I'm serious about this feeling like I'm in high school even though I'm in college thing. Seriously. Today, I was hit... like, punch type hit.... by a 21-year old little boy. OMFG. I am soooo pissed off. I can't believe that he fucking hit me! Even if it was only just on my arm, it still fucking hurt and there was no reason for it. I WAS HIT, PEOPLE! Who does that in college!?

We were having a choir commitee meeting, and Nate was being disrespectful, rude, whiny and all around annoying. He said "Can we hurry this thing up? I have to go in 15 minutes" like we were all working on his schedule so that we can do this, even though he has absolutely nothing to do with the commitee and is only just a representative for the Briar's choir. One of two. So I told him to leave. I turned to him and I said "So why don't you just leave Nate?" He got up, walked past, took a step backwards, and slammed me right on my shoulder!! Then he walked over to the door and I just fucking wailed on him. NO ONE FUCKING HITS ME. I yelled at him so loud, I'm pretty sure they could hear it in the cafeteria, cause the walls aren't soundproof. I just went off... the people behind me were scared, I'm sure. I was scaring myself. After he left Nancy was all like "I wish it didn't happen like that" and "there was no need for yelling" and blah blah blah, and Sarah turned to her and said "He hit her! Didn't you see that!" and Nancy said no. The rest of the people behind me agreed and all of them said that what I just did, he totally deserved. I was shaking so bad. I'm glad they supported me though.

God... I can't even start to explain the fucking drama that surrounds him. Any one that knows anything about him can concur. He's mentally insane and needs to be institutionalized, thats all there is too it. I should bring a lawsuit against him for harrasment or something. It's fucking ridiculous.

I SOOOOOOO need to get out of RCC RIGHT NOW. I'm serious. I'm applying to MSU. I'm going to start my photography degree and maybe finish out music. I don't know. But anything is better than doing music... or anything for that matter, at Riverland. That place fucking sucks. I was right about not wanting to go there. At least I've learned important life lessons. And I've met some rpetty cool people that makes leaving the place hard... but all around, the drama. THE DRAMA! Theres just too much! These people are insane!!! I'm fucking running the choir, the director is an imbecile, I'm not learning anything, I'm hardly being challenged in any of my classes. I've come to start to hate music because of this fucking place. HATE IT. Thats not good!! At all. It sucks.

Oh, and Shaun's angry at me because I keep telling the truth and she doesn't want to believe it, that fucking bitch. As if I didn't have enough drama going on, I have to deal with her shit and PJ. Pj this, PJ that... everything is about that fucking boy! I've told her time and time again the thing to do, and she won't do it because she's afraid of being alone. ALONE! She doesn't realize that she is the type of girl that will NEVER be alone. There will always be boys waiting in the wings for her. As for me, I've started to accept my loneliness.

Fuck. I'm going out of my mind. Thank god my shrinks and the fact that I now have weekly appointments for the next month. Because I need some serious help.