There’s this girl with whom I used to go to grade school. Up until middle school, we were just fine. Then we ended up bickering, talking behind each other’s backs, and all that juvenile shit. She got our mutual friends to basically say how much and why they hated me under the guise of a “intervention.” Yeah, okay.
After eighth grade, we went to different high schools.
Despite the fact that she wronged me in every single way possible, she has this impossible grudge against me. Maybe it’s because I got boyfriends before her. Maybe it’s because I got my first kiss way before her. But she always had this thing against me. God knows why. -___-
So, one day, I was visiting Villanova University, and I end up seeing her there on a visit, as well. Awkwaaaard. Whatever. I don’t care. I’m over what happened in the past, so I basically wished her well. I sincerely hoped that she’d be able to go to the school that she wanted, which ended up being Villanova University. We both applied to the school through the Early Action program.
Then last month, I found out that I got accepted into Villanova University, whereas this girl got deferred to Regular Decision. I’m not gonna lie. It gave me this satisfaction, knowing karma is a bitch.
BUT THIS GIRL. GOD.
She found out that I was accepted and that I might not even go to Villanova (due to financial issues).
She’s crazy and paranoid. I swear.
She believes that I “stole” her spot at Villanova and that it was “so like me” to steal her spot and then not go there, just to spite her.
OKAY. BECAUSE I TOTALLY ENJOYED FILLING OUT THE APPLICATION AND EXTRA ESSAY AND WENT THROUGH THE TORMENT OF FINDING OUT WHETHER I WAS GOING TO GET ACCEPTED TO VILLANOVA, WHICH WAS, BY THE WAY, MY NUMBER ONE SCHOOL, JUST TO SPITE YOU AND RUB IT IN YOUR FACE THAT I’M NOT GOING THERE EVEN THOUGH I GOT ACCEPTED.
Girl, you are CRAZY. If you think I have the time and patience for shit like that, I’m positive I could’ve done way more than a college acceptance. You are paranoid, and… God. YOU ARE CRAZY.
My earliest memory may have been my fourth birthday party.
I remember opening my presents in front of all of the adults, reading the tags to see who they were from. I think I said the wrong person, and then everyone started laughing at me. I guess, I was a little princess back then, because I ran away, crying, because .. well, everyone was laughing at me.
Then my dad’s friend came and comforted me in the basement.
In March, I’m going to Disney (World or Land, Idk. LOL.) in Florida for my senior trip. It’s my first time going to a Disney park, hence my lack of knowledge in names. :) I have $300 saved up for buying shit as of right now.
I has a puppy named Daisy. She’s a 9-year-old Miniature Schnauzer. She’s a jerk sometimes, but I love her anyways. :)
(I think I’ll pick a place to which I’d like to move, rather than visit, as there are many places I’d like to visit.)
If I had to choose one place, it’d probably be the Philippines. Yeah, I’m Filipina, and no, that’s not my reason.
I’ve visited the Philippines a couple of times, and, despite all the pollution, overcrowding, corruption, and crime, it’s a wonderful place. You see these people on the streets, who have significantly less than those in the United States, and yet, they’re happier than so many of the people in United States. They’re dressed in old clothing that’s been passed down from family members, and yet, I’ve never seen such carefree and happy people.
Not to mention, I love the weather. Sure, it gets extremely hot to the point of passing out sometimes, but, when it rains, there’s nothing quite like it. It’s not the hot and sticky rain that you’d like to avoid. Hell, in the Philippines, you wish for it to rain. Kids are outside, dancing in the rain; others are taking a bath in the rain. It’s absolutely wonderful.