Another College Blog

  Jacob is here and unfortunately, his timing could not be worse.  His knowledge of what college life is like comes from movies and videos he has seen.  He's here to party and I get it.  I can't imagine that there's a great social life going to a community college, but if he had come last month there would have been time to entertain him.  We're at the tough part of the semester where papers, presentations, and finals happen. I can tell that he's pissed off Ashleigh and Allison already after getting really drunk on both Friday and Saturday nights.  The good news is that he's had enough to do with parties that he hasn't been too bothered by me working and doing course work to hang around with him as much as I normally would.  He really is a great guy, but this is a horrible time to get a crash course on fitting in at DuPont.

  All through high school, one of my best friends on the basketball team was a guy named Jacob.  He was always a bit like a wilder version of me.  He was a lot of fun at parties and he was always the guy you could count on to cheer you up on a rough day. While I started at DuPont last year, he went to community college to get his general education credits out of the way in community college.  Well, now he's looking to transfer for next year and he wants to get a look at DuPont and he wants to stay with me.  There is so much wrong with this.  We have finals coming up in two weeks, you know what I look like and how girly our apartment looks, and I just don't want to get busted.   I already told him I'm working a lot and he said that was cool, but I don't want him finding this shit out.  I'm begging and pleading with the girls to let me wear male clothing when he's here and let him stay with them, but there's some things like my hairstyle and eyebrows that are

  Two different waitresses quit at Mom's last week and things have been really busy for the rest of us. In both cases, they were going to quit before summer anyway and this way they could prepare for finals without having work get in the way.  Unfortunately, for the rest of us that has meant way more hours than we'd like. The above picture is from a photoshoot that I filmed.  I guess this is what they meant by feathers. It kind of reminds me of what I've heard about strippers like 100 years ago, except there is no nudity in this. Kylie did not like my email.  I guess the truth hurts. The Easter egg hunt was a disaster.  It poured rain which meant that I was walking around soaking wet grass with my heels sinking into the ground. The only way I could open the eggs was by squatting down, which put all my weight on the heels.  It wouldn't have been easy in the dry grass, but with the rain it was terrible.