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So now that school has started and there's been a couple weekends to go out and party (like rockstars?), it seems the old "Julia Problems" are starting to resurface.
After Saturday night, I was kind of pissed at her. Today, after talking to a girl in one of my classes about what happened Saturday night, I'm even more angry with her.
I highly doubt you're wondering what the story is, but I'll tell you anyway.
Under cut so you can read only if you want to.
On Saturday, I woke up early to go on a 9am - 3 30pm field trip where we took a bus to 9 different stops in different areas up to 30 minutes from Guelph to look at different landscapes and how glaciers formed them or the impact fluvial weathering has on them (really not the point, but hey, that's what we were doing). I got back around 4pm, exhausted, starving, and not wanted to get ready for my "coincidental dinner". However, I did went to that, came home around 8 and was ready to go to bed then. I'd told some friends I'd go out with them - I'd given up my Friday, I was not giving up my Saturday too.
Anyways, Andrew and Julia came to my house for some predrinking, I had two coolers which actually hit me really hard and I was surprised by how much they affected me. We went downtown and, once we were at the bar, I had another drink. Which proved to be a bad idea. It hit me hard . At that point, from my exhaustion and having ate so little that day I was about five minutes from passing out until I left early.
Julia, being completely hammered, decided that she'd rather stay and dance in a cage with her sister than keep me company at the taxi stop while I waited for about 45 minutes for a taxi - 15 of which (maybe more) where I was stared at by a fat, greasy, creeper. I was so uncomfortable, trying to stay conscious, and thought that at any moment I was going to die/get attack/something horrible was going to happen (gut feelings, y'know?).
Today, in my Geomorphology class, I was talking to a friend, Marti. She was telling me that on Friday, she was downtown with friends, and her friend was punched in the face and put in a garbage can by a creeper because she wouldn't make out with him. The description of my creeper matched her description.
I know if it was my friend who needed to leave, I would've stayed at the taxi stop with her to make sure she was okay rather than just saying, "Text me when you get home". What is the point to that? If I hadn't made it home, you wouldn't have gotten a text message, what would you have done then?
Nothing.
I'm right in being pretty angry about this right?
After Saturday night, I was kind of pissed at her. Today, after talking to a girl in one of my classes about what happened Saturday night, I'm even more angry with her.
I highly doubt you're wondering what the story is, but I'll tell you anyway.
Under cut so you can read only if you want to.
On Saturday, I woke up early to go on a 9am - 3 30pm field trip where we took a bus to 9 different stops in different areas up to 30 minutes from Guelph to look at different landscapes and how glaciers formed them or the impact fluvial weathering has on them (really not the point, but hey, that's what we were doing). I got back around 4pm, exhausted, starving, and not wanted to get ready for my "coincidental dinner". However, I did went to that, came home around 8 and was ready to go to bed then. I'd told some friends I'd go out with them - I'd given up my Friday, I was not giving up my Saturday too.
Anyways, Andrew and Julia came to my house for some predrinking, I had two coolers which actually hit me really hard and I was surprised by how much they affected me. We went downtown and, once we were at the bar, I had another drink. Which proved to be a bad idea. It hit me hard . At that point, from my exhaustion and having ate so little that day I was about five minutes from passing out until I left early.
Julia, being completely hammered, decided that she'd rather stay and dance in a cage with her sister than keep me company at the taxi stop while I waited for about 45 minutes for a taxi - 15 of which (maybe more) where I was stared at by a fat, greasy, creeper. I was so uncomfortable, trying to stay conscious, and thought that at any moment I was going to die/get attack/something horrible was going to happen (gut feelings, y'know?).
Today, in my Geomorphology class, I was talking to a friend, Marti. She was telling me that on Friday, she was downtown with friends, and her friend was punched in the face and put in a garbage can by a creeper because she wouldn't make out with him. The description of my creeper matched her description.
I know if it was my friend who needed to leave, I would've stayed at the taxi stop with her to make sure she was okay rather than just saying, "Text me when you get home". What is the point to that? If I hadn't made it home, you wouldn't have gotten a text message, what would you have done then?
Nothing.
I'm right in being pretty angry about this right?