BAH!
So I have this friend.
The way we became friends was like this: She came up to me and told me "you're going to be my best friend at college!" With that perky excited voice ala Britta Nordahl... and we all know how different I am from Britta.
This is what I know about Lindsey:
She was the popular girl in high school, always dating someone...sometimes even 3 people at the same time (which she thinks is perfectly acceptable). She has never been single for more than a month before hooking up with someone new. She claims to be the best saxophone player at her high school, saying "well I would describe myself as expert level...I mean I can play a bunch of Kenny G's stuff." Her mom works for NASA and her dad does something in the oil industry, so I know she has a lot of money. She talks all the time about how she never had to do laundry because the housekeeper does it, and how she has a house in Tellyride, CO, where she goes skiing all the time. And her thoughts about Tellyride: "It's the best place to go skiing because its not like Vail where anyone can go, you've got to have money to ski in Tellyride" I mean I try to be nice to her, but the best way i can describe her is a rich snob ho. In the 10 weeks that we have been at college, she has managed to hook up with Steve, Brendan, Justin, Aris, and Jason. that's right 5 guys in about 2 months. She "dates" each one for about a week before deciding that he's not good enough for her, so she treats them all like crap. Except for Justin who she's practically in love with, only he doesnt want to have a relationship with her. Yet Lindsey somehow calls me a whore? Excuse me, but I've only been dating one guy since I came to Webb... Last time I checked that doesnt make me a whore. She also has this way of talking as if she knows EVERYTHING there is to know about whatever subject matter. And nothing is ever good enough for her. Our cafeteria is ranked somehere in the top ten of Princeton Review for best food, yet she complains that every meal is complete crap. And she complains when there's no big parties on the weekend, or her trademark phrase is "Y'all are no fun." What she doesnt realize is that everyone has their own definition of fun. I don't mind sitting around watching a movie, or playing pool, darts, or foosball in the pub downstaris. I don't mind playing games of trivial pursuit, or just sitting around talking with people. She want's big college parties with frat houses and football teams. She wants to be popular like she was in high school, she wants people here to idolize her like people did at her old school.
Webb is a school of 76 people. SEVENTY SIX. And we're all engineering and architecture majors. Most of us were involved in some sort of music in high school, along with future problem solvers, science olympiad, math team, things like that. We're all low key people (kind of like my friends back home). We have fun in our own ways, but we don't always have to be doing something super special. Yet she complains that the school is too boring for her, and she's the most fun person here.
Basically, this is not the school for her. She doesn't understand why anyone would want to build boats. She didnt even know that it was an actual major. Yet she came to Webb because Daddy knows someone on the board of trustees who got her in. And it looks good on paper if you say you went to Webb Institute. Thats why she's here. Not because she likes the school, or the major, or boats, or anything. She wants to be an astronaut or a physicist. Not a naval architect. She doesn't get along with anyone in the class, because she never gave them a chance. She walked in, looked at the guys and decided who was and wasn't good-looking enough for her to talk to, and only talked to a select few people. Everyone else she finds reasons for not liking them.
I want to tell her that this isn't the place for her, and that she would be better off looking for another college. But she doesn't listen to anything she doesnt want to hear. Everyday she makes it known how much she thinks Webb sucks...yet she somehow thinks she's going to last four years here.
AAAAAAHHHH!! I can't deal with her anymore right now!
The way we became friends was like this: She came up to me and told me "you're going to be my best friend at college!" With that perky excited voice ala Britta Nordahl... and we all know how different I am from Britta.
This is what I know about Lindsey:
She was the popular girl in high school, always dating someone...sometimes even 3 people at the same time (which she thinks is perfectly acceptable). She has never been single for more than a month before hooking up with someone new. She claims to be the best saxophone player at her high school, saying "well I would describe myself as expert level...I mean I can play a bunch of Kenny G's stuff." Her mom works for NASA and her dad does something in the oil industry, so I know she has a lot of money. She talks all the time about how she never had to do laundry because the housekeeper does it, and how she has a house in Tellyride, CO, where she goes skiing all the time. And her thoughts about Tellyride: "It's the best place to go skiing because its not like Vail where anyone can go, you've got to have money to ski in Tellyride" I mean I try to be nice to her, but the best way i can describe her is a rich snob ho. In the 10 weeks that we have been at college, she has managed to hook up with Steve, Brendan, Justin, Aris, and Jason. that's right 5 guys in about 2 months. She "dates" each one for about a week before deciding that he's not good enough for her, so she treats them all like crap. Except for Justin who she's practically in love with, only he doesnt want to have a relationship with her. Yet Lindsey somehow calls me a whore? Excuse me, but I've only been dating one guy since I came to Webb... Last time I checked that doesnt make me a whore. She also has this way of talking as if she knows EVERYTHING there is to know about whatever subject matter. And nothing is ever good enough for her. Our cafeteria is ranked somehere in the top ten of Princeton Review for best food, yet she complains that every meal is complete crap. And she complains when there's no big parties on the weekend, or her trademark phrase is "Y'all are no fun." What she doesnt realize is that everyone has their own definition of fun. I don't mind sitting around watching a movie, or playing pool, darts, or foosball in the pub downstaris. I don't mind playing games of trivial pursuit, or just sitting around talking with people. She want's big college parties with frat houses and football teams. She wants to be popular like she was in high school, she wants people here to idolize her like people did at her old school.
Webb is a school of 76 people. SEVENTY SIX. And we're all engineering and architecture majors. Most of us were involved in some sort of music in high school, along with future problem solvers, science olympiad, math team, things like that. We're all low key people (kind of like my friends back home). We have fun in our own ways, but we don't always have to be doing something super special. Yet she complains that the school is too boring for her, and she's the most fun person here.
Basically, this is not the school for her. She doesn't understand why anyone would want to build boats. She didnt even know that it was an actual major. Yet she came to Webb because Daddy knows someone on the board of trustees who got her in. And it looks good on paper if you say you went to Webb Institute. Thats why she's here. Not because she likes the school, or the major, or boats, or anything. She wants to be an astronaut or a physicist. Not a naval architect. She doesn't get along with anyone in the class, because she never gave them a chance. She walked in, looked at the guys and decided who was and wasn't good-looking enough for her to talk to, and only talked to a select few people. Everyone else she finds reasons for not liking them.
I want to tell her that this isn't the place for her, and that she would be better off looking for another college. But she doesn't listen to anything she doesnt want to hear. Everyday she makes it known how much she thinks Webb sucks...yet she somehow thinks she's going to last four years here.
AAAAAAHHHH!! I can't deal with her anymore right now!