The Inability To Win

Im back in the midst of a teeny tiny crisis which has threatened to replicate my high school life and experience....

Remember how I said that High school was a little like University, however you live alone? Well, I am sticking to that. Andrew is this person that I've known for a couple years, and we're really good friends (or I think so). Anyway, Andrew came up in conversation with Nessa, Iz and Ammi. I was not happy that this was happening right now. It was hell breaking loose like I have never seen it. I like to write, which is why I have this blog, and I like writing letters, feels more personal. Also, I like movies, and I hate it when people feel left out; So I took the initiative and helped out a friend. I sent two dvd's and a four page letter. Apparently this was all exciting and interesting to the girls that live on my floor. They questioned me endlessly and made all this random shit up. for example... "Fran, how many pages did you write to this guy?", I reply "Four, I like writing feels more personal" and then comes Ammi is all like "ohhhhhh more personal, what you got in there Franny!? Pictures? Omg, you have pictures don't you! I knew it! You love him! He sends you poetry! You're gonna have his babies!" all the while- I'm shaking my head... I worry about the way information circulates around the university.... Given, they were in the same room, but this was one person talking, and the others believing everything that she had to say. Absolutely ridiculous.

In the space of 5 minutes they have recounted my high school life. I almost worry if they attended my high school or talked to someone that knows my every detail because the things that came up tonight, were creepy accurate. NOT accurate in the fact that I want his babies, or "love" the guy, simply in that as I have already said, High School in a different setting, with different people. If that even is possible.

Gah, frustration much!?

Anyway, Im gonna get back in there denying everything I can.

F.F