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Well, the drama continues. Last night was a bad night. I found out I was supposed to perform/teach a song in recreational music which camille knew about but didn't tell me(I wasn't in class when she told everyone). Go figure, right? So I'm in a crappy mood, hoping she won't come home because there's no way I can be nice and ignore her.
She gets home, and starts banging on the door so I say 'You're a big girl, use your key.'
"My hands are full!!!"
So..I know on NUMEROUS occasions my hands have been full. She never opened the door for me, never offered to help me carry anything in. Why should I have to cater to her needs when she isn't considerate enough to even offer to help me? Well, I let her in anyway and she tells me I don't have to be such a bitch. She goes into mathew's room to get online. I give it a few minutes and decide to go in and talk to her.
"Uh. How about you just don't talk to me."
Well, we need to deal with this, obviously. We have almost all of the same classes, will see eachother a lot (probably for the next 3 years) so this needs to be dealt with.
"Nothing needs to be dealt with. You're leaving so it doesn't matter"
Such immaturity was just repulsive..so I blew. I wish I hadn't, but I told her that she may definitely be one of the most self absorbed, immature people I have EVER met and that her mother was right when she said how immature Camille is.
I hate the fact that she brought me down to her level. HATE it.
So she threw a temper tantrum and stormed out, slamming the doors and drove around. A few minutes later her ex comes by asking if she was here because she asked him to come pick her up.
For once, I'd like some people to consider me. Ask me if I'm okay, because obviously she's the one in the wrong. I keep trying to make it right. I keep trying to bite my tongue to ease the situation, but no one seems to realize that it's stressful enough for me. I have to find a new place because she's the one who should be moving out but since everyone is there for her, she doesn't feel that she has to. I'd just like to be considered. That's all.
Oh,well. I guess it is for the best that i'll be leaving since none of these kids are really here for me anyway.
I can't wait to move to lawrence. I really wish I could move there now.
Percussion ensamble at 4:50. Maybe I can beat out some frustration there. I really wish I had a punching bag in times like these. Oh,well. I'll have to find some other outlet.
The apartment/house search is coming along okay. Not too great. I found a cute duplex, called about it today and she rented it out LAST NIGHT. What a bummer. Oh,well. Hopefully something better will come up.
Sorry there's so much ranting going on lately. As soon as I can get away from this petty drama I'll be back to myself. I promise.
She gets home, and starts banging on the door so I say 'You're a big girl, use your key.'
"My hands are full!!!"
So..I know on NUMEROUS occasions my hands have been full. She never opened the door for me, never offered to help me carry anything in. Why should I have to cater to her needs when she isn't considerate enough to even offer to help me? Well, I let her in anyway and she tells me I don't have to be such a bitch. She goes into mathew's room to get online. I give it a few minutes and decide to go in and talk to her.
"Uh. How about you just don't talk to me."
Well, we need to deal with this, obviously. We have almost all of the same classes, will see eachother a lot (probably for the next 3 years) so this needs to be dealt with.
"Nothing needs to be dealt with. You're leaving so it doesn't matter"
Such immaturity was just repulsive..so I blew. I wish I hadn't, but I told her that she may definitely be one of the most self absorbed, immature people I have EVER met and that her mother was right when she said how immature Camille is.
I hate the fact that she brought me down to her level. HATE it.
So she threw a temper tantrum and stormed out, slamming the doors and drove around. A few minutes later her ex comes by asking if she was here because she asked him to come pick her up.
For once, I'd like some people to consider me. Ask me if I'm okay, because obviously she's the one in the wrong. I keep trying to make it right. I keep trying to bite my tongue to ease the situation, but no one seems to realize that it's stressful enough for me. I have to find a new place because she's the one who should be moving out but since everyone is there for her, she doesn't feel that she has to. I'd just like to be considered. That's all.
Oh,well. I guess it is for the best that i'll be leaving since none of these kids are really here for me anyway.
I can't wait to move to lawrence. I really wish I could move there now.
Percussion ensamble at 4:50. Maybe I can beat out some frustration there. I really wish I had a punching bag in times like these. Oh,well. I'll have to find some other outlet.
The apartment/house search is coming along okay. Not too great. I found a cute duplex, called about it today and she rented it out LAST NIGHT. What a bummer. Oh,well. Hopefully something better will come up.
Sorry there's so much ranting going on lately. As soon as I can get away from this petty drama I'll be back to myself. I promise.