P.I.: Pas Intéressée.

Today was very Olivia-like: plain fucking weird.

First, an unplanned encounter at the metro brutally reminded me of my last moments as a high school student. (thank god he did not see me)

Second, i totally got raped by the liberal arts program: 73% in my philo essay and 72% in my humanities. both were worth 25% of MY LIFE so bye bye high average. very, very disapointing.

And last but not least, I would just like to say that i can't deal with guys. i just can't, ok?
i don't know what to say to them, i don't know how to act around them, i don't know what to do with them. ...unless i am fucked up drunk, but we all know how that usually ends.

5 more days.