Hello, I know I haven't written in a while but I've been busy with the end of Pride Week and other things. BUt mostly I've been freaking the hell out because of my grades. For some obnoxious reason, my college actually has freshman do midterm grades and I really don't think mine will be to good. I'm determined to raise my grades but I'm still rather nervous because I think they're sent to my parents. Which will be a bother. However, I feel that I'm doing rather better than my mother the first semester of school so far, so perhaps I shouldn't be as worried as much as I am. It's not like I'm in danger of failing or anything. I just need to do better to get the grades I'd be more comfortable with.
But in other news, Halloween weekend is coming up and I hadn't done very much Halloween things this year, which is a bummer. So I probably will go to this Halloween party at my school dressed as some aristocrat type person. I have a nice tailcoat, walking stick, some black slacks, neat shoes and a decent shirt for the outfit. However, I desperately wish that I had a top hat. That would be great! But alas, no time to find one.-sigh- I figure at this party it's going to me girls dressed scandalously and boys dressed in a ridiculous fashion, most drinking and dancing. If I can get my mind off of my squash, I might be able to enjoy myself. Other than that I've been working on reading the complete works of H.P.Lovecraft. So good. and truly stories to keep one on the edge.
As for the end of Pride Week, I suppose I can say that I enjoyed myself, the only downer really was the apparent lack of communication. I didn't know that the bowling was canceled until the last minute, didn't know that the panel was canceled until I got there. Didn't know that nobody was there for the movie night on the last day, which really irritated me as I had waited at the location for at least an hour, hoping for someone to show up. I even contacted the head of the organization with no response.That was truly frustrating.
Lately, I've also been found out by my mother about wearing a binder and she doesn't support me getting rid of my breasts because it's "life-changing" and "I don't know myself and shit.." I know that I can change in the future but this seemed truly important to me because I get really dysphoric whenever I see my ridiculously huge breasts for my petite size. It sucks..I was just ready to return to campus after that wreck.
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