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So this weekend was downright amazing. I got Timmy in Portland on Thursday night, and all the time I spent with him was so wonderful. I'll explain in more detail when I'm in a better mood, but right now, there are more pressing issues that I just really need to vent about.
The little one first. So today I did laundry, like I do every Sunday. Well, today apparently all the other people in Stone had to do laundry too. I waited my turn for washers, then waited patiently for a dryer as well. I waited 60 minutes for my laundry to dry, and went down to get it. I got downstairs and found, oh wait, it had been tabled. It was still hot. My laundry hadn't been done for more than 5 minutes and it had already been tabled. The only people down there were freshman girls. Seriously? You can't wait 5 minutes for a dryer? I waited 20. Not only that, but now one of my socks is missing. It's only a sock, right? Not to me. I have never lost a sock. Never. The one time my laundry gets tabled, and one is missing. Thank you freshman girls. You're wonderful. Maybe it's just me, but it seems that this year's freshmen are much more inconsiderate.
But that's not even the most important thing. I posted a couple entries back about how much I love when my friends make fun of me (Hint: sarcasm). Well, I talked to them, and they supposedly were laying off. Well, Friday night they again crossed the line. Timmy was up and we were hanging out with my two closest friends. I leaned over and kissed Timmy, and was immediately greeted with a chorus of "Oh, so cute, two boys kissing!" They apparently didn't see how this could upset me. Not to mention that it was then added to Timmy: "You haven't found it yet?" (a reference to me supposedly having a penis). Really, why wouldn't that upset me? Well, it did, so instead of showing weakness in front of them (come on, how many of us actually enjoy crying in front of our friends?), I just hid my head behind Timmy. They eventually left, and I then vented about it to him. Later that night, Timmy saw them in the hall and explained that it upset me. He told me after that one of them seemed very apologetic and the other didn't. Of course, that didn't help me at all. It didn't really hurt, but it didn't help. So the weekend went by. I didn't talk to either of them, just focused on spending as much time with Timmy as I could. Tonight came, and I had to take him to Augusta so his mom could pick him up. Right after we left, one of them texted him with a guilt trip "bye, it was nice seeing you for a whole ten minutes" or something close to that. Guilt trips don't go over well with either of us.
You know what? I'm not going to get into the rest of what happened the rest of the night. So far, it's basically been more of the same. I'm probably losing at least one of them as a friend. I don't know what will happen. And one thing I love more than anything is being made out to be the bad guy when I'm the one feeling attacked.
So that's the extent of what's going on in my life. It hurts. A lot. It certainly doesn't help that now Timmy's not here. I get to see him again in two weeks, but I need him now. Of course, it has to be right after he leaves.
The little one first. So today I did laundry, like I do every Sunday. Well, today apparently all the other people in Stone had to do laundry too. I waited my turn for washers, then waited patiently for a dryer as well. I waited 60 minutes for my laundry to dry, and went down to get it. I got downstairs and found, oh wait, it had been tabled. It was still hot. My laundry hadn't been done for more than 5 minutes and it had already been tabled. The only people down there were freshman girls. Seriously? You can't wait 5 minutes for a dryer? I waited 20. Not only that, but now one of my socks is missing. It's only a sock, right? Not to me. I have never lost a sock. Never. The one time my laundry gets tabled, and one is missing. Thank you freshman girls. You're wonderful. Maybe it's just me, but it seems that this year's freshmen are much more inconsiderate.
But that's not even the most important thing. I posted a couple entries back about how much I love when my friends make fun of me (Hint: sarcasm). Well, I talked to them, and they supposedly were laying off. Well, Friday night they again crossed the line. Timmy was up and we were hanging out with my two closest friends. I leaned over and kissed Timmy, and was immediately greeted with a chorus of "Oh, so cute, two boys kissing!" They apparently didn't see how this could upset me. Not to mention that it was then added to Timmy: "You haven't found it yet?" (a reference to me supposedly having a penis). Really, why wouldn't that upset me? Well, it did, so instead of showing weakness in front of them (come on, how many of us actually enjoy crying in front of our friends?), I just hid my head behind Timmy. They eventually left, and I then vented about it to him. Later that night, Timmy saw them in the hall and explained that it upset me. He told me after that one of them seemed very apologetic and the other didn't. Of course, that didn't help me at all. It didn't really hurt, but it didn't help. So the weekend went by. I didn't talk to either of them, just focused on spending as much time with Timmy as I could. Tonight came, and I had to take him to Augusta so his mom could pick him up. Right after we left, one of them texted him with a guilt trip "bye, it was nice seeing you for a whole ten minutes" or something close to that. Guilt trips don't go over well with either of us.
You know what? I'm not going to get into the rest of what happened the rest of the night. So far, it's basically been more of the same. I'm probably losing at least one of them as a friend. I don't know what will happen. And one thing I love more than anything is being made out to be the bad guy when I'm the one feeling attacked.
So that's the extent of what's going on in my life. It hurts. A lot. It certainly doesn't help that now Timmy's not here. I get to see him again in two weeks, but I need him now. Of course, it has to be right after he leaves.