2 of my roommates are in the same bio class as me. I told the one who isn’t in the class that I got a B- on the last exam and now she’s telling the other 2 roommates (apparently they did worse?) But they’re in there flipping shit because I don’t go to class/shrugging it off by saying I study a lot more than they do.
Bro I started studying for that exam twelve hours before the test. I just did better, calm yourself.
I think I might live by myself next year. I found these apartments in Carrboro that are about $100/mo more expensive than mine, but the entire thing would be mine. Bedroom, bath, walk-in closet, living room, kitchen, porch, washer/dryer. Pet friendly. On 2 bus lines.
Astrology has always been a guilty pleasure of mine, especially since I’ve grown up a bit and I’ve really become rooted in science/biology. I feel like admitting that this is something I like is somehow revealing I’m hypocritical or shallow. But this is so accurate. I love that my birthday is known as “The Day of Heaven and Hell,” because that’s how I feel about myself so often.
this weekend was the worst good weekend ever/the best awful weekend ever.
I didn’t sleep at all on Thursday night because I had an early exam on Friday. After that I had a 2.5 hour drive to this tiny school in Virginia. The drive was beautiful, but man I was so tired.
I’m so awkward and shy. I felt like no one liked me. I’m so used to that feeling and I’m tired of feeling like it’s normal to just not mesh with anyone. I don’t know how to be a friend anymore. It’s something wrong with me, I know it has to be. It just upsets me because I try and no matter what it comes back to me that so-and-so just doesn’t want to see me, doesn’t like me, thinks I did something I didn’t do, whathaveyou
I shouldn’t have slapped that guy. I got so drunk. I don’t know how it happened. I’m so embarrassed. I’ve been sleeping it off for almost 48 hours now. I don’t know if I can cry about these things anymore. I just want to be with Jan because for some reason he doesn’t hate me even though a lot of people do.
I really really just want people to stop hating me because it’s at the point where I just get really bad anxiety about going out because I’m afraid I’ll ruin someone’s night by being there or I’ll do something to reaffirm the already popular opinion that I’m fucking terrible.