Kathleen: Jesus, this girl is driving me insane. All she can talk about all day long is this stupid boy, Dave Semenza, who she works with at MVP. I've met him once, and he is really ugly and dorky. She likes him a lot. I tried to put aside my dislike for him and help her out, but as time went on I saw that he was really a loser. He insults her all of the time, and he never returns her calls, calls off plans they've made at the last minute, etc. Not a very nice person. Still, she can't seem to take her mind off of him for a second. It's super aggravating. I'm getting really sick of it. I've told her that he'll only end up being a jerk in the end, but she doesn't listen to me at all. He came into work drunk on Saturday, and she found this incredibly hilarious, while I found it incredibly disgusting. Kathleen and I were supposed to go out on Sunday after she got off of work. This was the only day that she could find time to go out because she had to work 3-9 on Saturday. I needed her to come with me to the movies with Carla and Jefferson, and she agreed. She wouldn't change her Sunday hours or anything, or try to switch her hours on Saturday. I didn't mind this at all, because I would never expect her to switch her hours for my sake. But, then Dave calls and promises that the two of them will do something on Saturday night. She immediately tries to change her hours and swap with someone else to find time to spend with Dave after work. It really hurt my feelings. I was straining to find time to spend with her this weekend, and then she tries to move her hours in the blink of an eye for him. I can't believe that she was so self-centered. She didn't go out on Sunday with me, nor on Saturday with him. But this is another story and is yet to be told.
She is also guilty of being self-centered in another way. She keeps asking me to go out with her, Dave, and Dave's friend Pat, because supposedly Pat thinks I'm cute. Well, Pat is supposedly really ugly and on the hefty side. But oh, he's got a great personality. I keep telling Kathleen time after time that I'm not interested at all. I don't like people younger than me, and anyone that is a friend of Dave's is off-limits. I mean, Jefferson really likes me, and it would be really wrong to go out with some strange boy that I'm not interested in. Jefferson is really sweet, and I would never want to hurt his feelings. I don't want to meet this kid, but Kathleen keeps pushing it. She wants me to hang out with this kid because that's the only way that Dave will hang out with her. So basically, I am being used. I never knew she was so capable of only thinking about herself.
The third crime involves an incident that occured yesterday. This is the one that makes me the most mad. Like I said, I we were supposed to go out to the movies and out to eat with Carla and Jefferson. She had been bitching the whole entire week because she didn't want to see "A Walk to Remember" because she said that it would suck and she hates Mandy Moore. I can understand if she doesn't like the movie, but if she can't suffer through it as a favor to me, that's pretty sad. All I was asking for her to do was watch a movie that she didn't like. She complained all last week and into today. She got other people to take her side and say that it was a sucky movie and told them about how it was my idea to make her go see it. We didn't even end up going. I was so mad that I just said, "Jesus Kathleen! Enough! Are you glad we didn't get to see it? I hope you're happy now...we didn't see it, okay? I hope you're happy about yesterday." (The story of yesterday is still coming, don't worry.) After that she was telling me that she told me yesterday that she still would have seen it with me, but I said that I had a lot of homework to do. This is true, but I wasn't going to say that I still wanted to go because I knew that she didn't want to go at all.
The last crime of Kathleen will be discussed in my description of yesterday. Now, we move on to other friends.
Christina: This girl has made up her mind that she is finally switching out of AP Biology. She has been in the WORST mood for the past two weeks, copping an attitude with me and everyone else. Frankly, I am sick of it. Everything she says is a sarcastic remark, and when I even attempt to make a joke so she'll laugh or smile, all I get is an attitude. We have a huge presentation project due on Friday, and she said that she'd still help me do it even though she's switching out. I went to her house on Sunday, (even though she was supposed to come here and switched it at the last minute), and spent an unproductive three hours there trying to complete my project when I should have been at home doing homework and other research on my own. She didn't care about the project at all, so I'm going to have to do all of the work, and then present it on my own. Why should she care? She's getting out of that class. I wouldn't care, but I hate making presentations, and the presentation...of all things, is on a disgusting subject that I am embarassed to even be talking about. Basically, she is also being self-centered. And the attitude makes it worse. She always complains about everything, and she didn't want me to switch out of Biology because it would make her withdrawal attempts look poor if I was also to try to switch out.
Kerri: This bitch. She called me last Friday and woke me up from a peaceful slumber. I won't really hold that against her though. She called me only to ask if I had gotten accepted into UMass Amherst. I thought she wanted to talk or something, but all I heard was her boyfriend in the background. She was asking me questions and then ignoring me when I tried to answer them because she was fucking around with Thompson. I was trying to tell her that I had gotten into Ithaca and that I got a $3,000 per year merit scholarship, but she wasn't even listening. She was asking me to repeat what I said again, but I just told her to nevermind. Then she hung up with me because she wanted to spend time with her boyfriend. If this was a one time occurence I wouldn't care, but things like this happen all of the time with this girl. I have not seen her face since...well, let's just say I haven't seen her face this year. She is just really inconsiderate (well, nothing's changed), and she never wants to spend any time with anyone except for her boyfriend. It's just annoying. Even though she sees him EVERY SINGLE DAY and talks to him practically every moment she's not with him, she can't find a day to go shopping or to the movies with me. Screw her. I'm sick of being people's second choice.
