finals.

Finals can kiss my fucking ass.

Just. One. More. Day.

And then I'm done. For a month, at least. But summer classes CAN'T be as difficult as freaking Human Communications. I should have just dropped the damn class when I had the chance. But noooo. Fucking Adam fucking Wahl had to be all, well, I like you, and then POKE AND FUCKING PROD about my viriginity. Seriously, what freak does that? You either have it or you don't, end of story. There's no reason to go into any specifics. This is college, not middle school. I'm done with the whole, well, if you're not a virgin, you're not pure bullshit that I've been force-fed my whole life down here. I know more people who have sex than who don't, so why does everyone give a shit? Why is it such a big deal that you've lost your viriginity? Seriously.

Anyway. Sex and the City is amazing. I can't even believe that Carrie told Aidan! I can't believe he broke up with her on Charlotte's wedding day! God, my heart broke when I watched that episode. And I decided: Aidan is the man I'm going to marry one day.



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