My weekend.
I'm bored. I've been studying all day and it's only 6:00 pm. I have nothing to do. There is no more studying I can do. There are no more places I can go to.
This weekend was awful in a lot of ways but completly amazing at the same time.
The bad things: 2/3rds of my roommates were outta town, therefore it was me and one other. She asked if her "friend" could stay here for the weekend. I said sure. Then on Friday night when I got home at about 1:30 totally baked there's a guy standing in my room and Meghan is nowhere to be found. The conversation that followed just about blew me away:
Me: So your going to sleep here?
Him: Yep.
Me: On the futon?
Him: No, on the bed.
Me: Oh, in Pang's bed?
Him: No, in Meghan's bed.
Me: Where's Meghan sleeping?
Him: Her bed.
Me: But your sleeping in her bed.
Him: Yeah...with her.
Me: oh...OH!
I decided that this was possibly the most uncomfortable position I have ever been. I wasn't chopped enough to realize that I had to get out of there ASAP before as my dad said "they start making humping noises." So I called me rents, they were driving Eli home from Sadies so it was cool for them to pick me up. I went home, totally pissed and totally outraged.
The next day I went to work from 9-11, then I went back to my room. I spent an hour there with "the couple" and decided that her boyfriend was the biggest freak I had ever met in my life and I decided that I don't think I've ever hated someone more than I hated him. He was talking about Modern Art adn everything that he said was completly wrong and everytime he said something he just sounded dumber and dumber. When he was talking about Modern Art I kinda snapped on him. I asked him if he knew ANYTHING whatsoever about Modern Art and whether or not he even knew what it was. I proved him wrong on about 50 of us unbacked up dumbass "opinions" and then called my Dad to go for lunch with him and Kimmy before I punched the kid in the face. No joke.
So I went back home for a while then I went to the football game. Since that was a good time, that is under the "good parts of my weekend" section to come later in this post.
So later that night Hillary said I could crash at her place because I didn't want to go back to the Sex Room that night. So the next morning I came back to my room at about 10:30 and this time rather than keeping themselves quarenteened in Meghan's bed they unfolded MY futon and were spooning half naked on it. It was gross and it ALSO cuts the room in half so I couldn't get to my desk (where my backpack and money and life is) and my bed without either touching or waking them up. So I went elsewhere and did as much homeowkr as I could do without my backpack. Took about an hour. Cam called me about lunch (we go every Sunday), so I went back to my room (it is noon now), get my jacket and they have not moved. I went out for lunch and went shopping to Everyday People with Cam and Tony, like always. Got a sweet vest! I really like it, Cam found it, he finds all my clothes. Anyway, so they are no longer spooning.
Anyway, my mom thinks that I should tell my CA. She thinks that it was nuts that she thinks that she can get away with that as she said "Did they at least put a sheet down on OUR futon before they started doing it on OUR futon!?" So she's pretty mad about the whole situation. I can't decide what I should do because I mean I could potentially get her kicked out of the drom, but I mean that jsut makes me a bitch. But then again she's a bitch too, she jsut doesn't know it because she is a sheltered piece, but I mean I would know that I was being a bitch...so what do I do? I mean I could just talk to her about it but most of the time she doesn't talk and I know I would just end up getting really frusterated because then again I would look like the bad person. But I mean I'm willing to make one of those things happen so that I don't ever have to see him again.
The Good things:
Friday: hung out with Brianni and Annalee and some friends of theirs. It was really fun and I was just so happy to see Brianni, it had really been too long!
Saturday:I went to the football game with Alex, Hillary (Divers), and Brittney (swimmer) and we met up with a bunch of the male Gymnists. Then we went over to this kids house, then we left for "The Fort" which is a bunch of swimmer boys' house. It was realy fun, I had a good time and I really got to know more people which was really cool. This kid that I literally haven't seen in three years from swimming at Twin ran up to me and was like "I know you! Your Elinor Belk!" and I totally didn't recognize hi at first but when I did it was really funny and I realized that regardless of how hot he still is (he actualyl got hotter) that he was wearing blue camo pants and that really made me laugh. Someone freaked out on me because he couldn't decide what he wanted to call me from three choices that I gave him: El, Ellie, or Elinor. He got mad when he figured out that I liked being called Ellie the least, thankfully he decided on El because Elinor is too long apparently. Hillary and I got wall humped by Nico, and sang London Bridges wherever we walked. It was overall an amazing night.
This weekend was awful in a lot of ways but completly amazing at the same time.
