"Oh, God!", I shouted, starting to tear up, "Does this mean I'm going blind?!"
Doc laughed and informed me that I have to simply take breaks during reading and writing and do eye exercises at night for a few months. I received contacts, a job (the manager said I'm seemed nice) and a future appointment date. All of that being said, let's catch up on what's going on here at school:
The Alkies Front
About two weeks ago (yes, yes, I know it's been a long time), Insecure Twit and I had a fight. Since then, I stopped speaking to all of the alkies (which was very easy and considering they weren't really speaking to me, including my own roommate, Popularity Goddess). I was completely through. This was apparently upsetting enough for them to have a mini meeting about it but not upsetting enough for them to say anything to me. Apparently, I then took things TOO FAR when I de-friended them on Facebook. Mind you, I had removed them from my AIM, but in Alkie Land, Facebook. Is. God. About 3 days ago, I received a message from Black Man Whore stating:
hey i was just wondering why you defriended me? i didnt do ANYTHING to you so i think thats rude. i always acknowledge you when i see you and its unfair that ur blaming all of us for one persons actions. i was nice to you that night and listened to you. the only person you should be somewhat mad at is brittagh and maybe u should talk to her about why ur mad instead of ignoring all of us, especially sarah since she didnt do anything. ik ur a great loving person and its really sad that we dont see that anymore.
I wrote back:
you should know that I don't do facebook messaging when/if I have a problem with someone, so since you've brought something up, i'll come see you tonight.
She replied:
well i have class from 7-9:30, please let me know whats going on cause i really don't understand.
When I called her, she said that she wasn't back and she'd see me after her class. Around 10, I called her again and she happened to be in Insecure Twit's room next to me with PG, drinking wine and watching the basketball game. She came over and we hashed it out.
"I just wanted to know why you de-friended me on Facebook," she began. I explained to her that I had de-friended all of the Alkies and she wasn't to take it personal. She complained that she didn't deserve her treatment and I shut her argument down reminding her that no one talked to me that night and I hadn't heard anything from anyone since then.
"Well, you can be a little intimidating," she accused. I took it as a compliment. In the end we ended up calling a truce, and I added her back as a Facebook friend. The funny part came after she left and went back next door. Our walls are extremely thin and so I'm sure PG & IT were listening to our conversation. As BMW got settled back in their room, all I could hear is frantic buzzing as they pumped her for information. I kept hearing BMW say, "I don't know! I don't know!" Finally, their brains clicked that I could hear them and so they headed out of our suite into the outside lounge. While this was going on, I was cracking up in our room. What idiots.
One more thing: PG refused to sleep or hang out in our room now. She turned her desk so that her back was towards our door and I very rarely see her. As ridiculous as spending $5,600 a year just to sleep in IT's room seems, having the room to myself is quite nice.
The Saved Sinners Front:
Since the incident with the Alkies, I have--
Wait a minute. I'm writing this in our room, and IT just came in (yeah, she just barges in whenever she pleases unless I lock the door) smelling like something close to what I'm guessing a cheap prostitute would smell like if they went shopping at Walmart. I had to make a mad dash for something to cover my nose with before I died of stank intoxication. She left her keys in our room for PG and left out, slamming our door so hard she rattled the cups on my desk. Then PG walked in smelling equally horrible, grabbed some stuff and was about to head out before IT came in to point out her keys. This is so stupid.
Anywho, since the Alkies accident, I have hung out with the Saved Sinners a few times. God, I feel like I'm hanging with four little sisters. They're all immature and materialistic. For example, they are obsessed with their hair, and it would be tragic to see what would happen if a bad hair day came about. I play nice, smile, laugh and then go home thanking God I'm nothing like them.
You know, I actually have a bunch of mini stories for you, but I'm so irritated that this little bitch just came in, offended my nostrils, funked up the air and slammed my door, I'm going to have to sign off.
Oh, and it's good to be back.
you should know that I don't do facebook messaging when/if I have a problem with someone, so since you've brought something up, i'll come see you tonight.
She replied:
well i have class from 7-9:30, please let me know whats going on cause i really don't understand.
When I called her, she said that she wasn't back and she'd see me after her class. Around 10, I called her again and she happened to be in Insecure Twit's room next to me with PG, drinking wine and watching the basketball game. She came over and we hashed it out.
"I just wanted to know why you de-friended me on Facebook," she began. I explained to her that I had de-friended all of the Alkies and she wasn't to take it personal. She complained that she didn't deserve her treatment and I shut her argument down reminding her that no one talked to me that night and I hadn't heard anything from anyone since then.
"Well, you can be a little intimidating," she accused. I took it as a compliment. In the end we ended up calling a truce, and I added her back as a Facebook friend. The funny part came after she left and went back next door. Our walls are extremely thin and so I'm sure PG & IT were listening to our conversation. As BMW got settled back in their room, all I could hear is frantic buzzing as they pumped her for information. I kept hearing BMW say, "I don't know! I don't know!" Finally, their brains clicked that I could hear them and so they headed out of our suite into the outside lounge. While this was going on, I was cracking up in our room. What idiots.
One more thing: PG refused to sleep or hang out in our room now. She turned her desk so that her back was towards our door and I very rarely see her. As ridiculous as spending $5,600 a year just to sleep in IT's room seems, having the room to myself is quite nice.
The Saved Sinners Front:
Since the incident with the Alkies, I have--
Wait a minute. I'm writing this in our room, and IT just came in (yeah, she just barges in whenever she pleases unless I lock the door) smelling like something close to what I'm guessing a cheap prostitute would smell like if they went shopping at Walmart. I had to make a mad dash for something to cover my nose with before I died of stank intoxication. She left her keys in our room for PG and left out, slamming our door so hard she rattled the cups on my desk. Then PG walked in smelling equally horrible, grabbed some stuff and was about to head out before IT came in to point out her keys. This is so stupid.
Anywho, since the Alkies accident, I have hung out with the Saved Sinners a few times. God, I feel like I'm hanging with four little sisters. They're all immature and materialistic. For example, they are obsessed with their hair, and it would be tragic to see what would happen if a bad hair day came about. I play nice, smile, laugh and then go home thanking God I'm nothing like them.
You know, I actually have a bunch of mini stories for you, but I'm so irritated that this little bitch just came in, offended my nostrils, funked up the air and slammed my door, I'm going to have to sign off.
Oh, and it's good to be back.
3 comments:
Wow, yeah. I know where you're coming from with the whole roommate fighting thing. And the roommate having friends you absolutely cannot stand. I would put it on his comment, but it's long enough for a whole post, so I'll save it for later. What was your fight with IT about?
These girls are ridic!! Ugh so much drama, that sucks for you... drama is good for blogging though so at least there's that ;)
-J
Ps- good to have you back!!
Ah, fuck 'em all. Immature or what?
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