My glutes hurt...
In Prison. May 2nd, 2005
Last Friday was a really unlucky day. Had it been a 13th, I would have started believing that Friday 13ths are really bad days!! Okay, basically 4 strange things happened... Firstly, as Francesca was driving into a parking space, she hit the side mirror against the wall, then as we were walking we passed... Fabio! He was walking in the opposite direction with some girl and when he passed them, we both said hi. I obviously turned all red and Francesca asked me what had happened and thus a very informative conversation was born...
Francesca: "What's wrong?"
Me: "You know the guy we just passed?"
F: "No..."
M: "That's Fabio..."
F: "WHAT?!"
M: "Mm-hmm..."
F: "Oh, do I have a story to tell you..."
M: [slightly worried] "Oh, no"
F: "Business school student?"
M: [more than slightly worried] "Yes...."
F: "Well, when Elisa (mean drunken bitch- I mean really nice girl -> my thoughts) and I went clubbing one night, he kept asking us for our phone numbers and wouldn't go away."
I was speechless. I thought she was going to say somethings like he was secretly 43, so I was relieved, but at the same time he has a girlfriend and was hitting on other girls. Not nice. And he was hitting on Elisa. Ew.
Later on, we were driving home from the stables and Francesca went too close to a BMW and left a little present on the side of his car, how do I know it is a guy who owned the car?... Easy! He was standing right there! Luckily, he was really nice about it and said that nothing had happened and didn't even ask her for her insurance number or whatever. But... As always I've saved the best for last... Okay, we were supposed to go over to a friend's house after we got home from the stables so I went home to shower. I got through the front doors and into the elevator all the while thinking about the Fabs incident. The elevator is really slow so I had a lot of time to think. The doors open and I get out. The first things you see when you get out of the elevator are two doors, one on your left (the left wing) and the other on your right (the right wing). I live on the left wing, the smaller, cleaner, calmer, less smelly of the two. I went through the left door and headed for my room. The first the thing I noticed was that the door was unlocked, if there is one thing I can be 100% sure about in my daily routine is that I DO NOT forget to lock my door. I knew that it had to be Mr. Stronzo in my room. He knows it bothers me that he goes into my room without a valid reason (as there has never actually been one) but in the contract it says that if they suspect something, they can go into the rooms without prior notice so I can't complain because he can easily pull that excuse out of his ass. Anywho, I really have no idea what he does when he's in there (nor do I really want to know) but no matter, because this time I was going to catch him red handed! I turned the handle slowly so that he wouldn't hear it and that's when I heard voices... He wasn't alone! He was going to be in SOOO much trouble!!! With my sweet revenge being the only thing on my mind, the following happened in all of 3 milliseconds: I slammed the door open and saw three people in the room, there was something seriously, Seriously, SERIOUSLY wrong with this picture! I slammed the door shut and looked at the number on the door... 105 - I was on the first floor... nothing wrong with that except for the fact that I live on the forth floor!!!... The only thing I really clearly remember is looking at them for 1 millisecond then yelling "Dio! Dove sono??" (God! Where am I?) like a completely baked idiot and running to the elevator... All on that same Friday...
In Prison. May 13th, 2005
I passed the second part of my economy class! I was dying! We ('Cesker, 'Lener and I) were all exhausted from a night of intense cramming and we were all cranky, terrified and over stressed. I didnt realize it right then, but we had studied an entire semester of economy in just over 2 days. Cramming works when done the right way and in the right company, because it may not have been physics, but it was NOT easy! To get your Economy average, you average out the two economy marks and since my first mark was 87%, I didn't want it to drop so I wouldn't have accepted anything less than that. But thinking realistically, we had studied little and this was another verbal exam, what were the chances I could pull another stellar performance (if I may say so myself) like the last time? But as sad as I make my life here seem, almost everything a happy ending, and this is no exception! I got a 93! I didn't meet my current average; I raised it!
In Vienna. May 14th, 2005
May 14th, 2005... My plane ride went a liitle like this: 11:15: I'm leeeeeeeeaving on a jet plane..... 12:05: in Vienna. It was the shortest plane trip I had ever taken. I am exhausted for no reason, so now I am going to take a shower and sleep.
