My Archives: August 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
On Saturday, I am leaving this wretched, boring place (the Philadelphia "burbs") to head back to State College. There, I will have places to go to drink, party, and dance my feet off, I'll be busy with classes and work and I'll have my own place. There will be THINGS TO DO. This summer has been a WASTE and a BORE.
I am angry that I came all the way home after moving in to the apartment because Matt had to work another week. The reason I followed him home was because I ASSUMED I would be meeting up with some of my friends this week because my birthday was on Monday. Guess how that turned out...out of the 40-some people I asked through Facebook event invite (many of them family members), not one person was neither able nor willing to put aside even a few hours this whole week. Most people didn't even bother responding.
I'm not too upset though, after I thought about it. The way I see it, I have not even three more days before I get to go to State College and leave all of the bullshit of this summer behind - forever. It used to be I loved the summer as a break from school. Now it's just the period of three and a half months where I am just unproductive, rack up more debt, get involved with mindless shitty drama, and get ignored by my own parents. Ever since I graduated from high school, I just wished we could just skip right from finals in May, straight to August. Fuck the summer.
That's why I'm getting wasted, fall-down-dead dangerously-intoxicated drunk this weekend with the only three people on the planet who spend or will spend any time with me at all: Matt, Gina, and Chris. And there will be no bullshit drama or I will throw people out of MY apartment. I seriously think that the reason there is so much drama in my life is because I surround myself with female friends and we just radiate bitchy bickering sometimes. Maybe at State College, I will make some male friends. That way, if there's a problem, we can just settle it with a fist fight. When it comes down to it, I'd rather get punched in the jaw than to have to go through female BS drama. I asked Matt the same question and his answer was the same: "I'd rather get punched. You women are crazy!"
Also, last night I told Matt, "Why don't we just get married by a justice of the peace?" I used to crave a big wedding ceremony but now that I've actually been in some and witnessed what goes on behind the scenes...I figured I can deal without the ridiculous fanciness of a ceremony if it means cutting out drama. Seriously, this is the reason I can't fucking wait to go to State College. I will make guy friends there and start all over. I only have two female friends at Penn State, Kelly and Gina. Kelly's awesome but I don't see her as much as I'd like to. Gina and I NEVER get into arguments. If things even get tense, I usually just poke her and she'll burst out laughing and I'll burst out laughing because I think the way she laughs is hilarious. We're more like guys in that respect; we're awesome and don't give a fuck.
So on Saturday morning, I will say, "Fuck Philadelphia! I'm outta here!"