Comfortable With Conformity

Ok, time for an entry longer than a commerical.

My sister is back from New York, armed with very cute shirts. Shopping and eating are her only reasons for going to New York, as are mine, but god knows I'm not getting on a plane again. Her friends sat around my desk after I picked them up from the airport, oohing and ahhing at my genius capacity to burn CDs ("And idiot can do this" I explained to them). They're cute. I didn't feel so depressed about her coming home, because quite frankly, the five days she wasn't here were boring as hell. I like a clean room and being able to stay up all night as much as the next guy, but I guess I get used to her chatter.

So, I have 'till January 8th (my last semester) to fuck around. I can't seem to update my page, and the forum is dragging. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, I suppose because I stopped updating so much. When I updated almost daily, and saw no feedback, or feedback that quickly transformed into one-line back and forth quips about sex, I got frustrated. But now, like Josh, who rarely updates, it just doesn't bug me as much. I think I'll just bitch here until I have a genuine issue to tackle, thank you very much.

I've got to stop giving into my bitchiness, especially with S. He calls me "cunt-like", which just strikes me as funny. I get so damn confused how to behave sometimes, because I don't want to be the submissive doormat girlfriend who follows her boyfriend around, so I come off as an overbearing, opinionated one. Fuck. I'm even known, amongest my friends, as the girl who talks shit. Of course, my friends tell me this in a nice way, but I know they're thinking in the back of their mind, "I wonder what she says about me".

Like everyone says, I just need to have sex already.

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