i hate my roommate. she’s too f*cking healthy. hate her. i hate to look at her. i hate her voice. she’s like “omg, did you see those pink uggs? aren’t they soooo hype?” uggggg. but, i need to be polite. so, we go to the dining hall. it’s modern and
the swimming test freaks me out. i don’t want to put on a bathing suit and show myself in public up here. most of these girls are built like my roommate. they aren’t “fat,” they’re “athletic.” i don’t think they want to wear swimsuits, either.