Highs and Lows

College is a roller coaster.
Or I'm manic depressant.
EITHER WAY...

This morning was my first gig as a DJ - something I received yesterday. Every Friday, now, I'll be hosting [by myself] a two-hour show. Technically, it's my first job...even if I'm not being paid. It goes from noon-2pm, Pacific time, if you're interested.
Click here for the website

I apparently rocked...and yeah.

Too bad all my friends that said they would watch it, really didn't. If you're a friend who's reading this, that didn't watch it...don't feel bad. Some of you were actually busy. Others forgot. Others probably didn't really have any real want to see it, but said yes to make me happy.

Can you tell I'm a bit blue atm?

Anyway, I was on a high after I did my show. I mean...I'm doing capstone movies, my script is gonna be a real movie, and I got hired [without pay o_o] as a DJ. Life is good. Right?

Well...I got back to my dorm and set up a bunch of fandom stuff for my show, in order to spread the buzz. I'll add the links to the sidebar when I'm done posting this. It was fun, I was excited, my MOM said I was a natural. Sigh.

Whatever.

So, being as nervous as hell before hand, I had two Ritz crackers. I didn't wanna hurl on my first show, you know? After it was 2 - and the DC closes until five. So, I ate from the AMAZING CARE PACKAGE my grandma sent. Cheese spread. Crackers. Cookies that only a grandma can make...<3...

Then it was near five...and I texted my friends.
They said they ate at four.
FOUR.
Then they said they could eat at seven.

So I waited.

And waited.

At 6:45 I texted again, just to check up. No reply until 7:14. They weren't hungry...and gonna get drunk. Alright.
They've done this to me two nights in a row.
My roommate isn't here...so I have to eat alone.
Pissed I went to the DC and grabbed a turkey burger, since the "International" food looked like pasta [boring] and the yummy sandwich lady was already gone. And a salad...okay and a few fries. I like fries.

So I sit down at the bar-ish-table-thing, where loners can eat without looking like douche bags. There's a girl sitting across from me - two seats over. She doesn't annoy me...until she starts...I'm not even sure.

I'm going to describe it. If you are eating or value your appitite please stop reading now.

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She would cough then hold a napkin at her mouth for awhile. Then grab another napkin. And another. Then violently rub her mouth. Then wipe everything with more napkins. Then eat. Then repeat.

I got halfway through my burger, and three bites into my salad before I had to leave. I would have just moved, if I didn't feel like barfing after.

So here I am.
Friends are all either drunk, with boyfriends, with people I don't get along with, or they are at home.

I feel social.
But I feel abandoned.

It's weird how life takes me forward, but friends push me backwards.

o_o

Dad said to value my alone time...
I would if I didn't have it constantly.