The bad things: 2/3rds of my roommates were outta town, therefore it was me and one other. She asked if her "friend" could stay here for the weekend. I said sure. Then on Friday night when I got home at about 1:30 totally baked there's a guy standing in my room and Meghan is nowhere to be found. The conversation that followed just about blew me away:
Me: So your going to sleep here?
Him: Yep.
Me: On the futon?
Him: No, on the bed.
Me: Oh, in Pang's bed?
Him: No, in Meghan's bed.
Me: Where's Meghan sleeping?
Him: Her bed.
Me: But your sleeping in her bed.
Him: Yeah...with her.
Me: oh...OH!
I decided that this was possibly the most uncomfortable position I have ever been. I wasn't chopped enough to realize that I had to get out of there ASAP before as my dad said "they start making humping noises." So I called me rents, they were driving Eli home from Sadies so it was cool for them to pick me up. I went home, totally pissed and totally outraged.
The next day I went to work from 9-11, then I went back to my room. I spent an hour there with "the couple" and decided that her boyfriend was the biggest freak I had ever met in my life and I decided that I don't think I've ever hated someone more than I hated him. He was talking about Modern Art adn everything that he said was completly wrong and everytime he said something he just sounded dumber and dumber. When he was talking about Modern Art I kinda snapped on him. I asked him if he knew ANYTHING whatsoever about Modern Art and whether or not he even knew what it was. I proved him wrong on about 50 of us unbacked up dumbass "opinions" and then called my Dad to go for lunch with him and Kimmy before I punched the kid in the face. No joke.
So I went back home for a while then I went to the football game. Since that was a good time, that is under the "good parts of my weekend" section to come later in this post.
So later that night Hillary said I could crash at her place because I didn't want to go back to the Sex Room that night. So the next morning I came back to my room at about 10:30 and this time rather than keeping themselves quarenteened in Meghan's bed they unfolded MY futon and were spooning half naked on it. It was gross and it ALSO cuts the room in half so I couldn't get to my desk (where my backpack and money and life is) and my bed without either touching or waking them up. So I went elsewhere and did as much homeowkr as I could do without my backpack. Took about an hour. Cam called me about lunch (we go every Sunday), so I went back to my room (it is noon now), get my jacket and they have not moved. I went out for lunch and went shopping to Everyday People with Cam and Tony, like always. Got a sweet vest! I really like it, Cam found it, he finds all my clothes. Anyway, so they are no longer spooning.
Anyway, my mom thinks that I should tell my CA. She thinks that it was nuts that she thinks that she can get away with that as she said "Did they at least put a sheet down on OUR futon before they started doing it on OUR futon!?" So she's pretty mad about the whole situation. I can't decide what I should do because I mean I could potentially get her kicked out of the drom, but I mean that jsut makes me a bitch. But then again she's a bitch too, she jsut doesn't know it because she is a sheltered piece, but I mean I would know that I was being a bitch...so what do I do? I mean I could just talk to her about it but most of the time she doesn't talk and I know I would just end up getting really frusterated because then again I would look like the bad person. But I mean I'm willing to make one of those things happen so that I don't ever have to see him again.
The Good things:
Friday: hung out with Brianni and Annalee and some friends of theirs. It was really fun and I was just so happy to see Brianni, it had really been too long!
Saturday:I went to the football game with Alex, Hillary (Divers), and Brittney (swimmer) and we met up with a bunch of the male Gymnists. Then we went over to this kids house, then we left for "The Fort" which is a bunch of swimmer boys' house. It was realy fun, I had a good time and I really got to know more people which was really cool. This kid that I literally haven't seen in three years from swimming at Twin ran up to me and was like "I know you! Your Elinor Belk!" and I totally didn't recognize hi at first but when I did it was really funny and I realized that regardless of how hot he still is (he actualyl got hotter) that he was wearing blue camo pants and that really made me laugh. Someone freaked out on me because he couldn't decide what he wanted to call me from three choices that I gave him: El, Ellie, or Elinor. He got mad when he figured out that I liked being called Ellie the least, thankfully he decided on El because Elinor is too long apparently. Hillary and I got wall humped by Nico, and sang London Bridges wherever we walked. It was overall an amazing night.
posted by Elinor at
3:54 PM
1 Comments:
Personally, I think you need to bitch slap the be-jesus out of the little slut. You're paying to share a dorm room with your roommates not your roommates and their boy-friends. Tell her in no uncertain terms that you're not into having your room, your futon or your space hijacked by the likes of her. Next time, they can take their spooning half-nekkid selves somewhere else. It's great you can fall back on friends or your parents -- but think about how you'd handle it if you were on you were far, far away.
Now get in touch with that inner-and-oh-so-justified-bitch and give the heave-ho.
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