Bitches.

Okay, so as of late I have been in an emotional roller coaster that seems to have gone off track and is currently being swirled around in a vortex-ey tornado of fuck.

a) School blows Mexican dick and I'm becoming very frustrated with the admissions office and I am tempted to drop out of school altogether and become a New York hair stylist that chews gum like a cow and rants on to her clients about waxing her vag and smoking cigarettes.

b) I'm frustrated with some certain people that I went to high school with. I feel like, though they claim to be my friends, that they think I am a worthless piece of shit. I'm not sorry that I don't go to an Ivy league school or get spectacular grades and plan on working a job that will pay me enough to buy a small island. I'd rather be happy experiencing life and having a good fun while learning how to actually survive in the real world than learning how to make some chemicals in a lab. And, fun fact, being a stuck up, shallow dick will not bring you happiness, so maybe try being a little less judgmental of how other people choose to live their lives and, in the end, just shut the fuck up.

c) I feel as though people have taken advantage of my absence from Eau Claire. Apparently, from what I have heard, freshmen are being a little too sassy and other people are talking a little too much shit. So, I want this to serve as sort of a warning: y'all better watch out. I'm coming back and I'm coming back hard. I've spent a lot of time alone this semester, figuring my life out and whatnot, and you know what that means? It means I've gotten a lot stronger emotionally and mentally and also a hell of a lot crazier. You never know if your name will end up in Flipside if I have a tiff with you and I also have a tendency to scream at people through bathroom doors. And no one will earn brownie points for being nice to me on Facebook; you earn brownie points by not fucking with my emotions. And if you fuck with my emotions, I will fuck with you. (That may or may not sound a lot scarier than it actually will play out to be.)