Journal title: New journal woohoo!
You'd think that with my last journal getting ruined after being "accidentally" tossed in the wash, I would switch to a paper n pen journal but Nah, when have I ever learned my lesson? I am mad that everything from my class notes to some shit I'm supposed to remember is gone. So I guess for the record, my name is Callie Gibson. I am 21, and my birthday is tomorrow (March 17); I failed my bar test last June and need to retake it.
Journal title: So nervous!!
The bar is tomorrow...the bar... is tomorrow...holy fuck, THE BAR IS TOMORROW. I'm freaking out!! I failed the first time now; now it's a year later, I'm a year older, and I can not fail again. I only get two chances! Oh, boy, is the air heavy, or is it just me? Just me? Cool cool...oh boy. Ahh, Nate( I forgot to mention, I need to write more aha, I have a new boy toy! He's super cute omg, and he's in the military. God damn, it's hard not to jump him when I see him in uniform), says I can do it, that I will pass this time, but I'm not sure. Yes, I can sell a dog a paperclip but pass the bar? Nah, nope, no. I've even been burning through my strawberry mentats trying to study, which I no longer ask Nate for help with because he hates drug use with a passion(maybe it's a military thing? IDK)
Journal title: I PASSED!!!!
I-I-I can't believe it; I get to graduate this year and become a lawyer like my mom! Mom, I hope you are looking down on me and are proud. I need to celebrate...what can I do...oh! SO Nate is quite the artist even though he's embarrassed by it; for my birthday, he drew me this detailed and pretty butterfly with flowers around it. I think to celebrate; I'm going to get it as a tattoo; I've wanted a new one for a while, something that would look nice on my hip, that little drawing would be perfect! He doesn't really like the other tattoos, but this one would be his design; it would be unique and have meaning. Oh yea, I'm going to make an appointment now and call my dad.
Journal title: My luck ran out...
Nate and a few friends are throwing a birthday party for me today, 24 woodeedoo. I'm too mad and upset to enjoy the party. I just...I just want to sit here and cry. Dad...you were supposed to stay here...55 is still young, Dad. You-You promised...We were going to go on our annual hunting trip, and you were supposed to give me away at the wedding....You were always supposed to be there, dad. I-I kicked everyone out of my apartment, and I think I'm going to get shitfaced and finish off my tin of mentats
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Vault-Tec saved her
FanficA series of journal entries written by a woman out of time and her adventures in a strange new world This fanfic is written as a"first person POV journal" by the sole survivor from Fallout 4. Written as "journal entries" means, we have the main chap...
