Alright, so in a few days, I turn twenty *woo*. And I've been thinking A LOT about how this year has gone. Since I'm not ashamed, let me tell you what's been up.
1) My bf of eight months (not that that's a long time), and the dude who I gained a little bit of weight and a ton of estrogen for (i you know science, you get what I'm saying) breaks up with me. I go crazy. Because I'm a dumbass like that. We go back and forth, date again, don't date again, blahblahblah. Finally, during one off period...
2) Due to lack of self respect at the time, I "hang out" with the exes brand new roommate. Smart. So smart. So now, I'm a drama bitch.
3) I move out of the parent's house and get a job working retail. High heel retail.
4) Ex and I are on again, I'm stressed because I got B's and a C in school (still mostly A's), and finally he completely ends it (partially because his friends are starting to really hate me now... wonder why?).
5) At work, I'm a "breath of fresh air, and I realize that I have not been in a good place the past year. I decide to get back on track.
6) I go to a party I was accidentally invited to in order to prove that I can go to a party without acting up. I do it, but some old high school buddy gives me his number. I don't intend to call him, but...
7) I leave my precious notebook of poetry at the house we were at last night. Since I proved my point the night before and didn't want to piss anyone off more, I dial in the number and invite him to dinner, asking if he'd stop by the wharf (nickname for exes house of dead things, depression, and hallucinogens). My excuse wasn't the nice thing, I was using him (my god was I evil this year ).
8) I end up liking him. A lot. You know how high school crushes normally result in both parties pretending to hate each other? He did the hate thing, I did the "aaw, don't bust your chops" thing. Apparently though, what I knew was a crush on my side was one on his side as well. So... Even now, we're not dating dating, but yeah... he's awesome. With problems. Like everyone who has touched the dark side of that world.
9) School. Work. Ishboy. Not surviving college with a high GPA (damnit). Astronomy burning up my brains. Work. School. School. Work. Family. Work. School. Family.
10) And I have intel that there's more to come...

I think that I will create a new account. Transfer this stuff over, or whatever, then move on. So... go ahead and look for little miss SuburbanTwinkie soon. I've gone all hip hop fake rapster etc. The angst thing... yeah, not me anymore.

PS. Anyone wanna wire me school-book money? I'm a little short.


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