11/21/51

Sam’s new boyfriend is such a dick. He’s some pretentious art student Midwest transplant to New York City, and ugh I can’t even list the many ways in which he annoys me. Also he claims that his roommate has discovered fragments of the Memory Project. I had to bite my tongue so I didn’t laugh in his face. First of all, everyone and their mom discovers Project fragments, in their attics, buried in their backyards, floating in the sea in a bottle. Or they find a series of clues leading them to the hiding place of the Memory Project. Or whatever. And I know through experience (I went through a misguided phase where I read every single thing available on the Memory Project ever) that most of those claims are full of crap. And he sounded so smug while saying it too. Sam has undoubtedly the worst taste in guys. Also got my grades back. Not as terrible as I though they’d be but still I can kiss that 4.0 good bye sighhh.