sexually attracted to me.
So why was this a surprise?
On the bright side, I’ll be having sex.
On the downside, I’m insecure about my skills in bed. And my restrained responses might make him feel the same way.