May 15th, 2005... Just got home from a day out in my new temporary home... Vienna! Very temporary, indeed but no less fun. Today I went souvenir shopping, all my last vacation days spent running here and there like a rabid cat looking for souvenirs (and all my last minute school projects) have taught me that procrastination hardly ever works, and when it does, it isn't fun. So I got almost all my souvenir shopping done today, my first day here. While Vienna took a break from tending to my every shopping whim, I passed by a street magician. Sabatian from France. That is his name; he spoke English with a very heavy French accent and it was tres amusant imagining him saying, "Hello, my name is Pierre, I am from France and I have come to have sex with your family". He did a whole bunch of wicked tricks and it was cool. So yeah, I didn't really go sight-seeing and stuff but I had a good time. Unfortunately all Viennese foods (that are not desserts) have meat in them so my breakfast, lunch and dinner was... peanut butter and [raspberry] jelly sandwiches (that's the greatest cultural adventure since Jane and Tarzan or my name isn't Alice) on the best bread in the world. 'Cesker said that they sell that brand where she lives so I sent her on a mission: find me Olz bread. O with the two dots on top: I will have no imitations! I know that you're thinking and yeah, it's that good. The day passed really quickly and now I am about to sit back and watch some Family Guy. A big sloppy kiss direct from Vienna to all of you!
May 16th, 2005... Went to the Spanish Alta Scuela today! I asked this guy for directions and he totally tried to be the cool american dude he thought I might be after. He was sadly mistaking but he had this really funny imitation american accent and he pretended to know where Toronto was. I love horses so much! Lippizzaners aren't my favourite breed but I love them no less and they are so pretty! Everything in Vienna is so easy to find and since I got to the school earlier than I had planned, I went to the chocolate factory. Sweet dreams are made of this (Marilyn Manson, get out of my head)!!!. Chocolate everywhere (bet you didn't see that coming), I bought these strange little chocolate and cornflake globs which were amazing and Belgian chocolate truffles. Mm-Mm-Good! That was my dessert after a delicious and nutritious peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I would have bought the chocolates that Vienna is famous for (Mozart's balls) but I don't like marzipan (like that 'girl', for lack of a better term, from Slaphead's favourite web-site)! Before I knew it, it was dinner time and I went home. Early night tonight, too.
May 17th, 2005... I saw everything I wanted to see without my friends so today I was free to do that of which I wished and realized I urgently needed a pair of tweezers. Finding a pharmacy was like finding a needle in a haystack, but finding a pharmacy with tweezers in stock was like finding a needle in a field! It took me almost a whole day, but in the end I bought them and no one at the airport is going to separate me from my tweezers. No one!!!!!! Fool me once, shame on you! Fool me twice... You see, you can't fool me twice... hah
May 18th, 2005... Today I had to trudge through the rain and mud of Vienna to go to the station, be harassed by every complete loon there and wait 3 hours for my friends to arrive. There was one insane drunken nazi who was kicked out of the station and spinning around with is arms out, he hit me. Then the guy playing rubber pencil with a stick and every 15 seconds yelling 'YOP!!' highly pitched and very loud. Then the guy who told me that I couldn't stand beside his magazines if I didn't intend to buy one. HE put his magazines beside ME! Then the guy who approached me, speaking German despite the fact that I kept saying I spoke only English. Creep! He pointed out a cat hair on my chest and then he put his arm around me. Take YOUR arm off of MY shoulder! I moved away and he came really close to me and said something, I replied, "Okay, bye" and he burst out laughing and went away. When they finally arrived we all went back to the hotel and since they were tired and it was raining, we stayed there all day.
May 19th, 2005... We went sightseeing. 'Nuff said.
May 20th, 2005... We are starting to get tired of eachother. 'Nuff said.
May 21st, 2005... We're leaving and even though the city is beautiful, I am happy that it's over. Never again. No doubt about that.
At Home. May 29th, 2005
I don't even know what to think. I was about to write that I had just lived the worst day in the world, but the day was amazing, it was the evening the sucked ass! Basically we (Roberto, Cinzia, Alessandro, Sara, Dario, Georgia and I) went to this botanical garden and it was so pretty! We had this amazing time and I was sorry to leave. Since we had had this amazing day, we decided to go out for pizza. All went well and when dinner was over, Dario and Georgia drive home the rest of us to our own respective homes in Roberto's car. Roberto and I were having one of our discussions and I was right and he was wrong but since the others weren't too well informed on the matter, they took his side. I got angry and at that moment I started to think about all the times they took a side because they didn't know better and the times they made fun of my italian and when Sara and Cinzia talk and leave me out and stuff and I was so pissed I wanted to cry. When we got to my house, Roberto got out to accompany me to my door and I told him I didn't need him to accompany me and when he insisted I couldn't hold back anymore and I started crying (it wasn't that he said anything particularly moving, just that it's hard to talk when you have a lump in your throat). I ran into the house crying and refused to answer when they kept phoning. I feel so stupid but if they think I am simply going to be their court jester they can forget about it. Who goes to university here? Huh? I DO! Who never even finished highschool here? THEY DIDN'T!
