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The new year has begun and a lot of things have already begun to ail me. Familial drama occurred, but it was brief and typical. I miss them, of course, and await, once again, to see them.

RA training, was, as expected, long and arduous. I'm tired. I'm glad that Jen made RA. I've recently finished my bulletin boards and door decorations and eagerly await to see all my residents at our first hall meeting and my first movie night. The theme for my hall this month is 80s Emo. It's colorful and fun, with a myriad of band covers poster everywhere, alongside 80s posters and memorabilia. I hope everyone will like it. I named the theme Brand New, after the band, who's famous lyrics include

"If you were a telephone you'd still be off the hook."
I'm excited.

I missed my friends here and was hoping for a calm semester, but as anticipated, there has been drama. Brush it off your shoulders, guys, we are, as I said before, all friends here. Lets try to make this semester the best we can, so we can be the fabulous and sexy bitches with good grades that we are, Dammit!

I miss the 305 and all my other friends! Can't wait for spring break. Or can I...?

Ok, family gossip is far better than any mild banter heard in the university scene. All, right, so let me just say this...

First of all, my aunt Nereida, is totally out of the picture in spite of the fact that she was just recently over at our house with her adorable grandson, whom I find soooo adorable. Apparently, though, my family finds him to be the complete opposite, as he seems to have broken many things during his visit. They suggested that she should keep him under control, which she apparently took offense to. SO, when we had our little holidays party, on which a lot of money was spent, she not only ignored our phonecalls, but eventually turned her phone off. She hasn't even called to say Happy Hanukkah. That entire night, my mother kept bringing up how my aunt is a fucken slut who's always been envious of my mother's good looks and how she's never invited back to our house ever again. My dad would be all "Yeah, so the coffee..." and my mom would get all "And that whore hates coffee, and she won't pick up the phone, that cunt!" I Love the drama!

Also my step-brother has herpes.

Oh, and get this, my grandmother lives with lesbians! So this big cunt named Sara, and her decrepit girlfriend Margarita, keep my grandmother up in her retirement village fucking each other with electric vibrators late into the night. My grandmothers, who's more of a lurker than I, gets pissed because... lesbians. That's all I gotta say. So anyway, they're trashy and it seems that Sara was like, in love with my grandmother and I was recounted of this time when Sara came up to my grandmother, and rubbed her to ask "What kind of skin do you have"
"What kind of skin do I have? Regular skin..."
So yeah, my grandmother freaked out and stopped talking to the lesbo. The lesbian got pissed and started talking shit about my grandmother at the villages, and almost had her expelled from living there. MY grandmother threw down with the slut, but she's temporarily escaped her wrath here in Miami. I asked her where Sara was from and she was like "Downtown Havana... like the rest of the trash..." hahaha. OH! and my grandmother is sooo chill about gay peoplem but she hates lesbians (which I totally understand because... lesbians) anyway, so my grandmothers all about slutting it up now and showing off her boyfriends to the old beasts.

Also I think its funny how my grandmother was soooo bff with Sara that my mother assumed that grandma was a dyke, as she'd also originally assumed Sara was a lesbian. Cracked out!!

HOLIDAYS ARE FUN! I'm sick though... LOVIES TO ALL!!!

This is all so overdrawn. We're all friends here. Yes, even you...

A friend and I are starting to feel replaced. We don't understand why this is so, but we feel unappreciated, especially in our time of need. This semester has been a huge whirlwind of tragedy and mistrust, ending more and more horribly. I hope we can all just be friends, not having to depend on hearsay to know who our real friends are. I wish people would just stop being sketchy, admit what they're up to, and stop being sneaky. You shouldn't have to hide things from your friends. I wish people wouldn't make fun out of fairly important situations when others who face similar instances are treated with the utmost care. It's not something that would end a friendship, but it just bothers me. Also, we beg that our playful activities be deemed less dire, and more emphasis be placed on our individual needs. But, whatever, things always tends to improve when your real friends decide to start acting like it. BFFL, I'm sure.

I'm feeling a lot better after a strange encounter with throat pain, not to be confused with any throat infection completely irrelevant to... me, as presumed by the cracked out doctor of USF health services. He prescribed 5 horsepills that cost me 30 bucks on top of a $30 bloodwork fee. These people are such wallet rapists. Either way, he said he was treating my infection aggressively, which, although I appreciate, left me with with horrible side effects ranging from stomach cramps to mood swings.

The original reason I went to the clinic was because Elana was suffering from a terrible pain in her back, which has been diagnosed as a lifethreatening kidney infection. I spent the night at hers and we recuperated together. Thanks sooo much to everyone who came to make us feel better, it's so nice to know people really care. Well... some people. Anyway, miss Javi and my peeps in Miami... some of them. =D

GET BETTER SOON, ELANA!! XOXO<3

"True friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until it is lost."
- Charles Caleb Colton

Hope Elana gets better. Good times in Holly G tonight. Death to Merideath! She's gone...

...On a much lighter note, I hate sorting mail in the office and I miss Javier and my peeps.

But I'm glad I have my friends at USF.

I dislike it when people that don't particularly know you spend their time asking people about you instead of going straight up to you and asking themselves because they're afraid of, like, rejection or something like that. What they don't get is that the people their asking are only fueling their insecurities because those people are your enemies, or people that just don't mesh well with you.

I hate that people can't tell you what's bothering them about you to your face, so they just avoid you and all your friends because they pretend to be someone they're not, and are eventually recognized by you as worse than any of your enemies combined, because the are fake and because they lie.

The fact that everyone knows someone who knows someone is very disturbing because not only do you lose any chance of having some sort of privacy, but you also get talked mad shit on more and more, simply because the way the system works is similar to the "telephone" game where something really small can become something that could change your overall outlook in an astonishing way.

I hate clique leaders.

If you can read this, no, this isn't about you. I care about you enough to let you know what I think about you to your face.

Cracked out fun last night, dancing to the beat of the music that represents an urban culture I would never formally identify with. Passersby stared and pointed as we bootydanced around a mid 90's Le Baron, screaming the lyrics to songs we barely know. We then met up with these random Asian girls I know, and found that they were forming a sorority. No, not a real one, an Asian one. Either way, my thirst led to a brief encounter with an obviously gay guy who worked at the refreshment counter. Josh Anderson. But whatever he didn't give us anything free, and Will and I were offering up quite bit. Bah!

525600 MINUTES! ...Then some girl ran out of movie theater sobbing hysterically into her hands. Freak.