Notes

This past week have been the lowest Ive ever suffered. My parents, or the Lads aren't even to blame for these ones. First it was Friday Night. We almost got written up in Duchesne, due to our stupidity of being so loud. Then at midnight I had the grand idea of going to Lower, even though I was blacking out and could barely walk. Next thing you know, a police officer comes up to me and starts threatening me and asking me questions. I end up in the back of a cop car, and have to spend the night in health services. Apparently there are consequences. If my parents find out then im most likely going to get pulled out of school.

Then Saturday, this was really interesting. I was sitting in the lounge when Michaela came over to me and Dan. I asked her if she was going to the ALC ball. She said that no one had asked her, Then i asked her, and it took a fair bit of convincing, but she cancelled her plans with her friends to come. I then bought her a ticket. I dont know what that night was. SHe would say she was my date. Then she instagrammed the pictures with Ben. Kinda avoided me. Called me Pal. guess were just friends then. Yet somehow I allowed myself to feel for her.

And now Sunday. Ignacio and Kevin tell me I cant be in their 8 man. Ignacio an I speak for 3 hours. I tell him some very personal stuff. He tells me as well. Essentially reminds me how similiar we are and how much I want to room with him. Whatever, im pretty sure thats fucked up now.






problems:
parents finding out i hook up with girls and drink and party and listen to music
who will i room with next year?
calculus?
who are my real friends?
who am i?
which aneeb is the real aneeb
why do i never end up with girls i like
why do girls i genuineky like for their character/personality never like me back
will i ever get back on the straight path
who can i talk to 100% openly and i wont get judged by them and they will be understanding of what i have to say