The people at my work are agreeable for the most part. I can't say that I would want to be good friends with any of them, but they're fine enough to work with. I wish that Minhua was back from vacation, because then at least I would have someone to talk to about interesting things. One of the girls has this really habitual nervous laugh that comes out after every sentence. I try to ignore it, but it's a little bit annoying. At lunch, it's impossible to go outside, because it's just SO hot out. So I usually stay in and eat my lunch, and work on my crossword puzzle from the little subway newspaper. It's not so bad. One day we went to visit the Coop, which is the university book store.
I was supposed to go out tonight with Kathleen, but I got too tired. I came home from work and was pooped. We were going to go out to Tilt, and I think tonight is just like, high energy dance music or something, but I was not in the mood to dance and deal with nasty creepy guys coming up to you and trying to dance with you. I mean, guys have to be 19+, but girls can be 18+ because they don't have enough girls showing up because of all of the nasty guys. Still, the inside is so cool. They've got a huge catwalk, lots of colored lights, mist, platforms...it's probably only about a year old, and it's still relatively nice. We'll try to go next week, when I don't have to work at 8 in the morning. I'll make sure just not to work next Saturday.
Umm..Joe has this friend who goes to UMass Amherst, so he gave her my screename, and she's really nice. It's really nice that he did something for me even though I totally ignore him a lot of the time and push him aside. He just still keeps thinking of me, I guess. Anyway, she offered to drive me around if I needed a ride anywhere on campus, and to just help me out when I needed it. Her name is Emily, and she's from Baltimore.
Also about college, I got my roommate assignment. I'm really pissed, because it's a girl named ASHLEY, and she's from Waltham. I've never really liked people named Ashley, and people from Waltham suck too. It's like one of those stupid not-really-rich-but-still-in-the-sort-of-suburbs towns. There, everyone is into sports, clothes from AE, and other lame and predictable things. If she ends up being one of those blonde bimbos, I don't know how I'm going to live with her. If she's anything like me, then I really don't know how I'm going to live with her. I just hope that she ends up being an okay person. If she's a total social outcast and a big dork, then I really don't care. With people like that, you can try to become their friend, and if they won't have it, just ignore them. I know it sounds cruel-hearted, but I'm not going to make this bitch like me. Take me as I am, and if you don't like me, then screw. I don't have time to deal with people. I know this sounds stupid because I haven't even met her yet, but I'm preparing for the worst. I'm not calling her either; she can call me if she really wants. I can see her now, wearing something like a Waltham lacrosse sweatshirt, a pair of jeans from Abercrombie, and her highlighted hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Hi. I'm Ashley." Yeah, whatever, bitch.
Furthermore, I still haven't told Jason which college I'm going to. I'm am so ashamed beyond words to tell him. I mean, come on now...he's going to a top ranked school, he's got his entire room and board paid for through a scholarship, and he's going to breeze through his classes. He's already got enough AP credit to skip his freshmen year. I, on the other hand, got rejected from where I wanted to go to get my start, Columbia, and also got shit from my friends about going to the school I finally chose, and...I feel so stupid. No matter how ashamed it makes me, I've told everyone else and stood out the embarassment...but I can't bring myself to tell him. Everyone saw so much for me. I was in the top 4% of my class, involved, bright, ready to take on the world of education, and then...I get rejected from all of my Ivys and other high end schools. I don't understand. I still feel not good enough and like a total loser. I feel as if I've disappointed everyone. Disappointment. That's what I feel the most.
Anyhow, I'll have to tell some time or later. For now, I'll just forget about it.