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-Thursday, March 01, 2007 ' 2:17 AM
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Fair weather Friend.

I sometimes get the obnoxious feeling that one of the people i consider to be a good friend is actually what i call a "fair weather friend". This basically means that they are friends when it suits them.
Lets call them Charlotte. Charlotte is in most of my classes. And considering that i am the only one she has in those classes, she is only to ready to chat and be friendly. Whereas, cometh it to childcare and she has another friend in there, she barely talks to me at all and would rather do everything with her other friend. So fair weather or not? you decide

Also another thing with Charlotte is that she constantly makes me feel wrong for being myself. If she is my friend, she should love me for who i am, not what i am.
Like today all she did was tell me how gay/boring/weird i was. The she quite happily proceeded to leech of my work. How Shallow can you get. Then when i get narky, she tells me not to take everything to heart. I am the sort of person that takes things such as that to heart.
GOD.
SO!
DAMN!
IRRITATED!

OK so another annoying incident that shat me off today goes as follows. I'm working with a partner in maths. And we are outside doing a project. There are two male ass-holes across from us. For a whole 40 minutes, they sit there taking the mickey out of me. And my partner is laughing with them the whole time. When i become irritated, they tell me to relax, take a chill pill. You've just sat here for forty fucking minutes, taking the piss out of me. what the hell do you expect me to do? it's not funny so im not going to laugh it off. My parter continually tells me to chill or take a chill pill. It makes me feel even more an idiot. And she will say it again, even when im just asking a question. Then they look over at the guys and grin.
Not going to work with her again. Rather work all by my damn self.







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