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You know, when I was in my freshman year of college, I had a room mate. She wasn't around the dorms for too long, preferring to have her own privacy and independence away from the school run apartment complexes. But we were somewhat close when we first started (although I don't really remember her name. Sorry!), close enough that I knew that she came from Kansas city and was that type of girl who went to church every week and had a bible under her pillow. She didn't seem like a wild person...that is until one day when I was alone in our dorm room, that I found her diary that read through it like it was a novel. As shameful of an act as it was, I was so surprised when half-way through her diary I read more about her sexual experiences. It felt as if the person mentioned in the diary wasn't the same girl that I shared this room with.
More on the subject, it surprised me that she had any sexual experience, let alone enough to write twenty or so pages to it. She described every sexual act and pleasure that she felt - things that I had yet to experience. Yes, I was a virgin and yes, I was in college...and no, I didn't get to experience any of those things that year. Or the year after that. Or the year after that.
Okay, fine. I'm still a virgin, even in my senior year of college.
The point is that I'm writing this because of how liberating it must have felt for my roommate to write these things about her life. The things that she felt, thought and experienced, that she didn't want the world to know about. I want to express myself in that way (although not in a physical diary like she did, that's just stupid).
I attend the University of Pennsylvania. I'm originally from Austin, Texas but once I got the acceptance letter to an Ivy League school, it felt as if I didn't have the choice to move. First of all, my parents were freaking thrilled. I was going to one of the top colleges in the country and on top of that, most of my tuition was paid from the scholarships that I got upon applying. Come to think of it, while I'm making it seem as if I had no input in the matter, I was more than happy to move someplace away from my family; as the only child to some pretty strict parents, the idea of some freedom felt pretty damn good. Hell, the first thing I did when I got here was open some social media accounts because I no longer than my mom and dad breathing down my neck.
As far as my studies go, I'm studying statistics and mathematics. I'm a pretty decent student, having a GPA of 3.6 in a relatively difficult major. I do pretty well by myself, not being the type to join study groups and the like. What can I say, other than I don't enjoy too much surrounding myself with guys. I guess I'm what you'd call just a tiny pic stuck-up; I didn't like getting hit-on so I try to distance myself from men who show the faintest amount of interest in me.
More on that well - a lot of guys who interest in me. Not to toot my own horn here, but I'm what you'd call a "sex-bomb" type of woman. I worked out a lot on my spare time, so I'm fit, I have abs, a thin waist and some pretty strong thighs. But I guess what guys (and some women too) notice more frequently is my massive chest. There wasn't anything to deny, I had some pretty big boobies. Although my bra size is usually around 32JJ (sizes got a little wacky between companies), I felt that my actual size was a bit bigger than that.
I suppose that it didn't help that on my spare time, that I did some modeling. Not too major, mind you. I didn't have any work for the bigger swimsuit companies or anything, so you probably won't see me modeling for brands like Cali Dreaming, San Lorenzo or anything. But I did do modeling for some lesser known, start-up brands. The pay was decent and again, helped me pay for school now that I'm in senior year and my student debt crawling up behind me (sure, the scholarships helped pay like I mentioned earlier, but they didn't pay everything).
I still live in the college dorms, by the way. I was a practical kind of gal and I didn't want to give myself more expenses if I didn't have to. The good news was that I saved about 500$ a month by living in these same college dorms that I was in when I was a freshman. The bad news? I lived among a whole lot of party-seeking, alcohol crazed freshmen. Thankfully, my new room-mate Precious wasn't one of those types and reminded me a whole lot of myself when I was here for the first time.
Which reminds me, I was supposed to be heading back to my dorm room right about now. I was about to catch up some of my favorite shows haha. See you later, me!
Out of character: I'm looking for one dominant writer to play as one perverted, sex-crazed college freshman that I'll bump into in my next post. If you're interested, hit me up with a PM. I'll respond to you whenever I get the chance. Thank you
More on the subject, it surprised me that she had any sexual experience, let alone enough to write twenty or so pages to it. She described every sexual act and pleasure that she felt - things that I had yet to experience. Yes, I was a virgin and yes, I was in college...and no, I didn't get to experience any of those things that year. Or the year after that. Or the year after that.
Okay, fine. I'm still a virgin, even in my senior year of college.
The point is that I'm writing this because of how liberating it must have felt for my roommate to write these things about her life. The things that she felt, thought and experienced, that she didn't want the world to know about. I want to express myself in that way (although not in a physical diary like she did, that's just stupid).
I attend the University of Pennsylvania. I'm originally from Austin, Texas but once I got the acceptance letter to an Ivy League school, it felt as if I didn't have the choice to move. First of all, my parents were freaking thrilled. I was going to one of the top colleges in the country and on top of that, most of my tuition was paid from the scholarships that I got upon applying. Come to think of it, while I'm making it seem as if I had no input in the matter, I was more than happy to move someplace away from my family; as the only child to some pretty strict parents, the idea of some freedom felt pretty damn good. Hell, the first thing I did when I got here was open some social media accounts because I no longer than my mom and dad breathing down my neck.
As far as my studies go, I'm studying statistics and mathematics. I'm a pretty decent student, having a GPA of 3.6 in a relatively difficult major. I do pretty well by myself, not being the type to join study groups and the like. What can I say, other than I don't enjoy too much surrounding myself with guys. I guess I'm what you'd call just a tiny pic stuck-up; I didn't like getting hit-on so I try to distance myself from men who show the faintest amount of interest in me.
More on that well - a lot of guys who interest in me. Not to toot my own horn here, but I'm what you'd call a "sex-bomb" type of woman. I worked out a lot on my spare time, so I'm fit, I have abs, a thin waist and some pretty strong thighs. But I guess what guys (and some women too) notice more frequently is my massive chest. There wasn't anything to deny, I had some pretty big boobies. Although my bra size is usually around 32JJ (sizes got a little wacky between companies), I felt that my actual size was a bit bigger than that.
I suppose that it didn't help that on my spare time, that I did some modeling. Not too major, mind you. I didn't have any work for the bigger swimsuit companies or anything, so you probably won't see me modeling for brands like Cali Dreaming, San Lorenzo or anything. But I did do modeling for some lesser known, start-up brands. The pay was decent and again, helped me pay for school now that I'm in senior year and my student debt crawling up behind me (sure, the scholarships helped pay like I mentioned earlier, but they didn't pay everything).
I still live in the college dorms, by the way. I was a practical kind of gal and I didn't want to give myself more expenses if I didn't have to. The good news was that I saved about 500$ a month by living in these same college dorms that I was in when I was a freshman. The bad news? I lived among a whole lot of party-seeking, alcohol crazed freshmen. Thankfully, my new room-mate Precious wasn't one of those types and reminded me a whole lot of myself when I was here for the first time.
Which reminds me, I was supposed to be heading back to my dorm room right about now. I was about to catch up some of my favorite shows haha. See you later, me!
Out of character: I'm looking for one dominant writer to play as one perverted, sex-crazed college freshman that I'll bump into in my next post. If you're interested, hit me up with a PM. I'll respond to you whenever I get the chance. Thank you