At Home. June 4th, 2005
This passed week I made it clear to Roberto what I thought of him and his intelligence and again we parted with angry words. I didn't talk to anyone else and I feel great. I don't even have to straighten my hair. I can stay home and relax!
I just got home from horseback riding and I feel wonderful. It's been 9 months since I was last in the saddle and I am so happy!!! I know that it was a terrible idea to ride for three hours after I hadn't been in the saddle for so long but I don't care. Tomorrow I am going to be a little grumpy. Just a wee bit...
In Jail. June 7th, 2005
I just got off the phone with Roberto and everything seems to have worked out in my favor. I still have to clear things up with Sara but since my back hurts from horseback riding I am going home tomorrow and we'll see what happens.
Today I (with 'Cesker, Elena2 and Elisa [who I am not so sure I dislike anymore]) went to Italy's Wonderland: Gardaland. It seems a little smaller than Wonderland but it's fun level is just as high. We went on all the roller coasters and it was amazing. I am in terrible pain from Saturday's ride but no matter; no pain no gain anyway. We have this amazing picture of us on one of the roller coasters and it's so funny.
At Home. June 8th, 2005
On the bus ride home from the station today, I saw Sara and she acted as though nothing was ever amiss and so I thought I'd do the same. This afternoon we even went shopping and all was well. Everything is back to normal.
At Home. June 11th, 2005
WHAT THE HELL? I don't even know! Yesterday we all went out and now Sara is mad at me! I want to have my own life and she is mad. Yesterday evening she walks into the bar we were in, looks at me all pissed and when I didn't rush up to her all giggles and shits she goes and tells everyone BUT ME that she is mad at me because I looked pissed at her. Other way around, dear. When she left, the rest of the evening went great. Cinzia was completely different and I like this side of her much better. Everyone said so, too. It looks like she is this boring person but she totally isn't. Sara should be present less often. This morning she comes to my house uninvited and tries to sort everything out but I am not sure I even want to believe what she says.
Just got home from the stables again! This one guy fell and his face was all bloody but otherwise all is well. Sara said we are going out again tonight but that she doesn't feel well so she is staying home. I have to admit that I am sort of happy she isn't coming along.
At Home. June 12th, 2005
Today Roberto, Cinzia, Sara, Alessandro, Dario and I all went bike riding and all went well. Tonight we are going to see a fireworks display.
I swear Sara invites her craddle robber semi boyfriend on purpose to piss me off. If he wants to kill animals and then tell me about it, he is in for an unpleasant surprise. If he wants to pretend to like Sara, screw her then leave her, that's her problem, I told her all this so it is obvious that I don't like him so why does she always invite him everywhere? Is there a single occasion that he can go out with people his own age instead of us? At 31 you should not want to hang out with 19 and 20 year olds. Or am I being unreasonable? The fireworks were pretty and laughed and talked for a bit then we all went home. I was in the car with Roberto and Sara and Cinzia were in Sara's car and on the way home we were talking and I found out that Sara lies about everyone behind their back. Roberto and I talked on the phone for four hours and in the end it turns out that Sara has always been this way. She does it to me because she is jelous that people like me better because I am not always a wet blanket and unlike her, if I don't feel like doing something, I don't pressure people to keep me company when really they would like to do their own thing. Guys also like me more than her because as horrible as I feel admitting this, I am prettier. Alessandro and Roberto (brothers) don't like her but put up with her because Cinzia goes to school with Sara and they don't want to make life hard for their little sister. Cinzia always told her borthers what Sara said about them because she is very close to them. I never want to see Sara again and I said that if she goes out with them I refuse to be there. They said it was no problem because they would gladly choose me over her. Even Cinzia agreed because she doesn't like when Sara makes her sit out of all of the fun even if she pretended it didn't bother her. Score. Listen, I'm not evil; she totally asked for it.
