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I'm a commuter and I love it 80% of the time. I sleep in my own bed, have my family and dog here as well as like a couple high school friends, and it's not too far. The other 20% is me when I have no homework or anything and I don't have the kind of friends who would actually make plans with me to hang around campus, go eat, or study. But I do not look like that kind of person to people, I look fine. I want to find ways to meet people, meet new guys, have study groups, have someone who knows parties. Yeah, I realize I sound like a loser but its hard to explain.
I am being verbally and emotionally attacked by my boyfriend's friends because they believe he can do better. Not only had it caused him to leave me once because of the stress, but now he won't put anything about me on Facebook because of them, and has asked me to delete my relationship status... What do I do...
Okay seriously upper classman, you're really not being helpful when you're telling first year running reps that you're annoyed with the campaign and people whining about having their posters taken down when it wasn't stamped and approved(mine are). By the way, I know specifically that someone literally tore apart in shreds someone who is running just to be a jerk.So no,no one is complaining. Just confused as to how some students forgot that they're in college and not middle school.
do you guys think its right to ask someone out before you get to know them?
I have hated my weight every moment of my life, but am too ashamed to do anything about it. I feel like going to the gym would just be humiliating, that people would look at me and just think, "She's never gonna lose that. Why is she working her fat ass here. She can't even work three minutes straight." I just can't take the stress and judgment of working out in public.. but I can't stand the body I have...
My boyfriend has a full-time job and is in school, so it's hard to see him during the week, but I want nothing more than for him to jump my bones. To ravage me. To bite my nipples, to kiss my neck, to spank me, and run his hands up and down me and just fuck me. It's been a few weeks. God, even after a year of fucking him, I never get tired of it.
YOU TALK LOUD. SHHH!Jesus Christ, get the hint.
Can we all just take a moment to admire Peter Noel's attractiveness? Chiseled man-god status right there.