Dis Bitch

Okay, so I really need to be sleeping, but I just want to rant for a quick second.

I sent Allie a majority of the study guide this morning at 10:30am, which she was supposed to work on today because she wasn't going to do anything.

I woke up early just to work on this study guide, because I KNEW she wouldn't finish it. I thought if I left her 6 diseases to talk about, when I did 4 diseases and a slew of how the lungs function and other miscellaneous lung issues, that she'd be able to handle it.

Once again, I've been proven wrong.

Granted, she said that her sister fell and had a bad head injury so she drove up to Tampa and got back at 10pm tonight, but that she'll come over tomorrow to finish it and then leave at 11 to drive back up there. I know it's wrong of me, but I'm calling bullshit.

I know accidents happen, but it's convenient.. you know? It figures that this happens when you have any responsibility. How quaint of that to have worked out in your favor.

If her sister was legitimately hurt, then that's unfortunate, but it'd be a little bit more believable if she just e-mailed me saying, "I can't come over tomorrow because I'm in Tampa with my sister because she fell". What's the point in driving up there at 11 when we have class on Monday at 8 in the morning? This girl takes 4 hours to drive to Tampa, because apparently, she can't handle long car rides. Yeah. Tampa is ~SO~ far away. And this bitch expects me to believe she's going to Tampa for a few hours just to have to leave within a few hours?

I love my brother to death & I assume that's vice versa, but I'm pretty sure if I got hurt when he was still in the state of Florida that he would not drop school to visit me in the hospital. He would call, I should hope, but I'm fairly certain, given that he was in pharmacy school, that he would not drop everything to see me for a few hours just to go back. It just doesn't make any fucking sense to me. I wouldn't fly to Kentucky if Bart fell. Let's just be honest here.. and maybe it's an age difference thing, since her little sister is like 12 or something, but still. It's not reasonable. I can't wrap my brain around her thought process at all or why she is the way that she is.

So I look at what she's completed and you know what dis bitch did? Fucking deleted things I put in it.

Really? Like I didn't save it on my computer and can't TELL that content is missing on what you sent me? Excuse me if I'm wrong, but this girl is FAILING this class and she thinks by deleting what I wrote she's going to pass the test? Yeah. Okay. You do that. Let me know how that works out for you, which I'm sure you will, because you complain about everything.

I will, once again, do better on this test than she will, and she's going to complain, like a bitch, because "I [Jessica] never study" and "we study the exact same thing" and I'll just say, "Uhm, no. Because you clearly thought you knew what was important when you decided to 'revise' my work like it was some fucking draft or something."

Seriously. Don't ask me to do YOU a favor and then change it, when you don't even have a winning game plan as it is. If she was the one doing better on all the tests, then I'd be like, "okay, you know what you're talking about more than I do since you have the grades to back it up." She has no excuse.

Also, by answering two or three diseases partially doesn't count as "doing work," especially when the parts you left blank are the pathophysiology of the disease, which *SPOILERS* IS THE NAME OF THE CLASS.

WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Either stay with your injured sister or do the fucking work. It's not complicated. It's not difficult. I'd much rather do the study guide MYSELF.

She needs to decide, because this half assed shit isn't making MY life any easier when I have to work around her insanity and I'm sure it's not helping her mom or sister much either, especially since she is apparently living on a budget and can't afford to be driving all over the place.

I'm just so livid.

Look at my life.

So yesterday, the 14th, I studied with Allie from 3ish-6pm.

During that time frame, she decided to tell me that she has mono AS she's using my computer and breathing in my room. I know mono isn't something communicable by air, but still. She also decided to make a fuss about me wanting to go to Japan & shortly after said that come time to sign up for housing for next year we could dorm together, because that would be beneficial.

At like 7:15 or so, I came back to my dorm with some Chinese food, because I hadn't eaten since 8am. I see Allie standing by her car, but luckily I was a far enough distance, where I don't think she saw me, so I went into my dorm in a round a bout way to elude her.

She starts calling my phone, a total of 6 times in the span of maybe an hour. I'm sitting in my room with the lights off, because I DON'T want to talk to her on the phone, because it's never a good thing, nor is it ever a short conversation. I even locked my door on the off chance, she got into my dorm and tried to get in.

