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Bad thing cropped up, which comes in the form of A., my former room-mate. She owes me $126...actually, it's practically the one year anniversary of her debt, and she refuses to pay me back. The crappy thing is that she's really easygoing and fun to talk to, except that she skirts around the issue completely. I told her on MSN to write me a cheque and she told me to get in line, because she really does owe a lot of people money.
You know what I wish? I wish that someone had pulled me aside while I was growing up and taught me that the world was a bad place and taught me how to deal with shit like this. What do you do when you meet someone like A.?
By all accounts, I've been bloody fleeced. I shouldn't have allowed something like this to happen in the first place. Am I 21, a worldly, intelligent young woman or just a dud of a human being with snot for brains?
I'm pissed at myself for allowing this to happen and I don't know how to fix it. I want my damned money back. The only way I can think of something to rectify this situation is if I go to A.'s tennis coach and tell him that his precious scholarship baby is a cheating (yet amiable) piece of crap, which is too drastic as of now. I'd only resort to that if I make a decision to cut off our friendship permanently. (Which actually doesn't seem like too hard a decision to make)
In other news, I think I have a crush on my stage management professor, whom I abhorred previously. Fuck. Why do I always have crushes on my teachers? It's like I'm some fucking psycho-ass, repressed, emotionally-abused crackpot with nothing better to do than sip on day-old black coffee and tremble excitedly as I pen a stalker fan letter to Angela Lansbury.
Anyway, yeah. Crush. We were in class, marking out a groundplan for a stage floor as an exercise when someone asked if the head of the department (who had walked in about two seconds ago) had gone. Someone else said yes and for some completely fucked reason, I chose this moment to say, in a baby voice, "He go bye bye." My professor (way over middle age and I guess, unfathomably attractive to my overactive pheremones) caught the remark, then said (in his version of a baby voice), "Bye bye?" And I replied, "Bye bye" and he flopped his hand around in this helpless, toddler-like wave.
I found that ineffably cute.
Seriously, how fucked am I? This is probably even worse than the embarrassing JC crush on...I'm just not going to think about it.
You know what I wish? I wish that someone had pulled me aside while I was growing up and taught me that the world was a bad place and taught me how to deal with shit like this. What do you do when you meet someone like A.?
By all accounts, I've been bloody fleeced. I shouldn't have allowed something like this to happen in the first place. Am I 21, a worldly, intelligent young woman or just a dud of a human being with snot for brains?
I'm pissed at myself for allowing this to happen and I don't know how to fix it. I want my damned money back. The only way I can think of something to rectify this situation is if I go to A.'s tennis coach and tell him that his precious scholarship baby is a cheating (yet amiable) piece of crap, which is too drastic as of now. I'd only resort to that if I make a decision to cut off our friendship permanently. (Which actually doesn't seem like too hard a decision to make)
In other news, I think I have a crush on my stage management professor, whom I abhorred previously. Fuck. Why do I always have crushes on my teachers? It's like I'm some fucking psycho-ass, repressed, emotionally-abused crackpot with nothing better to do than sip on day-old black coffee and tremble excitedly as I pen a stalker fan letter to Angela Lansbury.
Anyway, yeah. Crush. We were in class, marking out a groundplan for a stage floor as an exercise when someone asked if the head of the department (who had walked in about two seconds ago) had gone. Someone else said yes and for some completely fucked reason, I chose this moment to say, in a baby voice, "He go bye bye." My professor (way over middle age and I guess, unfathomably attractive to my overactive pheremones) caught the remark, then said (in his version of a baby voice), "Bye bye?" And I replied, "Bye bye" and he flopped his hand around in this helpless, toddler-like wave.
I found that ineffably cute.
Seriously, how fucked am I? This is probably even worse than the embarrassing JC crush on...I'm just not going to think about it.