Hmmm....
Maine...
So many trees, so much grass...and not the good kind either...lmao.
This guy here is getting on my nerves. I won't mention his name cause if he walks over here and hangs over my shoulder...ya know?
Anyways...the second or third day I was here, he asked me to go to his room, so I went, assuming he was gonna ask me a question, cause we were all new. I didn't go inside his room, cause I'm not that motherfuckin stupid...anyway...He asks me if I can give him head...
A MOOSE JUST RAN BY OUTSIDE THE MOTHERFUCKING WINDOW!
Phew...anyway, he stalked me for FOUR days...every time that motherfucker saw me, he'd go, "Yo, Jess you gon' come by the room tonight or what?" Then, he called me a 'bullshitter' and said I was "frontin an shit" and that pissed me off. I went to his room once cause the RA told me to go tell him to do chores, and he was standing there in his boxers, which ya know...I totally didn't mind, but he grabbed my arm and tried to motherfucking pull me into his room. He is tall, and very strong. He's 24. He is at least 6'5, and he is pretty strong. I mean, I am strong as hell, I could prolly kick a majority of the boys' asses that are here, but he was strong. That motherfucker pulled me halfway across the hall. I almost smacked him.
I miss everyone so bad. I miss Scottie...really bad...I was with him for the longest time before I left...and he is the one person that could make me come back...
I get to go to the mall they have here...I'm bringing my digital camera...so when I finally get a chance to hook that shit up...you'll see pictures of some of the people here...and ...yeah.
I can't wait to go there, cause Stan said that there's a store there called Pandora's Box, and he said it was a mixture of Hot Topic and Spencer's. Fuck yes.