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Pink Eye, Wishy - Things I Don’t (Quite) Want

Music: Snow Patrol - Run

The Jock woke up last week with her eye crusted shut. Two hours later she was diagnosed with pink eye and I’ve been tip-toeing around her ever since even though she swears that it’s the viral kind and isn’t that contagious. Well, this morning The Activist came into the suite and started complaining about a cough then she looked away and I saw that her eyes were blood red.

“Vist, do you have pink eye?” I asked and she groaned and nodded. So now I’m defriending both of them for a week and praying that I don’t get it. Jock said that you can have pink eye for six days before exhibiting any signs of it, which means I could possibly have it and not even know it. With my luck it’ll probably show up on the first day of spring break, and in that case I’ll be damning them both to Hell over iChat.

I guess I’ll just have to hang out with Wishy for awhile since everyone’s sick and TK’s been seeing a guy for a couple weeks now (I really want to go into it but I also don’t want to jinx anything so I’ll be hush-hush). When I wrote that entry a few days ago about being upset I went up to Wishy’s room because he’s the only one who can handle me crying. Plus, he was the only one awake at 2:45 in the morning. I ended up staying the night just sleeping but I unintentionally started something. He was flirting with me all last week, making me uncomfortable and confused. Finally I called him out on it and he went off on how much he likes me but he’s unsure about what he wants.

In short, there’s another girl at home who he’s been kind of vague about. He can’t talk to me about her because, as he says, “You are part of the problem, Christine!”

The fact that there’s a girl at home who he may be interested in doesn’t bother me. What pisses me off is that he thinks he’s allowed to change from being a friend to playing with my hair all in a couple of days. Yes, I fell asleep in his bed, but it was after I cried my eyes out over missing home while saying over and over that I needed a friend at that moment. I made it very clear that all I was hoping for was a hug not to re-initiate anything.

Anyway, after I asked him about the flirting he flipped things around and made me feel stupid for being nervous about it, like I was looking too much into things.

I absolutely hate when he does things like this. I don’t get him at all but I miss our friendship, and I admit that I’m willing to overlook things in order to have it again. He can make me so angry sometimes but then when we’re sitting in his room just messing on his computer it’s great. He can be great.

What an asshole.

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