New Apartment!!! 12/22/2002
One more thing: I've finally moved out of the dorms. I couldn't take it any more. While I was pledging I was so busy that I almost never saw my roommates so it was no big deal. Afterwards, though, I almost wished I was pledging again. I hated being in my room. All of the people that I was previously friends with stopped being friends with me. I know they hated the fcat that I was in Greek life, but Greek life saved me from transferring. The people that I was friends with before I started pledging weren't the nicest people to me. Like, let's say a bunch of us were walking down a street or something. I'm very short (around 5'2") so it's hard for me to keep up with people, especially if they're taller than I am. they would be halfway down a street and know that I was pseedwalking just to ctach up and never once would they stop and wait for me. One of them would turn around, give me an impatient look and command, "Hurry up ARTIST" and just keep walking. Half the time I felt like a dog rather than a person.
Or when I was sitting in Diane and Ariel's room (two friends who lived in the dorm next to mine) with my other friend Alexis. They all informed me that they were getting s suite together next year and refused to include me. They refused to get a six-pserson suite (so I could live with them, since they knew I really wanted to) because they really liked the five-person suites. Ironically, I was the one who originally came up with the idea of all of us living in a suite. Me and my friend Regina were going to live in this suite, and whoever else wanted to live with us out of our group pf friends was more than welcome. Well, I got booted out, and Alexis's roommate took my place. 'Don't worry ARTIST, you'll find another place to live." Gee thanks guys...
My roommates were impossible, especially Jan. She'd have her loud obnoxious friends in our room until 4 am when they all saw I was trying to go to sleep. If I asked them to be quite they would roll their eyes, laugh, and continue whatever they were doing. They never ever knocked, even if the door was closed. One time, I was getting dressed, and since my dresser was by the door, that's where I was. I made the mistake of not locking the door. Eve, a girl who lived down the hall, is my height but probably double my weight tubs in without knocking, and to top everything off, she brings one of her friends into the room too. I get bitchy and say, "Excuse me, could you please knock before you waltz in here?" and her reply is "Ooohhh. someone's got an attitude." "No, Eve, I'm trying to get dressed." You stupid bitch. Or whenever I'm getting dressed, Jan will leave the rooom, but leave the door open. And then Jan and Eve will laugh about it. "Oh jan, you ass, you left the door open, and now everyone can see ARTIST changing." Instead of laughing about it you asses, why don't you close the fucking door???
The best was about three weeks ago, maybe two, when I took a nap at 10:30 pm, set it for 11:30 pm so I could resume studying. I wake up, the lights are off, the t.v. is blasting, and I hear groaning coming from the other side of the room. Yup, Jan is having sex with a guy she met two days ago across the room when she knew full well I'd be waking up soon. Get this: the guy she was fucking has a girlfriend who lives downstairs. The girlfriend is actually an RA on the floor directly below ours. Nice hm? So I'm laying in bed for an hour, dying, because i had no clue what to do. Should I lie still and pretend I'm asleep or say something to them? I ened up staying still in my be, miserable, and plotting Jan's death before I transferred back home.
The boy toy apparently figured out that I was awake and asked Jan what they should do. Jan says, "Oh don't worry about her, she'll just go back to sleep." That one senetnce hurt me so much. Jan and I were friends at one point. I was so miserable...Ironic, she should say that when they were having graphically loud sex and the t.v. was blasting. They turned on the tv to drown out the sex noises, but Jess's moaning on top of the tv kind of defeated the purpose. And I'm supposed to sleep through this shit??? To top EVERYTHING off, this was going on during finals week, when I really needed to study and get some good sleep.
Finally, he left (ironically he left to go back downstairs, to his girlfriend). Jan, being the whore that she is, not only left the blasting tv on, but now also turns the lights on and then leaves the room. I was going to strangle the girl. In one of my proudest momemts, I ripped into her when she got back. Last year I let Linda kick me around, but I was damned if I was letting that happen again. I just started yelling, and when she tried to say something back, I just yyelled louder. It was so great to bitch someone out who totally deserved it...
So yes, despite the bullshit that went on with the sorority, the friends that I've made in the process are fucking awesome. So overall, I am glad that I joined my sorority, and not all of the girls are the typical sorority bitches.
When one of my friends, Oliwia, asked me to move into her apartment for spring semester I readily accepted. Oliwia's actually Ivory's Big (my Big Big), so I know her pretty well. My friend Tanya Lee, who I've known since I was 15 lives there too. Three other girls live in the paartment, but I was told that they're all very nice. So as of my spring semester, I'll have my own room in a six person apartment. I'm really excited and happy! They're all pretty studious girls, and they're all very sweet, so I'm bouncing off the walls. I'm really looking forward to next semeester. I'm going to raise my grades, party with my friends, without the stress of pledging, plus I'll have my own apartment. College is kinda sorta starting to come together for me.
Phobia of the Day: Dipsophobia- Fear of drinking
Until my next ramble
Artist
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