Last Friday was a really unlucky day. Had it been a 13th, I would have started believing that Friday 13ths are really bad days!! Okay, basically 4 strange things happened... Firstly, as Francesca was driving into a parking space, she hit the side mirror against the wall, then as we were walking we passed... Fabio! He was walking in the opposite direction with some girl and when he passed them, we both said hi. I obviously turned all red and Francesca asked me what had happened and thus a very informative conversation was born...
Francesca: "What's wrong?"
Me: "You know the guy we just passed?"
F: "No..."
M: "That's Fabio..."
F: "WHAT?!"
M: "Mm-hmm..."
F: "Oh, do I have a story to tell you..."
M: [slightly worried] "Oh, no"
F: "Business school student?"
M: [more than slightly worried] "Yes...."
F: "Well, when Elisa (mean drunken bitch- I mean really nice girl -> my thoughts) and I went clubbing one night, he kept asking us for our phone numbers and wouldn't go away."
I was speechless. I thought she was going to say somethings like he was secretly 43, so I was relieved, but at the same time he has a girlfriend and was hitting on other girls. Not nice. And he was hitting on Elisa. Ew.
Later on, we were driving home from the stables and Francesca went too close to a BMW and left a little present on the side of his car, how do I know it is a guy who owned the car?... Easy! He was standing right there! Luckily, he was really nice about it and said that nothing had happened and didn't even ask her for her insurance number or whatever. But... As always I've saved the best for last... Okay, we were supposed to go over to a friend's house after we got home from the stables so I went home to shower. I got through the front doors and into the elevator all the while thinking about the Fabs incident. The elevator is really slow so I had a lot of time to think. The doors open and I get out. The first things you see when you get out of the elevator are two doors, one on your left (the left wing) and the other on your right (the right wing). I live on the left wing, the smaller, cleaner, calmer, less smelly of the two. I went through the left door and headed for my room. The first the thing I noticed was that the door was unlocked, if there is one thing I can be 100% sure about in my daily routine is that I DO NOT forget to lock my door. I knew that it had to be Mr. Stronzo in my room. He knows it bothers me that he goes into my room without a valid reason (as there has never actually been one) but in the contract it says that if they suspect something, they can go into the rooms without prior notice so I can't complain because he can easily pull that excuse out of his ass. Anywho, I really have no idea what he does when he's in there (nor do I really want to know) but no matter, because this time I was going to catch him red handed! I turned the handle slowly so that he wouldn't hear it and that's when I heard voices... He wasn't alone! He was going to be in SOOO much trouble!!! With my sweet revenge being the only thing on my mind, the following happened in all of 3 milliseconds: I slammed the door open and saw three people in the room, there was something seriously, Seriously, SERIOUSLY wrong with this picture! I slammed the door shut and looked at the number on the door... 105 - I was on the first floor... nothing wrong with that except for the fact that I live on the forth floor!!!... The only thing I really clearly remember is looking at them for 1 millisecond then yelling "Dio! Dove sono??" (God! Where am I?) like a completely baked idiot and running to the elevator... All on that same Friday...
In Prison. May 13th, 2005
I passed the second part of my economy class! I was dying! We ('Cesker, 'Lener and I) were all exhausted from a night of intense cramming and we were all cranky, terrified and over stressed. I didnt realize it right then, but we had studied an entire semester of economy in just over 2 days. Cramming works when done the right way and in the right company, because it may not have been physics, but it was NOT easy! To get your Economy average, you average out the two economy marks and since my first mark was 87%, I didn't want it to drop so I wouldn't have accepted anything less than that. But thinking realistically, we had studied little and this was another verbal exam, what were the chances I could pull another stellar performance (if I may say so myself) like the last time? But as sad as I make my life here seem, almost everything a happy ending, and this is no exception! I got a 93! I didn't meet my current average; I raised it!
In Vienna. May 14th, 2005
May 14th, 2005... My plane ride went a liitle like this: 11:15: I'm leeeeeeeeaving on a jet plane..... 12:05: in Vienna. It was the shortest plane trip I had ever taken. I am exhausted for no reason, so now I am going to take a shower and sleep.
