)*9(

I just walked in the door from my college orientataion, and i only almost burst into tears three times. it was awful and boring and my academic advisor didnt seem to think it was important to show up so i had to talk to some random man in another area of disinterest. im taking classes im sure ill hate, but they sound easy so thats nice.

other news 2 follows down, 2 left, until im officially a waitress. isnt that fun. youll have to come and see me. i might be able to get you some free fountain drinks!!! i think i might not actually be horrible at this job. i might even be good at it, i dont want to put too much pressure on myself of course, because being medicore is ok too, but maybe just maybe i wont be.

brandon is awful he doesnt want to come and vsit

i hate sharing cars with the fam, im stuck at home with the caddy and its out of oil


lately ive been feeling like writing something like oh i dont know slightly deeper perhaps, but its like for some reason i feel its inappropriate. maybe ill just shelve that thought for a while, or put it in the handy dandy real journal ive got.

this post is terrible but i dont care