on a higher note

First off sorry my last entry was so dramatic. I was just...really pissed.

Besides that whole situation, everything is great. The more time I spend at Grand Valley the more I love it. I agree with Nida: I wouldn't go back to high school if they paid me. I love this thing called college, I like to think that college loves me. THE FREEEEEEEDDDDDOOOOOMMMM is so amazing. I love the fact that I can do my own thing without anyone (my family) putting their say into it. I can come and go as I please, I can eat without having a vegetable on my plate..if I knew any guys I could hang out with them without my brother cock blocking.. And you would think that with all these new responsibilities at hand that I would be stressed out of my mind. But I am actually quite the opposite. I have never been so stressed free in my life. I really don't stress about stuff like I did over the summer and in high school. I finally got my cycle back in order (yay) i think the last time my skin looked this good i was in 5th grade. Stress free is the way to be.

My classes are great. My weird ass political science professor decided to do the cupid shuffle in class last week O__O. I didn't even laugh...it was just...not correct. My science class is still a bunch of fun. We decorated rainbows with glitter for a class calendar( I should be doing science homework right now but I decided to update this).

I joined a group called the Black Student Union which is the college form of B.A.S.I.C....should be fun. I am also thinking about joining a sorority next semester, despite my mom's complaints. I talked to her about it, and the conversation went something like this:

mom: "I don't want you to join a sorority this year."

Brooke: "didn't you say you wanted me to get involved?"

mom:..... (admits defeat)

Brooke:"I win!"

This weekend went pretty swell. It was my friend Katie's birthday so we went out. Our goal was to hit up around 5 or 6 clubs. We hit up 5. Mission acomplished. Then Saturday night the black fraternities hosted this dance called the icebreaker...it was basically like homecoming dance without a dress code and there were no teachers telling us not to juke. Good times.

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god damn its a shame how things fall apart.

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But when things aren't built on solid foundations I guess that's what happens.

I kind of knew this was going to happen, but I didn't expect hell to break loose in Bolingbrook this soon; not like this.

I know everyone thinks this is just entertainment, but its hard to enjoy and spectate when you are in the ring. This is my drama as much as it is Adrian's Ari's and Donald's..and even Dre's idiot ass. This has been going on low key below the surface for about a month now. Only me Adrian and Ari really know what is going on. Ari and I are the only ones with a tad bit of logic, however, being on the inside does not make this situation add up.

Adrian is my best friend. Yes, I realize he is a fucking lunatic, but he is my friend regardless. Adrian has always been there for me, and just like when you guys go through something I have to be there for him. I don't abandon people. As far as Donald...fml..Lord knows me and that boy have been through it all. You would think that I would like the fact my ex boyfriend might get his ass beat, after all the crap we have dealt with, but i don't like it at all. Maybe its because after all this fucking time I'm still not completely over him. -__-

Its so pathetic but when this thing started (lets call it the "Winter Fucking Break Drama") I cried my eyes out over these kids. I didn't tell anyone how bent out of shape I was because I knew it was stupid for me to have feelings for these people.

And what sucks about this is that I just keep asking Dre to shut up and I ask Adrian to calm down and I try to talk to Don but all my mediation efforts are in vain. I feel like a mother watching the news and she sees that her darling children have robbed a bank.

But maybe that's what i get for trusting and genuinely liking everyone. Its time to let people go; which is obviously easier said than done for me.

This whole "Winter Fucking Break Drama" will be the last of my encounters with the S.O.D. What a sad way to spend the holidays; watching drama. I wont be there.

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days 5 through 12 hahahahaha

Nida is right...we are jagging on our blogs. I take pictures everyday but I am too lazy to upload them. I thought I would be able to blog about each individual day with a picture, but its just not going to happen. I dont have enough time on my hands.

Let's see...where to start...

My classes are great. I love my schedule. Monday Wednsday and Friday my day starts at 10 and Im done with classes at 12 (with an exception on friday I get out earlier). Tuesday and Thursday I have a class at 1 and then I have a class at four. My political studies professor keeps belching in the middle of his lectures. gross. I love my science class. Im not actually learning science though. Im learning how to teach elementary students science. On Wednsday I taught kids about genetics and natural selection by "mating" spoons and forks and creating "sporks." On Monday I will get to create an ocean with Sweedish Fish candies. Sounds like fun.

I NEVER see my roommate. She is very nice though.

I have been to some pretty "proper" parties (for those who are unfamiliar with Detriot slang, "proper" means "the shit"). I went to a step show (see picture) which was fun. Black fraternities/sororities are something else..yet I still kinda want to be a member of one..hmmm. There have been some pretty good hangouts too. Last weekend my friends and I went Downtown Grand Rapids and got lost. While walking around we found a pretty nice Chinese restaurant. It reminded me of our Zen House/ Bok Choy extravagansas. Good memories.

I have a small crush on the RA that lives on the first floor. haha. Is it sad he is the only guy I know on campus? O__O

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