May 15th, 2005... Just got home from a day out in my new temporary home... Vienna! Very temporary, indeed but no less fun. Today I went souvenir shopping, all my last vacation days spent running here and there like a rabid cat looking for souvenirs (and all my last minute school projects) have taught me that procrastination hardly ever works, and when it does, it isn't fun. So I got almost all my souvenir shopping done today, my first day here. While Vienna took a break from tending to my every shopping whim, I passed by a street magician. Sabatian from France. That is his name; he spoke English with a very heavy French accent and it was tres amusant imagining him saying, "Hello, my name is Pierre, I am from France and I have come to have sex with your family". He did a whole bunch of wicked tricks and it was cool. So yeah, I didn't really go sight-seeing and stuff but I had a good time. Unfortunately all Viennese foods (that are not desserts) have meat in them so my breakfast, lunch and dinner was... peanut butter and [raspberry] jelly sandwiches (that's the greatest cultural adventure since Jane and Tarzan or my name isn't Alice) on the best bread in the world. 'Cesker said that they sell that brand where she lives so I sent her on a mission: find me Olz bread. O with the two dots on top: I will have no imitations! I know that you're thinking and yeah, it's that good. The day passed really quickly and now I am about to sit back and watch some Family Guy. A big sloppy kiss direct from Vienna to all of you!
May 16th, 2005... Went to the Spanish Alta Scuela today! I asked this guy for directions and he totally tried to be the cool american dude he thought I might be after. He was sadly mistaking but he had this really funny imitation american accent and he pretended to know where Toronto was. I love horses so much! Lippizzaners aren't my favourite breed but I love them no less and they are so pretty! Everything in Vienna is so easy to find and since I got to the school earlier than I had planned, I went to the chocolate factory. Sweet dreams are made of this (Marilyn Manson, get out of my head)!!!. Chocolate everywhere (bet you didn't see that coming), I bought these strange little chocolate and cornflake globs which were amazing and Belgian chocolate truffles. Mm-Mm-Good! That was my dessert after a delicious and nutritious peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I would have bought the chocolates that Vienna is famous for (Mozart's balls) but I don't like marzipan (like that 'girl', for lack of a better term, from Slaphead's favourite web-site)! Before I knew it, it was dinner time and I went home. Early night tonight, too.
May 17th, 2005... I saw everything I wanted to see without my friends so today I was free to do that of which I wished and realized I urgently needed a pair of tweezers. Finding a pharmacy was like finding a needle in a haystack, but finding a pharmacy with tweezers in stock was like finding a needle in a field! It took me almost a whole day, but in the end I bought them and no one at the airport is going to separate me from my tweezers. No one!!!!!! Fool me once, shame on you! Fool me twice... You see, you can't fool me twice... hah
May 18th, 2005... Today I had to trudge through the rain and mud of Vienna to go to the station, be harassed by every complete loon there and wait 3 hours for my friends to arrive. There was one insane drunken nazi who was kicked out of the station and spinning around with is arms out, he hit me. Then the guy playing rubber pencil with a stick and every 15 seconds yelling 'YOP!!' highly pitched and very loud. Then the guy who told me that I couldn't stand beside his magazines if I didn't intend to buy one. HE put his magazines beside ME! Then the guy who approached me, speaking German despite the fact that I kept saying I spoke only English. Creep! He pointed out a cat hair on my chest and then he put his arm around me. Take YOUR arm off of MY shoulder! I moved away and he came really close to me and said something, I replied, "Okay, bye" and he burst out laughing and went away. When they finally arrived we all went back to the hotel and since they were tired and it was raining, we stayed there all day.
May 19th, 2005... We went sightseeing. 'Nuff said.
May 20th, 2005... We are starting to get tired of eachother. 'Nuff said.
May 21st, 2005... We're leaving and even though the city is beautiful, I am happy that it's over. Never again. No doubt about that.
At Home. May 29th, 2005
I don't even know what to think. I was about to write that I had just lived the worst day in the world, but the day was amazing, it was the evening the sucked ass! Basically we (Roberto, Cinzia, Alessandro, Sara, Dario, Georgia and I) went to this botanical garden and it was so pretty! We had this amazing time and I was sorry to leave. Since we had had this amazing day, we decided to go out for pizza. All went well and when dinner was over, Dario and Georgia drive home the rest of us to our own respective homes in Roberto's car. Roberto and I were having one of our discussions and I was right and he was wrong but since the others weren't too well informed on the matter, they took his side. I got angry and at that moment I started to think about all the times they took a side because they didn't know better and the times they made fun of my italian and when Sara and Cinzia talk and leave me out and stuff and I was so pissed I wanted to cry. When we got to my house, Roberto got out to accompany me to my door and I told him I didn't need him to accompany me and when he insisted I couldn't hold back anymore and I started crying (it wasn't that he said anything particularly moving, just that it's hard to talk when you have a lump in your throat). I ran into the house crying and refused to answer when they kept phoning. I feel so stupid but if they think I am simply going to be their court jester they can forget about it. Who goes to university here? Huh? I DO! Who never even finished highschool here? THEY DIDN'T!
