Shit, Where do I begin? Well for starters, my name is Charlyndria Ayita Elaura Horton. Yeah, that's a mouthful, and I'm having the most craptacular semester in college ever. I'll explain later, right now I'll give you a little bit more background info of yours truly.
I was born and raised in DC. DC stands for Don't Come To The Most Fucking Boring City on Earth. I'm the middle child out of 4 children, 2 boys and 2 girls. I'm currently enrolled in my thrid semester of college and I'm a Sophmore. I'm a Fashion Merchandising major with a minor in Fashion Design. I have high hopes and dreams of becoming a buyer, stylist, and a fashion show coordinatior. I'm trying to work hard at school and as many DC fashion events to get my feet wet and eventually dive into the world of fashion until it consumes me with all of its Chanel, Hermes, Herve Ledger, Escada,Kevin Hall, and Versace.
Now for why I'm currently frustrated. Firstly, I've been having problems with my financial aid at school. I had to commute to my college campus and cancel my housing so that I wouldn't owe my university money. I hate commuting in DC. I don't drive or own a car and I have to rely on the constant failure called the DC Metro System. It sucks moving into to your dorm and than having to move out in the middle of the semester, after you decorated your whole room and farted on your matress. Secondly, I feel like I'm not shining as well as I can in school. I study, do my homework and read from PM to AM and I feel like I'm turning average grades. I want to get my GPA up this semester so I can get some new scholarships so I can pay for this $30,000+ education.
Thirdly and lastly, I am tired of dealing with all men who are douchebags, tools, homothugs, and all around assholes. Last semester, I had a sort of kinda budding romance( at least I thought it was) with a male friend ( I thought we were friends) of mine. We knew each other for a couple of months as freshman and during the last few weeks of the Spring 2009 semester, we got a little frisky. Nothing spectacular like sex happened,it was mostly making out and telling me lies and bullshit about "wanting to start something with me." I can't believe I fell for this shit. So when we were about to go home for the Summer Mr.Douchebag Mctool took me out for sushi and pretended like he liked me.
We exchanged addresses and house numbers and he told me to call him when I got home. I called him and he never answered, for 3 months. He disappeared off the face of the Earth; he deleted his fb and his phone was "disconnected". Fast forward to August 2009,when we got back to school, I saw him a couple of times and I said hi and he didn't say anything back at me. One day, I saw him eating in the cafeteria by himself and we started to talk. He was telling me about all this bullshit that happened to him in the Summer. Guess what this fool tells me, his ass went to Egypt/ Isreal to see some pyramids and shit. After that he and his buddies look at me all funny now and he doesn't even talk to me anymore. I see him all the time and he never wants to hang out with me.Seriously what the crap? I guess he doesn't "want to start something with me."
Why can't people be straight up nowadays? If he wanted just sex, why didn't he say so in the first place? I would have probably taken his offer for sex. But he lead me on thinking that we were friends and that I was important to him and that he wanted a real relationship with me. SMDH! Honesty is truely the best policy people.
This is just my crazy ass life so far. I'm trying to build my confidence back up right now. I got to get throught this shitfest and come out shining like a Chinese Gold Medalist.
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