Black Magic Woman

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Anistasiya (DELETED 3518)

Black Magic Woman

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November 11, 2012

Classes are getting more and more difficult as the semester progresses. I know I’m only a freshman, but I didn’t anticipate that 101 courses were going to be quite so difficult. University is kind of like high school, but it seems to be that the workload is so much more. Classes less often, but more work? Doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.

Mat and Otets are getting into my business more and more often. They won’t let me smoke in my room, even with the window open. They don’t understand my studies, either. To them, the occult is devil magic, something that the old religions were so afraid of. Some days I wonder why they’re so damn Russian... like they don’t understand American customs. I know I was only a baby when I came here, and that techinically I’m Russian too, but... ****. They just don’t get it. The intrigue, the mystery. I feel like we’re sitting on a dark magic hotspot, like it’s Buffy at the Hellmouth or something. Nothing at the University has managed to prove it, but I have a gut feeling. I know it. If I keep learning, and get my degree, I’m certain I’ll become one of the top occult specialists in Canada, and I’ll finally figure out what the hell is going on here. Four more years, four more years...

I need to move out. I answered an ad of some kid who’s starting school here in the spring. I figure since he’s a student too he won’t get so creeped out by my studies. I don’t really give a ****, I just want my own room where I can watch movies, stay up all night, and chain smoke as much as I want. Nasty habit, but **** it. It calms me down. It’s $400 a month, which is pretty fuckin’ steep, but I can swing it if I pick up a couple extra shifts at the sports bar a week. Work some overnights Friday and Saturday, and stuff.

I should be starting my final projects instead of writing in this damn journal. It’s Sunday, too, so Mat wants to have a family dinner. Joy. I can’t wait to move out so I only have to come by once a weekend and wash my laundry.

Out.

- Ani
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