I haven't written for a few days, but I guess that's understandable. It's actually surprising I'm able to write this now. Orientation has been a bitch, taking up everything and is basically causing an onrush of High School flashbacks. Lovely. I won't do drugs. I won't do drugs! I think I know all this shit by now. Except now I can't have my wine for my heart, so let's watch the pressure go up UP UP!
Anyhow, Clark is amazing. Everyone is so nice. I've met Carolyn, Nick C., Ian, and Dan. They're all so awesome. Then, I met another Nick who sat listening to me play guitar and sing for about 2 hours. Beth and Erin (met them too) were more of an audience and they all gave me tips! I'm rich! Yeah. Right. Well, richer than I was. No way in hell I'm recovering my book money that Mom just "inadvertently" spent on shit.
Wonderful. I guess I'll just have to fail and blame it on her and give her a little guilt trip this time. "What do you want from me?" she says. And then has the nerve to call me up and call me "sweetie". Sweet this. Yeah. I'm kind of freaking. I'll be fine, right? I'll get all my books from cheapo stores, etc and everything will be fine.
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