I'm going to Pratt?

Hi everyone!!!

I got an email from Pratt about financial aid and exit interviews and stuff... and it was addressed to all graduating students...

Do I go there...?

I WISH I went there. But hey. Can't have everything you want. But. They want to talk about my student loans or something... hmph.

I was at Hannaford today (go figure), saw by Eric guy (woot woot), and it was like WELFARE CITY today.

Know how many adults I saw in pajamas? At least five fuckers walking around in either pink or light blue (what's that about?) pajama bottoms.

I felt dirty inside to have been there at the same time as these idiots.

Then. I was finally free! Went outside but heard tons of bass, and much to my disgrace, realized someone had Rhianna blasting from their car... and even MORE upsetting was the fact that is was Rude Boy.

I was picturing this person to either be a man in his twenties that thinks he's cool and wears his pants half off his ass, OR some ghetto-ish type girl with way too tight jeans on and one of those short black puffy jackets with a hood with fur on it. Know what I mean?

Know what stepped out?

One of those idiot middle aged blonde ugly fuckers that wear their jeans way too high with her shirt tucked into her too high jeans, with a big wide black belt with those silver holes all around it.

God.

Who DOES that?!? New Hartford idiots. That's who.

Anyways. I had a disturbing dream last night... I was getting beaten up by some older man. It hurt.

Then. I had a dream that I went to a party to warn my exes girlfriend about him and how he's a liar and a cheat... and he caught me and pulled a gun on me, but then decided he should only kill himself because of what an asshole he has been to both of us.

Hm. Think I have anger issues? Yes. I do.

I have to go play Twilight Princess now... relaxxxxx...

Love,

Jaime Lee

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