But I can't, and it kills me inside.
ETA: But I can't regret it. I won't.
I mean, I know I have Jack, and I love having him. I love spending time with him, and the sex is amazing. He's so gorgeous and such a sweet guy. But...
Damn you, Bill Pendennis.
[**OoC note: This is based on a scene that Chris and I completed last night, and it will be up ASAP. ;)]
I've got tomorrow off, though.
Anyone want to hang out? I need to have some Emilie-friend time.
I see that a lot of people have been accepted into or are considering Brahman. I guess I made a good choice, then? I'm glad I won't be the only Eupheme graduate there. I never really expected that to be the case, but... y'know. Whatever.
- Music:Fear Before the March of Flames - The 20th Century Was Entirely Mine
The University of South Carolina didn't accept me. (No College of Arts and Sciences for me!)
The College of Charleston didn't accept me.
Some little technical colleges will let me in, but I don't want to go there.
The only place I've got to fall back on is Brahman. That's probably where I'll end up going. I'm getting used to it up here-- even if it's too damn cold too damn much-- and would feel strange to leave.
- Mood:
content
((Locked to pretty much everyone at Eupheme; Emilie just doesn't want outsiders to see it.))
Hitchhiking is not fun, you guys. (Well, maybe a little bit.)
Jack and I hitchhiked down to Boston to drink on Saturday night.
I think this is the first time I've gotten out of bed since yesterday morning. Mon Dieu, did I have the Hangover from Hell!
We had fun, though. That hotel was nice, Jack. Nice pool. We should go back some time.
...
And you know what I just realized? I was supposed to be at work on Saturday night, not in a shady bar in Boston. Whoops.
Well, not really. I mean, there's nothing bad about it. There are just hella amounts of hours that I have to work. I hardly have time for homework anymore... which I didn't do in the first place, but still. I hardly have time for Jack anymore. That's the more important one. Homework can go to hell. Jack can go to my bed.
Someone should come by some day when I'm at work and pretend there's a crisis that needs attending. I've always wanted to skip out of work like that. Takers?
I'm saving up money for a car. I won't have enough for a new one, but I'm looking into a used Chevy pickup truck— 'cos no matter how many years I lived in France, I'm a Southern Girl at heart.
Oh, and Victor? Sorry about the not-showing-up tonight. Work and all that.
It's Valentine's Day, but everyone knows that. I don't see what's so special about the holiday. It's just a lame excuse to be a smooshy (which is now a word, thank you) and excessively showy. I don't give a shit how big of a teddy-bear you can get your girlfriend, honestly. I saw this chick at school today with a bear, swear to God, as big as I am. Now, I'm barely five and a half feet, but that is a GIANT ASS TEDDY-BEAR. Where the hell do you even buy something that big? It sort of disgusts me. I'm glad you "love" your significant other, but can't you take them out to a quiet dinner or have sex in your car or something less blatantly and obnoxiously public?
That being said, I'm coming over tonight, Jack. I know you are hardly ever on LJ, but I figured I'd mention it in case you happen to stumble upon this tonight. <3
I have an pretty new LJ layout. It's girly and flowery, but I like it. (They didn't have a scientific-looking one. Believe me, I checked.) I can't tell you how long it'll last before I puke for the pinkness, but it's there nonetheless.
I still need a job. Anyone know of any vacancies anywhere? I'm too lazy to look. I'm not going to get an apartment quite yet... it depends on what happens with college applications and whatnot. If I'm going back to South Carolina for college, which is a possibility, there's no use getting an apartment for three months.
I'm moving out. I'm get a damn apartment and moving out of these dorms. I just need to get a job (preferably a well-paying one) first. Mom and Dad said they'll send a money, but that's not going to last me long with rent and whatnot. Anyone know any places that are hiring?
And Jack, doll, I'm coming over soon. By soon, I mean sometime in the near future. There's no set date, but I'll be there. Just be expecting me. ♥
- Mood:
cranky
...
Okay, no we didn't.
We went to Defiance.
I think I could move in there.
Mmm.
Jack, darling, call me (or stop by!). I've got plans for the Blood River Bridge. ;)
- Mood:
giggly - Music:Some techno shit
Went back to Bill's yesterday evening. Had cocoa. Pretended to watch a movie. Started a tickle/marshmellow fight. Closed the door. Had lots of fun.
Why those were all sentence fragments, I have no idea. My fingers just sort of made them that way. Sue me.
I think the electricity is finally back on for good, but I can never be too sure. It might just go off randomly at some point during the evening. I'm almost used to it. Almost.
Jack: I need to go to the record store. Remember that date I promised you? I think it's about time we get together.
Unlovingly yours,
Emilie Gabrielle-Olivie du Chatelet
ETA: Okay, so I might just move out. I'm eighteen. I can have whoever the hell I want wherever the hell I want if I get an aparment. That would mean that I'd have to get a job. Someone persuade me in one direction or the other.
- Mood: bitchy
Let's make this quick.
I met Jack... the other day. Don't remember when. At the Round Table. We had coffee. We exchanged phone numbers so we can go to the record store or something together. That'll be fun.
I met Albert later that day, I think. I get all the days confused. I was at the movie rental place getting a movie. Movie watching ensued.
AHGODDAMNPOWER.
I'm saving this in a Word document like every .2 seconds. This is the third time I've had to restart because of the flickering.
I'm done.
- Mood: fgkjkfdoturiuet!@$6*!
- Music:some French CD that keeps skipping
I also met a nice boy named Owen over at the coffee place- what's it called? The Round Table, I think? We were both skipping first hour. We had a nice little chat and went back to school together.
So far, being here hasn't been too bad. I've met lots of people, many of them boys. I haven't had time to do much reading, but I'm okay with that. Science will always be here. I won't.
ETA: Oh, and Jeff- I'll call you this weekend and we can get coffee or something. Like I said, I have homework up to my ears- and the semester's just starting. Fichus professeurs!
Edited again to add: I met a cool chick named Anne this afternoon. We had a discussion of little importance, but it passed the time. I think we could be friends.
- Mood: giggly
- Mood:
cold
Mom and Dad are stupid. They're making me leave South Carolina with one damn semester left in my high school career. What the hell, guys? They found out about this school through Dad's work or something. I don't know; they never fill me in on the details. Dad says it's "prestigious" and will "help" me. Yeah, right. I'm beyond help. I smoke, drink, flirt, and read science textbooks.
There is nothing at all in this town for me to do. I did find a nice place to buy cigarettes, though. I hear there are quite a few boys around. That's good, at least. Maybe I can make a few friends, if you know what I mean. But I also hear that some guy wants to seperate the boys and the girls at school (called Eupheme from now on). That doesn't float my boat, as it were. No boys? Emilie du Chatelet lives for boys. Mon Dieu! Oh, look, French. That's the first time I've written some French in a long time. Ugh. Let's home LJ doesn't become French-Central for me.
I've arrived at Eupheme just in time for my last semester, as I said. I've already signed up for classes and everything, so I'll be all caught up and stuff. I hope there are some halfway decent people (and boys! lots of boys!) In my classes.
1. French
2. Math
3. CALM (can't remember what it stands for, eep!)
4. Women in Literature
5. Social Studies
6. Chemistry ('cos I couldn't find any Physics. =X)
Mom and Dad told me to call them tonight, so I guess I should get around to it. Oh, fun. Let's hope things turn out here. I have my fingers crossed.
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