She knocks on my dorm door. I jumped into my bed so I could feign sleeping, so my conscience wouldn't feel too bad. My roommate lets her in and I can hear them talking in the living room. Luckily, my roommate was not aware of my presence in my room, but Allie knocked on my door and tried to get in anyway. Thank God for locking my car.

Apparently what happened was Allie's car tires all got slashed while being parked at West Lake, which is really weird considering all four were slashed and that I had never heard of anyone actually doing that.

I ended up falling asleep legitimately. I wake up at midnight and I no longer hear talking - in fact, I don't hear anything, except for my computer fan whirring about like it always does. I assume the coast is clear and that Allie got the point that I wasn't coming home for the night and that she'd just leave.

I was fucking wrong.

I went to the bathroom & started up the anime episode I was in the middle of when she initially called me at 7, when there's a knock on my door. It's my roommate and she was surprised that I slept through all the noise. Then as I'm talking to her, Allie just saunters from the living room. She fell asleep on the couch and was apparently waiting for me to get back to the dorm.

What if I didn't "come back" or if I just slept through the entire night? A normal person would have left by midnight at the latest. A normal person would have called ANYONE they possibly could have to get a ride back to their own place. A normal person would have even called campus UPD to give them a ride to their dorm. WHY DID SHE FEEL THE NEED TO WAIT IN MY LIVING ROOM FOR FIVE HOURS? Who DOES that?

She asks me for a ride to her dorm and then asks me if I would drive her to where her car will be towed so she can pick it up when it's done. I'm already pissed, because this girl's existence really bothers me. I feel like I'm interacting with my cousin who is four years younger than me, except with Allie, there's no familial pressure of tolerance. I'm supposed to love my family and want the best for them - that's just what families do. It's in the codex! But since I'm not related to Allie, I don't consider her a friend or even a good enough friend to be doing all these favors for her, I get really ticked off.

I haven't slept at all since midnight, although I laid down at 8, but couldn't fall asleep. I've actually been watching FMA because Ashley gave me her info for it, so that was/is the highlight of my day.

At 9am, guess who calls me... twice? Allie. She even texted me telling me to call her.

Let's go over some quick etiquette rules. I told her that I'm not available today and that I was going out for the entire day. Why would you call or demand a call when you KNOW they can't just pick up the phone? I said I wasn't leaving my dorm til noon. Why would I be up at 9am when I'm not physically leaving til noon? She told me that she's volunteering from 9-1pm. WHY IS SHE CALLING ME?

I just don't understand.

Maybe it's because I loathe talking on the phone with people I can't stand or maybe it's because I'm cut from a different cloth that has a low tolerance for bullshit. Maybe it's because my body is secretly tired, but this is ridiculous.

I study with this girl, because we split the work evenly (even if I'm doing the majority, because she does such a piss poor job - don't even get me started). I study with her, because she registered her textbooks online, which gives additional information from the textbooks to help with studying. By the way, once you register books online, it's nearly impossible to sell them for an adequate price. I study with her, because she actually forces me to study, rather than surf the internet.

I see this girl 3 days out of my 5 day school week, sometimes more depending on if we study. My weekends are sacred - I do not like sharing them, except for the few people I deem extraordinary. She is not one of them, nor do I wish to subject myself to her company for longer than is necessary. My whole life cannot be Nursing. I refuse. I can't live in that kind of environment where that's the ONLY thing I do. Whenever this girl is around, that's all the conversation ever is, because other than that, we have nothing in common. Not every single study group has to lead to friendship and I feel like she's having a hard time distinguishing my politeness for actual camaraderie.

Maybe that's harsh, because I don't think she has a lot of friends. Apparently, she only knows 3 people in West Lake, myself included - I don't even know how many North Lake people she knows. Apparently, there wasn't ANYONE else she could have asked for a measly 5 minute ride to her dorm. I find that saddening, which is why I actually drove her when I realized she stayed til fucking midnight.

Also, because she has a Volkswagen Bug, apparently she can't use normal tires, because I asked her why she didn't ask her guy friend to help her put replacement tires on the car. I don't know much about cars, but I'm pretty sure when car people tell you that you can only use that brand's tires, they're bullshitting you out of your money. That's my personal opinion.

I must be a crazy loon magnet, because they seem to be the only people that I've met during college.

You know, all the other times I helped her, like driving her somewhere and having to physically argue with her that her car does not need special oil to run, and letting her eat ALL MY SNACK MIX, not in a bowl, but just right out of the box, despite me offering her a bowl.. she's thanked me, but if it's not done her way, then it's wrong.

