Friday, February 27, 2004
My Wednesday morning in a nutshell:
It was a little after midnight. Putting on her coat, Alex said she was going to take a drive.
"Where are you going?"
"For a drive.. probably Waffle House or something."
"Oh, oh! Can I come?"
"Sure, if you want.. but well..."
"What?"
"Well, Dylan said that he really needs to talk to me so.."
"Oh, okay."
"...but I guess you can still come."
"Oh, that's okay. I still have homework I should do."
Then, she left.
Not even 10 minutes later, Dylan comes through the door, not knocking as usual.
"Oh, Alex just left to go get you!"
"Really? What did she want?"
That's when I knew something was amiss.
So that's when I start freaking out (like most drama queens in my position would be prone to do). My best friend and most trusted associate had just lied to me blatantly, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. Well, just then Berkley IMed me. He asked me how I was doing, etc. but then he had to go because he was meeting Alex for Waffle House. (A lightbulb illuminates.) Of course, I assume the worst. Well, I start crying and become completely nauseous and spend most of the morning in the bathroom about to vomit. Okay, so Dylan knows that I'm a little upset and don't really want to confront Alex yet so he offers to let me stay on his futon for the night.
At 7:00am, Dylan, Sagar and I are all awakened by a knock at the door. It's the EMS. They told me that I had killed myself last night. Of course, I assured them otherwise, and they left. (Great! So now I'm being chased by psychiatrists...) Then, Johnstone Housing comes by and tells me that I can't stay in the guys' dorms. Freaking out, I tell them that I had an emergency and couldn't stay by myself last night. (and so now I'm being chased by more psychiatrists...) I later found out that Alex had called them all, trying to accomplish I don't know what. Also, she managed to call my parents and everyone I know and convince them that I'm a crazy person. Gee thanks.
What a bitch
It was a little after midnight. Putting on her coat, Alex said she was going to take a drive.
"Where are you going?"
"For a drive.. probably Waffle House or something."
"Oh, oh! Can I come?"
"Sure, if you want.. but well..."
"What?"
"Well, Dylan said that he really needs to talk to me so.."
"Oh, okay."
"...but I guess you can still come."
"Oh, that's okay. I still have homework I should do."
Then, she left.
Not even 10 minutes later, Dylan comes through the door, not knocking as usual.
"Oh, Alex just left to go get you!"
"Really? What did she want?"
That's when I knew something was amiss.
So that's when I start freaking out (like most drama queens in my position would be prone to do). My best friend and most trusted associate had just lied to me blatantly, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. Well, just then Berkley IMed me. He asked me how I was doing, etc. but then he had to go because he was meeting Alex for Waffle House. (A lightbulb illuminates.) Of course, I assume the worst. Well, I start crying and become completely nauseous and spend most of the morning in the bathroom about to vomit. Okay, so Dylan knows that I'm a little upset and don't really want to confront Alex yet so he offers to let me stay on his futon for the night.
At 7:00am, Dylan, Sagar and I are all awakened by a knock at the door. It's the EMS. They told me that I had killed myself last night. Of course, I assured them otherwise, and they left. (Great! So now I'm being chased by psychiatrists...) Then, Johnstone Housing comes by and tells me that I can't stay in the guys' dorms. Freaking out, I tell them that I had an emergency and couldn't stay by myself last night. (and so now I'm being chased by more psychiatrists...) I later found out that Alex had called them all, trying to accomplish I don't know what. Also, she managed to call my parents and everyone I know and convince them that I'm a crazy person. Gee thanks.
What a bitch
