I always hate this point during semesters.....the point where you realize that you should probably kick into high gear if you want to make decent grades. I hate FINALS. Although F.I.N.A.L.S has really near always translated into Fuck. I Never Actually Learned this Shit. The only difference this year is that I actually started strong in my classes. One one of my first exams I actually even got a 3.0. I was stoked! I can count the 3.0's and above that I have gotten college on one hand. Actually, probably on two fingers. But at least I started off good this semester.
Bobby and I are still fighting. I swear if I had $200 right now I would pay to have his phone turned off myself. This is turning into a terrible fiasco and I can only blame myself for it. It made me argue, fight, and say mean things to him yesterday. I didn't want to, but he pulled me into it. I completely wash my hands of him now. He tried EVERY insult he could come up with. He called me ugly, fat, stupid, talked about my grades, talked about me not being able to join the sorority I wanted to join, everything. Everything I ever confided in him, he regurgitated it and put it all back in my face. I really don't like him anymore. I can never even picture being his friend again.
Why is it so freaking hard for me to find a flipping job!? God must have something wonderful in store because it seems like everything is falling through. Every time the temp. agency calls magically my phone is out of service. wth. I got 1 interview after about 50 applications and didn't get the job. This is getting really old.
Me and KF are doing good. I guess, he is coming up here this weekend. =) <3
