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Even scarier to me that people reading what I write about them is self censorship. I would feel jailed (like I did when I tried it before) if I felt like I had to hide my thoughts or not say certain things for fear they be seen or misunderstood.

Its inevitable that my thoughts will be misunderstood simply because I don't post them here in a bid to make them clear to the reader. They are mine, I'm just feeding my inner exhibitionist by putting them on the internet.

That being said, I'm out of here!!!

gosh adulthood sucks ass!! I havent got my first paycheck yet, and Im poor already!! Worrahell?
Then I gotta go give some dentist like $3,500 of my money, because I was too poor/too lazy to deal with it before? And of course, now I am off daddy's payroll, the expenses rear their ugle heads *rollseyes*

Its all good. As my aunt said yesterday, "Welcome to adulthood."

eh.

Wistful

I miss everyone. I got back from Miami, wilded out all week ( the party started Thursday and ended tonight) and it hit me. Its over.

I'm gone come May.

Friday night was amazing. I went out in an itty bitty dress (Beyonce, as much as I hate to admit it, was right about that dress) and got enough "Daaaaayum's" and double takes to last me the rest of the semester. And, of course, the attention didn't do much for my decision to behave myself. It was a blast though.

Tonight was more special. Everyone came out and I saw everyone and saw oh so clearly exactly why I'm going to miss absolutely every last one of them.

From Mr. Nigeria with his "I'm going to DO that girl men!!" and the flip to a serious conversation about reality in the next sentence to Femi Kuti and his dance floor antics. From Ikenna and his "always on time"-ness to Ek.eh and how adorable he is when he is trying to act grown. I saw Warm Body and it hit me how much I missed they day we met when we sat there and chilled for the entire day. I fucked up. I should have let things be the way they were and had someone I could sit with and shoot the shit for 9 straight hours.

Ov.ie and I had a funny moment.
I asked him what he was doing later. I meant graduation. He thought I meant after the party so he said he was going to pass out in his bed from exhaustion. I said that was nice, but it wasn't what i meant. The look on his face was worth money. Even funnier was how I sharply denied any underhanded intentions and his mock hurt. I'll miss his smile when I tease him about being hot.

I'm done. I have another exam to fail on Monday. Screwed is the understatement of the century.

I'm seriously going to miss this place. Everyone is going to think I'm crazy with my pre-emptive I miss you's.