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So how should I start this? I have never really written in a diary before...
Let's start with the basics; hi. My name is Jessica and it's my Freshman year of college. I'm going through the motions - you know, the whole moving into my dorm room, getting to know campus and where my classes are. It might sound like not such a big deal, but from a small town girl from Kansas who's now living in New York City, well...it's a pretty big deal.
I got settled in about two months ago - a few days before my classes even started, to be precise. At first, I was a bit overwhelmed with the amount of people in the city (seriously, how do people navigate around here? How do people even get around by car?! There's so much darn traffic!) but thankfully my roommate Cindy has been a huge help. She even got me to spice up my Instagram profile and everything!
I didn't come to New York city alone, mind you - my boyfriend got admitted to NYC about a two years before me and we've been in a long distance relationship since. Well, that is until I got here and then it become more of a, you know, normal relationship (whatever that means). Everything was going great so far - I was doing well in my classes so far and I was well on my way to getting some well deserved As for my classes.
The only issue came to a certain classmate of mine and, as bad luck sought out, the room-mate of Jack (my boyfriend). His name was George; a college freshman fresh out of high school, just like me. However, unlike me, this guy was awful; dumb (or at least, so lazy that he couldn't be bothered with completing assignments. Which is just as bad), rude and not to mention lewd. He was always hitting on me.
I guess in a strange, twisted way, I couldn't blame him. I mean I know that I have a rocking body. I'm tall-ish (I stand at about 5'9") and am pretty fit. I have that hour-glass body that guys go crazy for, you know, with wide hips, big boobs (38DD) and legs that just wouldn't quit. What guys usually notice about me is my ass though. Yes, I happen to have a big, round derriere. Baby's got back, all right?
Unfortunately to me, it seemed that George was also an ass man and would always sneak up behind me before striking conversation. I knew what he was doing - I sure wasn't born yesterday.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't just take it. I would outright tell George to stop sneaking behind me, or talking about me to Jack (it was his way of annoying him, or trying to get him jealous I guess). My cold shoulder and being mean technique didn't seem to phase him. Oh well...
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Today was just like any other day. I was at school and finished English class with some time to spare before I'd head to my dorm. One thing that I probably should have mentioned earlier is that I'm part of the reader's club and I was putting up fliers for recruitment purposes (yes, can you believe that we're only five members? Jeez). Between the hustle and bustle of incoming waves of students, there I stood, pinning up a few posters here and there.
And of course, George saw me.
I didn't notice him, until I heard him say something lewd. "Damn, I love how it jiggles..." he said, before I turned around and saw him with phone in hand.
"What the hell was that, George?"
"Oh nothing." he said with a stupid grin. He took a photo of me from behind, though he didn't show it to me just yet.
"By the way, I love your outfit today. Did you do something with your hair?"
Yep, I did actually. I usually have my hair down, but this morning I tried something different and braided it. Of course, I wasn't about to talk about that to him, nor was I about to talk about why I wore a red top and jeans today. Why the hell would I? Did he really think that I'd fall for this crap?
"Cut to the chase." I answered coldly, crossing my arms "I don't have all day."

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So how should I start this? I have never really written in a diary before...
Let's start with the basics; hi. My name is Jessica and it's my Freshman year of college. I'm going through the motions - you know, the whole moving into my dorm room, getting to know campus and where my classes are. It might sound like not such a big deal, but from a small town girl from Kansas who's now living in New York City, well...it's a pretty big deal.
I got settled in about two months ago - a few days before my classes even started, to be precise. At first, I was a bit overwhelmed with the amount of people in the city (seriously, how do people navigate around here? How do people even get around by car?! There's so much darn traffic!) but thankfully my roommate Cindy has been a huge help. She even got me to spice up my Instagram profile and everything!
"Okay, so it was a tad revealing...but it got me over 100 likes. For whatever that's worth."
I didn't come to New York city alone, mind you - my boyfriend got admitted to NYC about a two years before me and we've been in a long distance relationship since. Well, that is until I got here and then it become more of a, you know, normal relationship (whatever that means). Everything was going great so far - I was doing well in my classes so far and I was well on my way to getting some well deserved As for my classes.
The only issue came to a certain classmate of mine and, as bad luck sought out, the room-mate of Jack (my boyfriend). His name was George; a college freshman fresh out of high school, just like me. However, unlike me, this guy was awful; dumb (or at least, so lazy that he couldn't be bothered with completing assignments. Which is just as bad), rude and not to mention lewd. He was always hitting on me.
I guess in a strange, twisted way, I couldn't blame him. I mean I know that I have a rocking body. I'm tall-ish (I stand at about 5'9") and am pretty fit. I have that hour-glass body that guys go crazy for, you know, with wide hips, big boobs (38DD) and legs that just wouldn't quit. What guys usually notice about me is my ass though. Yes, I happen to have a big, round derriere. Baby's got back, all right?
Unfortunately to me, it seemed that George was also an ass man and would always sneak up behind me before striking conversation. I knew what he was doing - I sure wasn't born yesterday.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't just take it. I would outright tell George to stop sneaking behind me, or talking about me to Jack (it was his way of annoying him, or trying to get him jealous I guess). My cold shoulder and being mean technique didn't seem to phase him. Oh well...
...
Today was just like any other day. I was at school and finished English class with some time to spare before I'd head to my dorm. One thing that I probably should have mentioned earlier is that I'm part of the reader's club and I was putting up fliers for recruitment purposes (yes, can you believe that we're only five members? Jeez). Between the hustle and bustle of incoming waves of students, there I stood, pinning up a few posters here and there.
And of course, George saw me.
I didn't notice him, until I heard him say something lewd. "Damn, I love how it jiggles..." he said, before I turned around and saw him with phone in hand.
"What the hell was that, George?"
"Oh nothing." he said with a stupid grin. He took a photo of me from behind, though he didn't show it to me just yet.
"By the way, I love your outfit today. Did you do something with your hair?"
Yep, I did actually. I usually have my hair down, but this morning I tried something different and braided it. Of course, I wasn't about to talk about that to him, nor was I about to talk about why I wore a red top and jeans today. Why the hell would I? Did he really think that I'd fall for this crap?
"Cut to the chase." I answered coldly, crossing my arms "I don't have all day."
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