At Home. June 4th, 2005
This passed week I made it clear to Roberto what I thought of him and his intelligence and again we parted with angry words. I didn't talk to anyone else and I feel great. I don't even have to straighten my hair. I can stay home and relax!
I just got home from horseback riding and I feel wonderful. It's been 9 months since I was last in the saddle and I am so happy!!! I know that it was a terrible idea to ride for three hours after I hadn't been in the saddle for so long but I don't care. Tomorrow I am going to be a little grumpy. Just a wee bit...
In Jail. June 7th, 2005
I just got off the phone with Roberto and everything seems to have worked out in my favor. I still have to clear things up with Sara but since my back hurts from horseback riding I am going home tomorrow and we'll see what happens.
Today I (with 'Cesker, Elena2 and Elisa [who I am not so sure I dislike anymore]) went to Italy's Wonderland: Gardaland. It seems a little smaller than Wonderland but it's fun level is just as high. We went on all the roller coasters and it was amazing. I am in terrible pain from Saturday's ride but no matter; no pain no gain anyway. We have this amazing picture of us on one of the roller coasters and it's so funny.
At Home. June 8th, 2005
On the bus ride home from the station today, I saw Sara and she acted as though nothing was ever amiss and so I thought I'd do the same. This afternoon we even went shopping and all was well. Everything is back to normal.
At Home. June 11th, 2005
WHAT THE HELL? I don't even know! Yesterday we all went out and now Sara is mad at me! I want to have my own life and she is mad. Yesterday evening she walks into the bar we were in, looks at me all pissed and when I didn't rush up to her all giggles and shits she goes and tells everyone BUT ME that she is mad at me because I looked pissed at her. Other way around, dear. When she left, the rest of the evening went great. Cinzia was completely different and I like this side of her much better. Everyone said so, too. It looks like she is this boring person but she totally isn't. Sara should be present less often. This morning she comes to my house uninvited and tries to sort everything out but I am not sure I even want to believe what she says.
Just got home from the stables again! This one guy fell and his face was all bloody but otherwise all is well. Sara said we are going out again tonight but that she doesn't feel well so she is staying home. I have to admit that I am sort of happy she isn't coming along.
At Home. June 12th, 2005
Today Roberto, Cinzia, Sara, Alessandro, Dario and I all went bike riding and all went well. Tonight we are going to see a fireworks display.
I swear Sara invites her craddle robber semi boyfriend on purpose to piss me off. If he wants to kill animals and then tell me about it, he is in for an unpleasant surprise. If he wants to pretend to like Sara, screw her then leave her, that's her problem, I told her all this so it is obvious that I don't like him so why does she always invite him everywhere? Is there a single occasion that he can go out with people his own age instead of us? At 31 you should not want to hang out with 19 and 20 year olds. Or am I being unreasonable? The fireworks were pretty and laughed and talked for a bit then we all went home. I was in the car with Roberto and Sara and Cinzia were in Sara's car and on the way home we were talking and I found out that Sara lies about everyone behind their back. Roberto and I talked on the phone for four hours and in the end it turns out that Sara has always been this way. She does it to me because she is jelous that people like me better because I am not always a wet blanket and unlike her, if I don't feel like doing something, I don't pressure people to keep me company when really they would like to do their own thing. Guys also like me more than her because as horrible as I feel admitting this, I am prettier. Alessandro and Roberto (brothers) don't like her but put up with her because Cinzia goes to school with Sara and they don't want to make life hard for their little sister. Cinzia always told her borthers what Sara said about them because she is very close to them. I never want to see Sara again and I said that if she goes out with them I refuse to be there. They said it was no problem because they would gladly choose me over her. Even Cinzia agreed because she doesn't like when Sara makes her sit out of all of the fun even if she pretended it didn't bother her. Score. Listen, I'm not evil; she totally asked for it.