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Gah! You never realize how easily people can find things you write in these things until one of your friends decides to IM someone randomly and pretend to be you. And it's sort of insulting when they say you sound like an insane depressed person. I suppose I do, though. Sarcasm doesn't come across horribly well online. The worst part was that its existance came up in the presence of people that I really would rather not have read my journal... at all. Ever. Because I probably wrote mean things about them in here someplace. And it's bad when people know the truth when you've worked so hard to be nice about things. Afterall, most of the really negative things I said were during O-week and the first few weeks of class. Now all the negative stuff is mostly about my continuing frustration with substances (which is perfectly normal, having never dealt with it at all before) and how this stupid school keeps screwing me over with my scheduling and not giving me the papers they want me to fill out.
So, for the record... as far as I know, I am not manic-depressive.. and it helps if you know me before you read this stuff, because it sort of requires prior knowledge of my sense of humour and such. And an attitude that I generally don't acknowledge that anyone besides myself reads this regularly, and that maybe my close friends read it sometimes. I hate how everyone here has gotten the completely wrong impression of me. It's so hard to adjust without all your friends, especially when the lot of you never really bothered to have anything in common with the rest of the world, and just sat around and joked about the French teacher and her railings against drugs and preaching about Quebec, and singing Canada is really bit, and making fun of people at lunch that said things like "This stuffing isn't bad, it tastes like box."
Never thought I'd miss home so much... people here need to judge less, I guess. I try so hard not to judge people. Gosh darn the lot of them now, I don't care anymore. Maybe I will just let the whole freaking floor read this thing.
Now that I think of it, this really isn't the best entry for everyone that is going to read this journal now to read... but oh well. I can be bitter for real sometimes, non?
So, for the record... as far as I know, I am not manic-depressive.. and it helps if you know me before you read this stuff, because it sort of requires prior knowledge of my sense of humour and such. And an attitude that I generally don't acknowledge that anyone besides myself reads this regularly, and that maybe my close friends read it sometimes. I hate how everyone here has gotten the completely wrong impression of me. It's so hard to adjust without all your friends, especially when the lot of you never really bothered to have anything in common with the rest of the world, and just sat around and joked about the French teacher and her railings against drugs and preaching about Quebec, and singing Canada is really bit, and making fun of people at lunch that said things like "This stuffing isn't bad, it tastes like box."
Never thought I'd miss home so much... people here need to judge less, I guess. I try so hard not to judge people. Gosh darn the lot of them now, I don't care anymore. Maybe I will just let the whole freaking floor read this thing.
Now that I think of it, this really isn't the best entry for everyone that is going to read this journal now to read... but oh well. I can be bitter for real sometimes, non?
