First Semester at USC done....ohh the drama.

Hello!

So, first semester at USC. Completed....and not as well as I had hoped for. Constant drama, all semester. First- Roommate was TOTALLY psycho! REALLY scary stuff....she's moving out as we speak, due to eviction. It's pretty awkward right now, especially since we work together. Ohhh, and i have to stay at my grandparents house til she gets out due to her boyfriend threatening me and stuff. It's been lovely.
And because of her, hardly any sleep all semester because she wouldn't shut the hell up with her nasty boyfriend....so my grades slipped. Worst semester I've ever had since i started college....and i'm upset.

Second. Frat boys. Nasty, Disgusting, Arrogent, Selfish, Self Absorbed, Punk Ass Frat Boys.
Had my run in with one....had me (almost) (for a brief second) convinced he was nice- And that for once, I had a decent guy, with brains, looks and money....who actually enjoyed me and my company. But...as we all know, that is not how my life works in the world of Men.....sooooo one evening, driving around in his car....he (literally) pulls his junk out (YES his PENIS) and says "Get down here, or get out". No warning....just pulls his stuff out and expects me to want it in my mouth...........
I got out, quickly...walked home in downtown Columbia, alone. (Assembly street is creepy at 11pm, walking alone btw), and I now abhor all frat boys.

There's been other drama(s)...mostly revolving around guys. .....such piss ants.
But i'll have more time to blog again now that it's summer....so stories to come later.

Other than that....work is good, summer is here, good friend is moving in to replace psycho crazy.......and that's about it. Just surviving......


In the words of Lady Gaga- "I'm on the Right Track, Baby- I was born to Survive".

Breath, just breathe.

So the past week has been a nonstop battle with my roommate. She's pretty vindictive. But has now decided to spend most of her nights at some random guy's house, which suits me just fine.
The imaturity level of people astounds me. Grow up.

I hate the constant sway of one day being super happy and one day being super down. Something is always going on to change my mood. I just want calm and content. I hate how I have all this amazing stuff going on, yet....I'm still not happy. It's like something is missing all the time. I don't know what it is. I don't know if I Need to get out of SC or what.
More or less, i just feel lonely all the time. I don't know why, but I do.
Maybe I'm just petty.

Happiness? Nevermind...

Well things were going great.
Now my roommate has unleashed hell on me.

Go figured.

Can't trust people as far as I see them.

Yeah I don't know anymore.

I really don't understand anything about men.

Maybe I should go be a nun.

that is all.

Sorrow

My best friend gave birth to her daughter this morning. She was stillborn. My heart is broken for her and her husband.

I feel like baby Rachel would have been my like own niece, as Sarah is like my sister. I'm having a hard time accepting the news, after watching how happy they were, helping them get the nursery finished, knowing that the baby would have been a huge part of my life......i just feel like they have been screwed over above an beyond.

Oh how life changes.

In the past two weeks, I have-

1. Had friends throw up and pass out in my bathroom

2. Had myself throw up and pass out in my bathroom. (btw, the bathroom now has the title, "The Almost Bathroom", because everyone gets to the bathroom...but nothing makes it into the toliet during a drunken moment)

3. Called the police on my neighbors....twice in less than a week.

4. Wandered around campus like a fool....but have finally found my way and no longer a newbie.

5. Stood up to my mom.

6. Went to 5 points and hung out for the first time

7. Discovered that the smoothies from The Russell House......are amazing.

8. Hung up on someone for the first time ever. Supposed friends act arrogent, vague and rude.....my temper can't handle that anymore. So tired of silly people who want to take all of their self absorbed personal issues and try to make it look like it's YOUR fault. Well it's not MY fault that you are an asshole....that's YOUR fault. So don't blame me or try to make me feel bad. I'm done with you anyway....no respect for you.

9. Bought groceries for the first time....on my own, for myself, nobody else.

10. Made epic French Onion Chicken recipe.

11. On the drunken night of our first party....found it most necessary to sit in the kitchen sink. And Mission accomplished. I was successful.

Anyway......classes are amazing. I really think that i am in love with USC, and i haven't even discovered anything but the basic campus area.

I find myself very interested in "Hotstuff"....as we like to call him.....and it's probably not a good idea, but i can't help it. He's older, he's got a house..........he's really cool.

Oh and I'm looking at an internship with the FBI. That means...6 months in Washington D.C.

that's the news for now.......time for sleep. I AM SCHWEEPY.

Life living downtown.

Finally got the apartment totally situated. Can't believe we've already been living here three weeks now.

I've figured out the best shuttle routes from the apartment complex. One route drops me off directly in front of my 8am class on Tues/Thurs. Monday/Wednesday/Friday, it drops me off at the Horseshoe and I walk a couple of blocks. That's the best one I could find for my classes on those days.

A good friend of mine from my old job is in one of my Criminology courses. It'll be good to have someone to study with. The class should be easy. So far I'm pretty excited about all my classes. Out of 4 classes, I only have 2 papers to write for the whole semester. Not bad at all.

I signed up for 3 different fitness classes and a yoga class over at Strom. I signed up for BalletCore, Cycling, Zumba and then the yoga. I need stuff to do on breaks and on nights that I'm off, but my roomie works. Plus I've already lost a little bit of weight, but I want to loose about 10 to 15 more pounds. My roommate is taking classes too, but we will only take one yoga class together.

We wanna be BAMFS......haha.

We had to call the police on the apartment above us a few nights ago. They were being wild as hell at 3am.....wouldn't stop. The cops actually busted them, so we believe, for underage drinking and what not. We tried to get them to quiet down ourselves, but they told us to fuck off.....so the city got a call.

Anyway, nap time. 8am classes are a pain.