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As I was walking home from class today, I pass by Eagles Landing (the landing where everyone lands). Whilst I was jamming to my ipod, I hear a car a-honking at me. I look out of the corner of my eye and it’s ol’ “get some” himself. As soon as I see his face I start to run in a dead sprint. Then I get a call from him 2 seconds later asking me where I had gone. I hid in a gas station until the coast was clear.
Murra, you best watch out, Ole’ Get Some rapes purdy young ladies like you.
It’s a lot like I’m a donky, and God is riding me. The carrot is dangled a foot in front of me as he insists that it’s “just a little bit further”. I get into UGA, and it just felt like the most amazing feeling. I started shaking and called random people and screamed a lot. Then I can’t find a job… NO fucking openings in town. No money for a deposit or first months rent. My Mom is sadly trying to take out a student loan to pay for me to move and be able to eat for the first month while I look for a job and get settled into my new life 200 miles away from Statesboro. I’m so terrified, but I know I have to do it. I have the same feeling I had right after High School graduation, that If I don’t leave now I never will. It’s true. It’s time to move on.