I met someone that works in my department from school at the club tonight. Because I am a fucking idiot, and wanted to sell a stupid dance, I told him my real name in passing, then through a stupid joke I made about school (which you would only understand if you knew the department) we discovered our real life connection. We agreed to never acknowledge each other if we see each other again outside the club, and then the DJ was super nice and didn't put me back onstage when I asked him (and told him what happened).
So I feel like a fucking moron for the real name thing (i always use my fake real name, Raquel) it is my own damn fault. it makes me bummed that I kind of stick out at school cause my look is different. I feel really vulnerable because according to my scholarship, I am not supposed to have jobs that "interfere" with school, the terms are really unspecific. But that is the crux of the matter.
WTF, I literally worked around the friggin corner from my old school and never saw anyone in there. Major bummer.
Edited to add:
I, Sunnie, acknowledge the fact that I am a complete moron. I wish I could blame my idiocy on being drunk, but I can't fall back on that crutch. I acted, in a word, like a moron.



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