My life in Cali

Ok, so it takes me a while to blog ... It seems like I am blogger impaired. Anyway, this is what has happened this summer. The raw-vegan diet failed but I stayed vegetarian (1 point Fail 1 point weight loss) I was living in those contemporary build-as-many-as-you-can type of apartments but for X reason I moved out and moved in with some of the coolest people I've ever met. It turns out one of them bailed on me and my other roommate, but instead of crying a river we made the best of the situation and ended up finding a good friend on each other. Drama keeps occurring, however, we find a way to make life work until July comes and I have to pack my bags one more time, the Big Orange awaits me. Excitement rules my world, rocks my socks, and whatever cool slang adjective anyone uses to describe this kind of situation. Then I arrive to what is supposed to be my home for this quarter and next and all hells break loose, I just want to drop dead right there and then. My "room" is not a room, it lacks space and coziness (the coziness I worked so hard to obtain on my last two months in EP that I left behind), my school is not such a disappointment but I realized this is NOT was I was hoping for, and my roommate sucks. Yes, he sucks so much sluts are jealous of him for his suckish habits. Turns out I was given false advertisement all this time, not only that, but I realized that reality has a kick when it bitch-slaps me in the face like a thousand times ... everytime. Yes, it's been hard, and yeah I might be over reacting. Call me crazy but a month has gone by and none of the things I expected have come nor the things I thought would be happening in my life have ocurred. So, does this suck or is it just me?