blastoff
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There are maybe a thousand students at this school? maybe more. ugh. I can never keep track. anyway, it was around 3 and I went to check my computer for an update. it told me that I had five new e-mails... ONE FROM THE UNIVERSITY! AHHHHHHHHH! I ran downstairs and yelled at my mom “IT CAME! THE E-MAIL CAME!” she understood what I meant immediately and rushed upstairs. we looked at the e-mail together and what I saw was.... wow. super shocking. I got in. wait... I GOT IN?! AHHH! me and my mom were screaming our heads off and jumping up and down together. damn, I couldn’t wait to tell my dad! he is going to not shut the f**k up about it for weeks! anhhhhhhhhhhh! but now, that’s the interesting stuff. naturally, the rest of the afternoon had mild drama...
BI had been accepted into “Dicksons University of Massachusetts for the Educationally Gifted.”, AKA DUMEG. ha. I told my friends and they were like, “WHATTTTTT”. no one could upset me today. not even my girlfriend that broke up with me because she apparently found lipstick on my shirt- from my mom. thought I was cheating. honestly, I thought she knew me better than that. I threw all my stuff into a suitcase for the trip over. my mom looked me over before letting me into the car, making sure I was suitable for my first day at college. honestly mom, it’s not middle school. it’s not like there’s “cliques”. it’s DEFINITELY not High School Musical, the worst movie ever made. not relevant in the SLIGHTEST. no one making out in hallways. no LGTBQ+ people. no shitty teachers. ha ha ha. that movie did not deserve the millions of dollars it made. it deserved to be deleted for irrelevance. I wish that, as a kid, I did not have to witness that and think that that’s what high school was actually like. oof. I’ll promise you this right now, by the way. things will become interesting as literal f**k later. trust me. and don’t try to skip to that part, because you might want to know this stuff at that time. and also because it would be a d**k move. ha. the chapters of my mind will also be long as s**t. uh, yeah. for now you need to bear with me. I’m slow. keep reading, my child.
ugh. I’m blasting “Starships” by Nicki Minaj right now because I’m feeling like it. there’s no particular reason of my music blasting, yet there is one to my grogginess and sadness. my mom hit some LGTBQ person and got in trouble with the mayor again. I remember glaring at my parents when they came home. my life is a pile of s**t. serious s**t. so, yeah. hopefully, when you came here, you were prepared for anything, cause things get weird as hell.
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