I offered to call Blayn to help put the oil in her car. Right when I mentioned that he lived in Coastal though, she flipped the fuck out because of "reasons". I told her that he could drive to us and do it. She refused and said she would ask her guy friend to do it. Well, you know what was funny about that? That car problem happened at like 5pm and her guy friend wasn't available until 10pm. She stayed in my dorm until 10pm, because she's ridiculous and doesn't know what common sense is.

I'm so concerned with not sending mixed signals that I end up giving off the wrong impression. Why must my brain be programmed to say whatever is the most socially awkward thing to say, unless I'm yelling/raging?

Take today for instance, Blayn, being the troll that he is, RANDOMLY asked me if I liked Greg. My first thought went to friendship wise, but then I realized that's not what he was asking, so I paused for a brief second, which made Blayn flip out. For the REST OF THE NIGHT, Blayn kept being like, "so... Jessica..." because he got the wrong idea.

I have a headache from spending time with Blayn. Not necessarily from Greg, because Greg isn't constantly yelling or saying stupid things like Blayn is. I thought I hated Watson, but there's NO comparison between Blayn and him. I like spending time with Blayn there as well, but after not talking to him or seeing him for awhile and then spending HOURS with him, I start to want to kill myself. I was legitimately yell arguing with Blayn because he won't listen. His girlfriend must be a saint, because I punched Blayn legitimately more than 20 times today.

I think Greg still likes me too.. or maybe that's just how Greg is. When I first saw Greg, he said that I seemed to have gotten shorter and then when I saw Blayn, he said I seemed to have gotten taller. Unlike Blayn, Greg tends to not look at me when I'm talking.. then again I'm not always comfortable with constant eye contact, but my chest can't talk. And Greg wants to hang out again and it was fun, but I don't want to send the wrong idea, which Blayn already has, because he kept being an IDIOT.

This is why I can't hang out with other people besides Ashley & Watson, because people don't understand.

Blayn kept shipping me with EVERYONE. He shipped me with Greg, with Chris (who we met up with at McDonald's & it was awkward because Blayn told Chris to ask me out and I'm just PAST the point of even by then), and also with Watson, because THAT is completely plausible.

I think Blayn does this to be a troll, and it works, because of my headache, my whole body hurting from just general annoyance, and my brain hurting from worrying over whether or not he's going to lovetap my car and take its virginity, which Blayn swears to do before the semester is over.

I just want Misty to be safe and untainted and I want to be able to speak without having to over-analyze everything!

Don't Forget

(before I even talk about this series, this fucking music is brilliant all on its own. This song is called Requiem for the Brigadier General.. and we all know who that is. It's starting to rain)

100 years later verse wise & 10 years since this series has started, this series has meant so much to me.

The entire series, both FMA and FMA:Brotherhood, despite the fact both of them are two completely separate entities, have shaped the way I treat my family relationships, my morality and sense of conduct, and served as a prime example of how making a mistake impacts your life, but you can choose to get up and make a change, even when the odds are against you, on the off chance that maybe you can make your life just a little bit better.

These characters are constantly getting kicked down, but they ultimately get stronger, because of it, rather than succumbing to their weaknesses.

I'm sure it's silly that as a 20 year old I get so emotionally attached to these characters and to these plots, but it's so deep and talks about so many relevant things. FMA shows the nitty gritty of life, but also the happy-go-lucky moments, which make the horrible moments bearable. FMA shows that the world is composed of all sorts of people, those with shades of gray to their character and those who see the world as a dichotomy that can never be broken. FMA shows where that mentality gets you and how our prejudices and fears hold us back from making any progress.

FMA is a story of two brothers who go on this heart-wrenching adventure together and they exhibit more maturity than I EVER had at their age.

The more I think about the story, the endless amounts of Fridge Brilliance, Fridge Logic, and Crowning Moments of Awesome that EACH character gets, not just Ed and Al, I realize how truly special Fullmetal Alchemist really is. I can't pick whether I like the original or Brotherhood better, because both took the manga and adapted it in different ways. Brotherhood followed the manga more closely, but there are some differences.

This makes the 2nd post I've done where I've gushed over an anime, but both YYH and FMA are worth it, and today IS FMA day, so it's appropriate to give a shout out to one of my beloved series ♥