Marcelina's gone. It's pretty much the worst thing that has ever happened. Worse than any lame-ass jihad. She had to go back to Poland yesterday to get ready for her big decisive entrance exams for a university in Cracow. If she fails them, then she's coming back here in September and going to Penn State instead, in which case she'll live two hours away from my Manhatten dorm. But if she passes and is admitted, then, granted, I'll still be seeing her for twenty days in August on our Britain trip, but after that, who knows if I'll ever see her again.
In a couple of days Bridgette is going with Joe to Amsterdam for a month; a bunch of the boys plus Ashley are touring King Astro's Trip around the midwest, also for a month; Rose is going to New Orleans; Allee has the play to do; the rest are cocksuckers I want no association with anymore. And the only real friend I've ever had left us for her dirty commie wolf country and I'm back to where I was a year ago. I was alone and miserable back then but that was before I had anybody so now I have people to actually miss.
Maybe some alone time will be good. I've been enjoying myself too much anyway. Now's a time to get back in character, perhaps.