Robins been scared for the past few weeks. She has to move out of the shit sty Kelly and her putrid little cabal made the apartment she elected to share with her although it was more like Kelly imposing her will on someone with a good nature, a trusting heart and an innocent demeanor. To some extent: shes spoiled that for Robin and that pisses me off. Now that its almost over, I guess nows a good time to tell everyone what happened as far as I can tell: Robin hadnt stayed in her place since about Thanksgiving when we got back together after this awkward break we took. Shortly after Christmas break began and Robin was back in New Jersey, Tiffany and Mark had keys cut for them to the building and the apartment by Kelly and there began their move in. From there, whenever we would go over, it would get worse and worse. Picture a dumpster, complete with garbage, cigarette butts, empty bottles and cans, rotten food, with a TV, puke-stained carpet and four sacks of trash. One named Brooke, a friend of Tiffanys who claims to be an ex-cocaine addict. Dont sweat it though: from the look of her, shes recovered nicelyshe gained the weight back and everything. Another named Mark, who left his place he shared with Alex and Veronica because they made insulting demands (like wheres your share of the rent this month?) and made impossible requests (like would you please take a shower?) which is totally understandable. I mean, a guy cant be expected to act like an adult when hes twenty-one, right? Hes got a world of drinking to do.
Speaking of drinking, theres the next one. Theres the girl who makes friends with who ever has the beer or Jack or what have you. If it gets her drunk, she wants all of it and she loves you as long as you have a forty for her. Thats Tiffany. The perpetually hung over in class, fish-faced girl who loves drama, lying, acting the victim and talking you to death. Im not exaggerating. Hang out with her for ten minutes, which is six hundred seconds. Shell somehow speak four thousand words about people you dont know, stuff you dont care about and music you dont like.
And queen shit herself: Kelly. The girl who seems to be in need of sycophantsnot friends. Yes men who think its hilarious when she rips on them. People like Mark, Tiff and Brooke. Pretty much everything you just read about those cats shes probably made light of to their face. Kelly the girl who tries harder to drink more, smoke more, fuck more and party more than she does study more. Kelly the girl who always is busy trying to seem punk rock (with Green Day, No doubt, Blink 182 and Sum 41 in her iPod) that she forgets how to be a decent person to anyone in her vicinity. Kelly the student who has learned a grand total of zero in college because shes managed to bullshit her way around assignments and is content to get a C in everything. Kelly the leader who led her three person army in to staying up until five in the morning and sleeping until five in the afternoon and cleaning their bodies a grand total of never. Kelly the cunt who would rather be a bully than a friend to Robin in saying nasty things and making sleeping in her own place impossible.
Thats the place that Robin could have lived. She elected to stay here with me. This semester has been relatively uneventful as weve avoided them when at all possible, which made for a very growth friendly environment. I think Robin did pretty well in her classes. And thats encouraging, but its still like where do they get off making her place un-livable? What gives them the right to make her want to leave by acting like monsters until she doesnt even bother putting her suit case in her place when she got back in January?
I guess the question I should be asking is why didn
Speaking of drinking, theres the next one. Theres the girl who makes friends with who ever has the beer or Jack or what have you. If it gets her drunk, she wants all of it and she loves you as long as you have a forty for her. Thats Tiffany. The perpetually hung over in class, fish-faced girl who loves drama, lying, acting the victim and talking you to death. Im not exaggerating. Hang out with her for ten minutes, which is six hundred seconds. Shell somehow speak four thousand words about people you dont know, stuff you dont care about and music you dont like.
And queen shit herself: Kelly. The girl who seems to be in need of sycophantsnot friends. Yes men who think its hilarious when she rips on them. People like Mark, Tiff and Brooke. Pretty much everything you just read about those cats shes probably made light of to their face. Kelly the girl who tries harder to drink more, smoke more, fuck more and party more than she does study more. Kelly the girl who always is busy trying to seem punk rock (with Green Day, No doubt, Blink 182 and Sum 41 in her iPod) that she forgets how to be a decent person to anyone in her vicinity. Kelly the student who has learned a grand total of zero in college because shes managed to bullshit her way around assignments and is content to get a C in everything. Kelly the leader who led her three person army in to staying up until five in the morning and sleeping until five in the afternoon and cleaning their bodies a grand total of never. Kelly the cunt who would rather be a bully than a friend to Robin in saying nasty things and making sleeping in her own place impossible.
Thats the place that Robin could have lived. She elected to stay here with me. This semester has been relatively uneventful as weve avoided them when at all possible, which made for a very growth friendly environment. I think Robin did pretty well in her classes. And thats encouraging, but its still like where do they get off making her place un-livable? What gives them the right to make her want to leave by acting like monsters until she doesnt even bother putting her suit case in her place when she got back in January?
I guess the question I should be asking is why didn