I was moving into my new room at college for the semester but it was a room that was subletting through someone else. R.P. and I were going to share it, as we'd planned on living together, but when I got there, there was a big section of the wall across from the bed that had the paint scraped off and water had leaked in through an open window, cracking the dry wall underneath it. I was really upset and went to find R.P. to ask what had happened, since he was the one who had moved in first, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I looked all over campus - which was set up more like a little college town than a campus - including in the areas that were for the best students only - there were designated study areas for them - but still R.P. was nowhere in sight. I ran into a lot of my friends as I searched the campus, all of whom wanted to know how I'd been over the last few months. I ran into M.C., a friend from Rudy's in New York in real life, who put his arm around my shoulder and coerced me into coming over to shoot a game of pool with him and a few friends. I walked over there w/him - he was wearing a turtleneck and a jacket with elbow pads - and there was R.P., who, when he saw me, stormed off. I followed him and asked him what happened to the room, but he wouldn't stop or look at me at all, so I eventually let him walk away. Then, I ran into a mutual friend of ours who told me that R.P. had paid off the room to the person from whom wee were subletting because he didn't want to live there with me. I was so angry because that changed everything and I didn't know what I had done to upset R.P. so much; our mutual friend couldn't tell me, either, but my feelings were really hurt that someone I wanted to live with abruptly changed his mind about me and didn't want to live with me.
A guy friend of mine was writing for ESPN over the summer and he mentioned me in a few blog posts. He'd told me to my face that he got this internship and then he had to go; he left two of his cell phones at my place so I had to leave a comment on his blog to tell him to call me so he could come get his phones because I had them, he shouldn't worry that he'd lost them somewhere else.
It was Chanukah and I was having a party at my house in my dining room, only my dining room was at Fla.-J's frat house and they actually were the ones holding the party. I came to meet Fla.-J, who was dressed in jeans and a light pink sweater, and for some reason was wearing white-face makeup. He gave me a huge hug and lifted me off the ground; when he put me down, the makeup was gone. We went into the kitchen because he couldn't' keep his hands off me and more guests were showing up; I was embarrassed that he was so handsy in front of people, particularly people that I didn't know. Finally he agreed to be more PC and we went back into the dining room, where three girls, K.K. included, began to sing Christmas carols. Fla.-J and I were really confused as to why they were singing Christmas carols at a Chanukah party; I.A., one of Fla.-J's frat brothers in real life appeared and I gave him a hug hello and he was about to explain the Christmas carols, when the president of their frat came in the room. He wasn't just the president of their chapter, though, he was the president of the entire frat, nation-wide, and it was
Craig Kilbourn. He introduced himself to the three of us and told us that he was so glad to have been able to attend our party.
No comments:
Post a Comment