*pauses to eat cookies and milk to rid of stress*
Yeah, some people like to drink. Me, well, I just eat cookies.
I know my friends aren't perfect, and there's no way they can be fun and cheerful all of the time. But it just seems like the past week and especially this weekend all of their bad qualities have been magnified a million times. I try to be kind to them, to not say anything bad to them to make them upset, but I really get sick of it after awhile. Let's move on to the short story of yesterday.
I spent the morning working on the aforementioned project for Biology, which was a big waste of time. I came home and attempted to finish all of my other homework so that I wouldn't have to worry about it. I called Carla and she said she would ask her mom if she could go out and she was going to check with Jefferson to make sure that he didn't have to go to work. I called Kathleen to tell her that our plans were still on, and that I would call her back around six. She as at work, so I was prepared to leave a message, but she was on break and answered the phone. I hear a bunch of people in the backgroung laughing, and she abruptly tells me that our plans are good and that she's got to get back to work. Okay, have fun Kathleen. I go online a few hours later and prepare to get ready while chatting. I was asking my bestest online friend in the world, Jason, for advice on clothes to wear, hairstyles, etc. It's always good to get a guy's perspective for these things. It took me awhile, but I got a nice hairstyle going, a good outfit, and pretty makeup. I will admit that I looked nice. So, Carla calls around 6:15 or so, and says that she has bad news. I figured that this meant that Jefferson got called into work. Yup, that was it. I was really disappointed because I was looking foward to going out a lot. There was nothing that I could do, though. Carla said that he felt awful about it, and he asked his boss if he could change his hours or just not come in, but his boss said no and when he hung up the phone he had tears in his eyes. Tell me that is not sweet. And then he asked if I could go out on Thursday night for dinner. I was thinking "Thursday? Why? What a weird day..." But then I realized that it's Valentine's Day. Still, I feel bad because I can't possibly go out on a school night. I would try to go out if I could, but I have a presentation in Bio the next day, and a unit Calculus test. I really need to be home to study and put the final touches on my presentation. Still, that sucks so much. I want to go out to dinner with Jefferson! Anyway, back to the matter at hand...
So, I called Kathleen to tell her that we weren't going out after all, and she could tell that I was really disappointed and a little bit sad. You'd think she'd have something nice to say, but no. She says, "Well Amanda, you'd better get used to it, because it's going to happen a lot more. This isn't the worst thing that could happen in your life." Then she proceeds to sweep my problems under the rug and talk about Dave. Then she wants me to make a plan for next Saturday, where I have been elected to go out with her, Dave, and Pat. No one has ever been this inconsiderate to me before and not payed any concern to my feelings at all. I guess I was wrong in wanting someone to talk to about what happened. She didn't care though, because she was happy that she didn't have to go to the movie because she didn't want to. I think she was happy that she didn't have to hang out with Jefferson either. Sometimes I seriously think that she is a little bit racist. She told me at first it was weird about Jefferson because he couldn't speak English and he was Brazilian. At first she pretened that she thought it was cute, but I think she really thought it was weird. I don't understand why, though. I never ever dislike someone for their ethnicity or anything like that. My mom and I understand each other and get along really well, partly because of this. I hate people who are racist and harbor hate towards others, including my father. It's something I don't stand for. I'm not an all-rightous person who never makes mistakes or never stereotypes, but when I do it's usually in joking, and I apoligize when I realize what I've done so that I don't offend anyone. My mum told me not to back down from what I want if there's someone that likes me, because I have to find out for myself whether I like the person or not, and not let my friends dictate my life. I'm really glad I have my mom to back me up, because at least I know there's someone I can talk to if I'm having a problem. This is a lot more than what can be said for my friends at the moment.
Anyway, I called Carla back later that night, but there was no answer. I left her a message on her cell phone, but she never called me back. I saw her at school this morning, and went over to say hello, but then I realized that she was crying a lot. I know that when I cry I usually want to be left alone and detract all attention from myself. She started to walk away quickly, so I didn't want to bother her. I was worried the whole morning about her, because I know that her grandmother in Brazil is really sick and she had a heart attack last week. I just hope that she's alright. I wanted to call her tonight and just ask her if she's okay, but I really don't want to bother her, and I know that her science fair project is due tomorrow. If she wants to talk, I know that she'll call. And she won't forget about trying to get Jefferson and me together. I'll just give her whatever time she needs so that she can feel better. Maybe I'll call her on Valentine's Day to see if she gets the flower I'm going to send her, and maybe I'll snag a chance to talk to Jefferson too. Kathleen didn't even care that she was crying today. She didn't really notice. That makes me mad. You're supposed to care about your friends. I guess she's preoccupied though. I don't understand how people "in love" are so preoccupied.
Well, I'm a little upset with my friends. I'll get over it, though. I feel a lot better now that I got all of my anger out. I think that's the way to stay sane and get rid of a lot of your excess anger. Talk it out, type it out, punch it out. (The punching part, of course, is best practiced on a pillow or other inanimate object, and not your friends' faces.) Until we meet again, fellow readers...adeus.
Ciao.