I've Missed You...

Hello, strangers! I feel as if I've returned from the dead! I'm glad to be back writing on here and I've comprised a list of excuses as to why I haven't written in so long, so I hope I don't seem too desperate to prove myself worthy of the little break I've had. In no particular order is a series of unfortunate events that have kept me from my beautiful blog:

1) My phone got stolen.
Fun always has a way of stabbing me in the back, it seems. I tried to put myself out there and went to a small party after a football game with some of my friends. It started out great. The people were normal and it wasn't scary at all, which is something that is hard to find at my school, I've found.
In short, the whole thing was my fault entirely, and that's why I'm so upset about it. Maybe I was too trusting in the people, I don't know. I thought that maybe because all the lights were on and no one was doing sneaky things in the bathroom that the party was okay. And it was. But I guess a certain person wasn't.
I accidentally left my phone sitting on a couch while I went over to ask my friends what time they wanted to leave. I saw my phone sitting on the couch and decided to grab it in five minutes. I went back over and there was a girl who was sleeping on the couch (apparently she had been up super early that day), so then I decided to just grab it when we left.
When we were about to leave, I couldn't find my phone. Guys turned over couches for me, called and called my number, asked everyone around (which was only about ten people) if they had seen it. It was nowhere to be found.
In my panic, I lied to my parents. In retrospect that was a bad idea. I told them my phone was malfunctioning because I was scared they'd be angry with me at leaving it sitting somewhere.
After finally fessing up to my parents, all sorts of madness ensued which included me thinking I found my phone on Craigslist, meeting in my sketchy dorm at midnight with an officer who wasn't convinced of my innocence in the matter (honestly, he asked me if the girl was passed out on my phone from drinking instead of just sleeping), and then being let down completely when I found out the phone wasn't mine.
I did some of the scariest things I've ever done that week without my phone. I had to call 911 to have a meeting with an officer about my stolen phone. YOU DON'T JUST CALL 911. Since preschool, 911 has been that number your fingers just automatically avoid at all costs. Even if you were that kid who wanted to play a prank and called 911, you can't lie that your finger paused before hitting that last "1" in the sequence. I probably sounded like a meth addict who was making things up I was so nervous talking to the operator.

2) I had to move out of my dorm.
Yes, for those of you who knew my situation before, you are probably breathing a sigh of relief. I moved out of my dorm in a matter of one day due to the fact that I had overheard my roommate having a not so nice talk about me to her friend when they thought I was sleeping. I have never been so blatantly made fun of, even if not directly (although who really still talks about someone aloud even if they appear asleep?). What surprised me most was my emotional response to the situation. At the time laying there by myself, I was more angry than anything. But when I called my mom after storming out the next morning, I found myself unable to even say hello to her and instead just burst into tears. I think it was every emotion that had been built up coming out, and I couldn't understand why it hurt me so much that someone I didn't really care about thought so horribly of me. Maybe that was the reason why I was so upset...I couldn't understand why she would already dislike me so much when she barely knew me and I had been so nice to her.
It turned out good, though, as I moved that weekend into a little all girls dorm on the outskirts of campus. Everyone has been super sweet and I hope it will make everything more bearable. On the bright side, I can indulge in hilarious stories about my roommate that I'm almost positive you won't believe! Get ready for laughs!

3) I got a C on my first English essay.
It's one thing to get a bad grade in a class where you're not motivated to work and very obviously did not take too much time in. It's even worse when you get a bad grade in your favorite class in your favorite subject and you spent all of about 6 hours editing and re-editing your work.
My English professor said a C was average and not to be angry at him, but I have an intrinsic fear in that letter in the alphabet. It was just something I was unaccustomed to seeing and in my mind I had failed miserably. On top of that, if I keep getting these grades, my scholarship becomes null and void. So much stress in one grade! And I honestly don't know what else to do to improve my writing essays.

So, there are three very sad attempts at excusing myself from not writing on here for awhile. I will be on more, I promise! Be prepared for some laughs, as I will definitely not be holding back anymore since moving out! Oh, sweet revenge!


P.S. Here is a picture of my feelings about whenever I try to do fun things in college:

Alexis