So I tried to get on SG last year and was turned down.
BOO! HISS!
For a while after that, I was like "fuck it," and pretty much archived the idea of being an SG to a back shelf of my thoughts.
Then I moved here, to Louisiana.
Here, I had no friends. For the month or so that I lived here prior to school starting, I had nothing to do and not even any weed to smoke. My boyfriend got a job working construction pretty quickly, and after that, not only was I WAY bored, but also alone for most of the day.
In this type of environment, you think a lot. And sometimes, the thoughts grow into an insomnia that leaves you staring blindly into the black ceiling over your bed while your boyfriend snores quietly at your side.
Such was my situation, eyes wide into the night, when the idea hit me: "Try to be an SG again."
It seemed like something to do. So a few days later, during a break in a thunderstorm, my boyfriend and I went to his work site and shot a set.
Since then, school has started, and working on a Master's degree has proved to be a great cure for the numbing boredom and lonliness. I miss RVA and I miss my friends, but I'm meeting a few cool people. Louisiana is hot and full of wild reptiles, but I'm adjusting, I guess.
And soon I'll be an official SG! When I heard the news yesterday, I was so excited that I spent my entire "homework time" fucking around on the website. I can't wait to meet all you girls and I am hoping to make some awesome new friends.
But to quote good old William S., "There's the rub"-- I didn't get any of my reading done yesterday because I was too busy reading posts and looking at titties! Therefore, I am assigning some homework:
Read Book 4 of Milton's "Paradise Lost." Post a brief synopsis, and please, pay attention to the subtle symbolism.
I know y'all can't wait to help me out on that.
Adios!
BOO! HISS!
For a while after that, I was like "fuck it," and pretty much archived the idea of being an SG to a back shelf of my thoughts.
Then I moved here, to Louisiana.
Here, I had no friends. For the month or so that I lived here prior to school starting, I had nothing to do and not even any weed to smoke. My boyfriend got a job working construction pretty quickly, and after that, not only was I WAY bored, but also alone for most of the day.
In this type of environment, you think a lot. And sometimes, the thoughts grow into an insomnia that leaves you staring blindly into the black ceiling over your bed while your boyfriend snores quietly at your side.
Such was my situation, eyes wide into the night, when the idea hit me: "Try to be an SG again."
It seemed like something to do. So a few days later, during a break in a thunderstorm, my boyfriend and I went to his work site and shot a set.
Since then, school has started, and working on a Master's degree has proved to be a great cure for the numbing boredom and lonliness. I miss RVA and I miss my friends, but I'm meeting a few cool people. Louisiana is hot and full of wild reptiles, but I'm adjusting, I guess.
And soon I'll be an official SG! When I heard the news yesterday, I was so excited that I spent my entire "homework time" fucking around on the website. I can't wait to meet all you girls and I am hoping to make some awesome new friends.
But to quote good old William S., "There's the rub"-- I didn't get any of my reading done yesterday because I was too busy reading posts and looking at titties! Therefore, I am assigning some homework:
Read Book 4 of Milton's "Paradise Lost." Post a brief synopsis, and please, pay attention to the subtle symbolism.
I know y'all can't wait to help me out on that.

Adios!
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so how did you stumble upon my journal?