I'm wearing a shit-ton of eyeliner and writing in my journal. This makes me both very gay and a multitasker. I don't really feel like explaining.
I got my roommate assignment today. The problem is, the only thing they gave me was a name, and I have no clue how to find this person.
I also can't decide when and how to come out to this person. I think it would be good to be honest up front, but it might be easier just to wait; it's one year, and I doubt we'll be that close.
I mentioned another possible romantic interest yesterday. I will never see him again, because today I went to Wendy's, where he works. I ended up, through miscommunication, under-paying him about a dollar. I tried to get away, out of embarrassment, almost hit a family of people, then drove away like a tool into the wrong lane of traffic. It was a disaster and I will never go back.
I just pretended to be asleep to hide my face so my dad couldn't tell just how much makeup I'm wearing. Time for bed.