You all know the story by now:
Just two weeks ago I was living comfortably and happily, the biggest thing I had to worry about was finding black pants for work. Then out of no where Viv was like, oh we're moving to Atlanta, ohhh by the end of August. So naturally i'm like no i'm not going, i'm 18, starting school in three weeks, i have a job and a serious boyfriend, and friends and stuff. But she tried to force me to come, had this big embarrassing drama with James and I, and tried to bribe me into it. I ended up lying my way out of the situation, I feel pretty bad about it but you have to do what you have to do. I already bought my coats for winter, and I'm not moving anywhere Soulja Boy might be, i'll end up in prison.
So I'm kinda being forced to grow up by the end of next week. The cool part is that i'm moving to a sweet house and everything about that situation is perfect and i'm stoked. But there's always something wrong because God hates me and doesnt want any part of my life to run smoothly. I'm not going to MICA at all, and my classes at CCBC got canceled thanks to FASFA and I wont get to see Fatzie until Thanksgiving.
Oh yeah and I'm working at Trade Secret again.... , my stress level is throughhh the roooofffff, and tolerence for annoying mall drama has never been lower.
