Queen of the eye roll

For some reason I feel the need to compete with this one girl in my ad classes. Since it is senior year I have pretty much all the same kids in my classes. The benefits and downfalls of going to a tiny school. I have had classes with this girl on and off for the past four years. I should nickname her. Hmm, bitch would be appropriate, but I don't think it is very nice of me. How about The Baster? I am not sure why I am nicknaming her a cooking technique for poultry, but I am.

I have no reason to hate The Baster, but for some reason I can not seem to like her. I always try to get along with everyone. I am a nice person, or at least try to be. Don't hate or discriminate, is my motto. But for the love of applesauce, her I don't like.

There is an ugly tension between us. I tried to relax it this year after last semester's ridiculousness, but she just gets this, 'Ha, I won' smirk on her face. I have no idea when we started to compete for this imaginary trophy, but I just can't be the bigger person here. I know that is lame and childish of me, but you should see her smirk. It's all hot pink from badly applied lipstick and she just has this presence about her that makes me want to knock her off her high horse. That is probably my reasoning for the no-like situation. I hate condescending people. You are not better than me. So sit down and shut it donkey.

What is my deal? Maybe because she insulted one of my good friends the first day of class. As my friend walked into class she murmured, "Why is god punishing me with her again?" Then her and her little gang of cronies all rolled their eyes and let out annoyed sighs. Come on kids, can't we all just get along. It was even funnier the following day when it turns out that me, The Baster and my friend all have 2 other classes together back to back. That is what she gets for being mean. But then again, I am being mean. So, who knows what Karma will bring me. I am going to try and be better with suppressing my urge to punch her in the neck, but it is going to take a lot of deep-breaths.

On a happy note, I have dropped the harsh feelings for my mom's boyfriend. Granted, he did start dating my mom 2 months after my dad died, and he was my dads best friend for 28 years, but you know what, it happens. I even went out and got him a Christmas present. It is nothing big, but when Em and me were out shopping for naughty things to put in NBS's hotel room the night of her wedding, we came across some John Deere mugs. They were a dollar each, so we figured 2 mugs and some hot coco would make a nice gift. But he still at times creeps me out, so we will work on that next.

Speaking of creepy, one of the most frightening things happened to me the other night. I was walking out of class with my friend Rachel. We were walking by these chairs where this one girl was sitting. I had caught the sight of this girl briefly when we first entered the common area, and I knew that she was kind of odd looking. Rachel whispered, 'creepy,' which inspired me to get a closer look.
Seriously, my heart skipped a beat and I felt a pain in my chest. This was the scariest looking person of all times. It was this Asian girl whose face and hair were the EXACT same color taupe. She had straight across bangs and her hair hung straight on either side of her face, which added to her monochromaticness. She turned her head the second I went to look at her and our eyes meet for a serious moment of fear. I swear she sucked my soul out with her glare. I squealed and ran outside. It was terrifying. Rachel caught up with me across the street and we both ran to my car where we proceeded to lock the doors and start to laugh. I might have been crying at first, but laughter came eventually. I still have nightmares.

And speaking of nightmares, it's time to go and embrace the world of laundry.

Remember to enjoy life. It's the best.