Week One

I've made it through my first week of college completely intact and with a shit load of reading to do by Monday. Right now I'm on the completely deserted 6th floor of the Library Annex here @ the wonderful Texas A&M University because my roommate is in the room with her boyfriend and I think I walked in on her giving him head.

Boy do I have something to tell ya'll. Guess who cornered me the other day in the MSC Bookstore, none other than my bestfriend (?) from high school, Grn. If you haven't read the post underneath then let me tell you that I've just been hiding from this person since I came, but there's no where to hide when they're coming directly towards you. You know, it wasn't horrible finally coming face to face with him, no, the horrible part was seeing what he had on his face....MAKE UP!!. Yes it's true, his eyes were lined in black mascara and he had a powdery white powder on his face that made him look like a used up drug whore. One of the first things he said to me was...."Every since I started wearing this make-up a whole bunch of boys have been hitting on me." Ahhhh! He then proceeded to tell me of the boyfriends that dumped him because he wouldn't have sex with them and I proceeded to try to keep a look of total dismay from completely taking over. I think the make-up wearing comes from when I saw him in June for my orientation. Grn has wanted to be a model since I met him and on that day in June he was telling me about how one of his new friends had put some make-up on him and apparently he loved how flawless it made him look. He didn't tell me this, but I think I'm right.

Anywho, I'm going back to Killeen today to stay with the McMillians who you guys don't know because I haven't told ya'll about staying with my father all Summer and falling in love with this completely wonderful family that thinks I'm great. [I just farted and it sounded really loud in this quiet room] Yea, they're coming to pick me up for the weekend because they miss me, plus I got their 14 year old son to sorta come out of his shell. My hidden talent: I could make a mute sing the National Anthem. I have to go, I have to study [yea right] and I gonna fill out a job application for my dorm's coffee spot....Wish me luck.