Oh what an interesting 6 months it has been. June: What the fuck was it doing being June? I went on Zoloft for the first time and haven't looked back. Frank, my therapist, informs me that he'll be leaving the private business. Sad times, almost perfect timing considering the meltdown I have shortly thereafter... Stuff is going on at this point of which I had no fucking clue. I was living it up in Albany, getting my 4th tattoo and there was all this subtext going on. July: What the fuck was it doing being July? I had a dream about Tony, my first love. Cindy, Tony's girlfriend, was pregnant and keeping it. Fucked me up for a few days until I let it go. I was offered a job to help a professor here write his book about being exiled from Iran. Siena during the summer was hotter than I expected it to be but altogether entertaining and allowed me to raise about $1k for my apartment fund. A lot of shit hits the fan with Miguel when I learn that he essentially plaigiarized a story I let him analyze months earlier. I finally get the housing I want, however, when the school places me in Padua - best housing option on lower campus; your own bathroom, your own shower, your own everything. All to myself. I start taking notice of this guy Larry. Well, I'd been aware of him since he danced with Miguel during Fall Fusion the year before. Very hot. Very hot ass to die for. It's just a crush at this point, the bitch doesn't know my name. Bitch does have a girlfriend. On July 29th, I finally finish the novel I'd been working on for a full three years. I cry. My mom cries. July was fucking great. Until I went home that following weekend. August: What the fuck was it doing being August? Well, I'll tell you, my father was diagnosed with stage 1 emphysema, which I find out accidentally during a doctor's appointment because we have the same doctor. I have an anxiety attack about this coinciding with my running out of Zoloft. Major. Fuck. There was a John Mayer concert at the beginning of the month. It was nice. We snuck our way down into the good seats for the remainder of the show. Really. Fucking. Great. I began to get involved with a man I've known for almost 3 years, Jose, my freshman year neighbor's exboyfriend. We were talking and talking and then decided we had to mess around with eahc other. I originally believe that he's a saint because he's gone so long without sex - never slept with that girlfriend I knew of his. So I feel like we're in a good spot. September What the fuck was it doing being September? Jose comes up. We sleep together. He disappears for a few weeks afterwards before admitting that he was seeing this fucking Cindy girl from upstate. I rail into him for it, telling him he should stop thinking with his balls and start thinking about how SHE would feel if she knew about us. He then tells me that he cheated on April, my former neighbor, while they were dating. I feel so beautiful at this point. I tell him to fuck off and we barely speak anymore. He'd offered me a fucking consolation prize - his cousin. Nothing ever comes to fruition there. I start chilling with my friend Edwin and guess who his roommate is? Larry. Yes, that Larry. The hot one. Very beautiful ass. We start fooling around very shortly. Boy is excellent. Boy is taken. I rail into Miguel once we see each other again. Turns out, his girlfriend was pregnant and they'd gotten married over the summer or something. She's due in December. We fight for maybe two minutes and it takes me a fucking while to do the math here. Remember that previously mentioned dream during which Tony's girlfriend Cindy was pregnant? There was a Miguel connection to that: Tony's middle name is Miguel. October: What the fuck was it doing being October? I got involved with the Gay Straight Alliance before and after the usual suspect decided to vandalize our chalking of the quad. Big amount of crap happens with him which I can't really talk about...just know he's fucked. Miguel and I start talking again, not fighting or fucking. He explains how he's having a baby boy and that they're getting married soon. Things about him only exist on a shallow level for me as I struggle for a few weeks to truly understand what the fuck is going on with what he means to me. November What the fuck was it doing being November? The first three days of this month are a blur to me. November 1st? Car accident. Car would have been fine had the airbags not deployed. But they did. It was the only damage to my vehicle. I had a fender bender. Other person was very nice about the whole thing as it was my fault. November 2nd? Bush re-elected. fuck. November 3rd? Fail my midterm. Fuck again. Good things to happen? Excellent Oral from Larry, like you wouldn't believe. So. Goddamned. Great. December What the fuck was it doing being December? Still no car, still no boyfriend, still no better job. Swastikas and 'go home nigger' were written on the walls of several buildings on campus. I get involved because I've jokingly slept with half of the members of the black/latino student union on campus. However, my involvement allows me to spread my wings and gather some acclaim. I become a social activist; president of the gay/straight alliance, member of the president's advisory board which will discuss the impact and resolution of the racial events. On December 14th, Miguel becomes a father. I walk around in a daze for a almost a week. I don't quite know why it affected me the way it did but it wrecked me for a few days. I gave him a card, wished him well, and we finally had some closure. I stay up for two all nighters within 5 days of each other. End result; sally ends up with a 3.25 - my highest GPA ever at this school. Papers come back, almost all of them are A-'s and I finish out pretty damned happy. Things are excellent. Now it's time for January to come around, for me to turn 22. And the next time I update this, I'll have graduated and moved into a place of my own. Take care and happy new year ;-D Love, Sally previous - next