My life is BUSY
OKAY. So since all this stuff happened a while ago, I’m just gonna tell it like it was.
3 WEEKS AGO:
For Easter break I went to Florida, and so did my family, to visit the Kings, who I haven’t seen in about 3 years.
It was kinda weird. Because when we were little, we would always hang out and go swimming and play dress-up. Little kid stuff. But now, I haven’t seen them for 3 years and we are older and… well it just isn’t the same at all. Oh how I miss the good old days.
So I didn’t hang out with Katie (the oldest, 18) at all. She was… different and had a boyfriend and… I don’t know. Ethan and I pretty much only hung out with Allison (age 17). The trip kinda sucked except for Friday (the day I got there) because we got to go tubing for a second. :( And the 3 times we went to the beach, high. It’s SO AMAZING to sit on a beach, perfect weather, and listen to music in the Land of High and reflect upon life. I could do it F O R E V E R …
Um, but the night before we left, Dennis and Ethan had this big, full out screaming at each other, fight. It was really bad… I don’t want to talk about it. But that family is pretty screwed up. Cindy is INSANE and talks to herself and can’t converse like a grown up and with grown ups and has 37 cats. That’s not an exaggeration. 37. Cats.
A WEEK AGO:
Now here’s the crappiest thing ever:
The weekend that Carly came (the weekend before Florida), it was the last night she was here and me and her and Diana were sitting on the quad, smoking, and these two policemen walk onto the quad. And everyone scattered. Because there were a couple of other groups of people smoking, too, like usual. And, naturally, we scattered too. And we were really paranoid because we thought they were coming towards us.
Well, it turns out, they were.
You see, my other roommate, Mary, has been okay with the idea of us smoking for weeks - she laughed about it and joked about it and even asked us questions about it. But the whole time, she has been calling the campus police.
When they caught us, they knew our names and descriptions… for weeks!
We don’t know what the consequence will be, yet.
When we got back to the room, Mary pretended she didn’t know what was happening and denied calling (although we knew she did because there was nobody else who would have) and when she left the room to pee, I hit REDIAL on her phone and it went straight to Campus Safety. Yay.
So, basically, I hate her.
A lot.
More than I’ve ever hated anyone.
And I’ve never felt such a need for REVENGE.
So we’ve been ignoring her for a week and making her life a living hell. And today she tried to talk to me as I left for class (because she’s psycho and thinks that we are her friends and that we will forgive her) and I said “fuck you” and slammed the door. HA. It felt so good. I have been trying to do that for days!
It’s a really shitty situation, though. I don’t think a person realizes how much it affects you to have a living environment like that. It’s not a happy thing to come back to my room and when she isn’t there, I am constantly thinking about when she will get back and when she is here, I HATE HER SO MUCH I WANT TO KILL HER.
I think that what I am learning from this event is to sympathize more when it comes to people blaming their family troubles for their problems.
LAST WEEKEND:
I went in to NYC and so did Carly and her roommate, Katie. And we smoked and hung out and it was a lot of fun. I began to notice the bad side of pot, however. It isn’t ALL good. Because… we were sitting there, high, hanging out… but it was kinda eerie at times because it was like we were all just hanging out separately… with ourselves. I don’t know… it’s hard to explain. But it was scary.
And I had to leave the bubbler that Katie and Carly gave me for my birthday, with Ethan because I can’t use it for the last month of college. Damn her. Mary, I mean. But the good news is, she knew I spent the weekend high, and just 2 days after she got us caught, and there was nothing she could do about it.
3 WEEKS AGO:
For Easter break I went to Florida, and so did my family, to visit the Kings, who I haven’t seen in about 3 years.
It was kinda weird. Because when we were little, we would always hang out and go swimming and play dress-up. Little kid stuff. But now, I haven’t seen them for 3 years and we are older and… well it just isn’t the same at all. Oh how I miss the good old days.
So I didn’t hang out with Katie (the oldest, 18) at all. She was… different and had a boyfriend and… I don’t know. Ethan and I pretty much only hung out with Allison (age 17). The trip kinda sucked except for Friday (the day I got there) because we got to go tubing for a second. :( And the 3 times we went to the beach, high. It’s SO AMAZING to sit on a beach, perfect weather, and listen to music in the Land of High and reflect upon life. I could do it F O R E V E R …
Um, but the night before we left, Dennis and Ethan had this big, full out screaming at each other, fight. It was really bad… I don’t want to talk about it. But that family is pretty screwed up. Cindy is INSANE and talks to herself and can’t converse like a grown up and with grown ups and has 37 cats. That’s not an exaggeration. 37. Cats.
A WEEK AGO:
Now here’s the crappiest thing ever:
The weekend that Carly came (the weekend before Florida), it was the last night she was here and me and her and Diana were sitting on the quad, smoking, and these two policemen walk onto the quad. And everyone scattered. Because there were a couple of other groups of people smoking, too, like usual. And, naturally, we scattered too. And we were really paranoid because we thought they were coming towards us.
Well, it turns out, they were.
You see, my other roommate, Mary, has been okay with the idea of us smoking for weeks - she laughed about it and joked about it and even asked us questions about it. But the whole time, she has been calling the campus police.
When they caught us, they knew our names and descriptions… for weeks!
We don’t know what the consequence will be, yet.
When we got back to the room, Mary pretended she didn’t know what was happening and denied calling (although we knew she did because there was nobody else who would have) and when she left the room to pee, I hit REDIAL on her phone and it went straight to Campus Safety. Yay.
So, basically, I hate her.
A lot.
More than I’ve ever hated anyone.
And I’ve never felt such a need for REVENGE.
So we’ve been ignoring her for a week and making her life a living hell. And today she tried to talk to me as I left for class (because she’s psycho and thinks that we are her friends and that we will forgive her) and I said “fuck you” and slammed the door. HA. It felt so good. I have been trying to do that for days!
It’s a really shitty situation, though. I don’t think a person realizes how much it affects you to have a living environment like that. It’s not a happy thing to come back to my room and when she isn’t there, I am constantly thinking about when she will get back and when she is here, I HATE HER SO MUCH I WANT TO KILL HER.
I think that what I am learning from this event is to sympathize more when it comes to people blaming their family troubles for their problems.
LAST WEEKEND:
I went in to NYC and so did Carly and her roommate, Katie. And we smoked and hung out and it was a lot of fun. I began to notice the bad side of pot, however. It isn’t ALL good. Because… we were sitting there, high, hanging out… but it was kinda eerie at times because it was like we were all just hanging out separately… with ourselves. I don’t know… it’s hard to explain. But it was scary.
And I had to leave the bubbler that Katie and Carly gave me for my birthday, with Ethan because I can’t use it for the last month of college. Damn her. Mary, I mean. But the good news is, she knew I spent the weekend high, and just 2 days after she got us caught, and there was nothing she could do about it.