i've never considered myself to be on anybody's side. i'm always on the sideline. i'm not overly judgmental, although it has been proven that i do judge you when you use poor grammar. it is what it is. choosing sides, to me, is way overrated. it's limiting. who wants to be on one side when you can be neutral and be everybody's friend? i'm not much of a people pleaser by nature, but i try to not have issues with most people. i know that in this world, you can't be everybody's friend. i know this because the opposite is true: everybody can't be my friend. not that being my friend is such a wonderful opportunity. i know tons of people who make better friends than me. i kid, i kid. no one's a better friend than me.
i'm passive-aggressive. everybody knows this about me. i won't usually come right out and tell if something's bothering me. that something is bothering me will eventually come out, but in pretty insidious ways. i've had this issue from early on. forget, i do plenty; i never forgive. hell, i think i can remember everything that's been said to me or about me that has hurt my feelings. it's built me up to be the person i am today, an overly neurotic person who has been almost completely desensitized to the concept of compassion. but to balance it all out, i make myself laugh. lol. see, i told you.
the preface leads up to this whole damn thing with kel and me. notice i didn't write "me and kel" because that would be grammatically incorrect. and remember, i judge you when you use poor grammar. i think it's only fair that i be an example to all those out there who are ignorant of the concept of good grammar. the biggest issue i have is probably the confusion with "your" and "you're." that bothers the sh*t out of me. and it should bother you, too.
i digress. so it turns out that tia and tamera read my blawg and were less than impressed with it. i don't know why. i don't put people on blast unless it's absolutely necessary. i'm not really that kind of person. then again, i guess it could be the passive-aggressive side. who knows? i do. anyway, they have been forcing me to choose a side...because i'm either with them or against them. that's the same thing i tell my kids. if it works for them, i guess it should be enough for me. except i'm too old for that. twins, if you're reading this, which i know you are because i can see you looking at it...i'm in the middle. i'm not on anyone's side. it's by choice. if there's anybody you should be wary of, it's kel. he changes sides more than...well...someone who changes sides a lot. i've heard from an anonymous source that he's on the side of the person with him at that moment (with the exception of me, of course). that, again, is from an unnamed source. he just goes where the wind blows him. PS, there were no casualties in the great ice war of 2011. i meant to put that in the last blawg. well, actually i think there was a slight tragedy. barney's spirit was a little crushed by the emotional wear and tear of the whole war thing. it happens.
huey and i are roommates, and i've been called him numerous times since i started working here this summer. he's told me that he's been called me as well. it turns out that we have very similar personalities. we're both laid back and easygoing. he takes a lot of sh*t from people here, but i told his arse to take a stand and fight back. that's just me. i'm a tell it like it is kind of person. speaking of fights, i keep on missing the main thing here. i was (again) fortunate enough to be (pseudo) invited to hang out with some of the big fish of this whole group. there were jerome and kenan, fred and barney, huey, and kel.
rewind...at lunch, i was going to get dessert and something to drink and kel, from out of nowhere, comes up and asks me how i'm doing...touches me and calls me...and this is the part that really just took me out the game..."buddy." now, i'm not really one to drop the "f bomb" too much because it's just too strong of a word for me; i just can't always handle the power it carries with it. but if there weren't so many kids and other riff raff around, i could've f*cked him up right then and there. this war is getting out of hand, lol.
alright, here's the backstory that started this whole thing. it actually started about a year ago. when i first came to work at nysp, kel was actually the first person i met. he seemed to be pretty cool. the only qualm i had about him was that he was taller than me. i have this very strange thing about people taller than me. it irks me just a little bit. i don't know why...maybe i subconsciously don't like being looked down on, but whatever. it's an extremely minor thing.
what also annoys me are tall people who don't know how to play volleyball. i'm right around the average height of 5'10" (actually 5'9.5" but i round up) and have to work quite hard to jump up and hit a damn ball over an eight foot tall net. my vertical ain't but a few millimeters. shout outs to team FUN. tall guys should just stick to basketball and leave us alone. it's not easy to have a seven foot tall guy spike a ball at your head on a regular basis.
so back to that...nice person. cool guy. no problem. things were going smoothly. everybody would hang out and have a good time. and then one day, randomly, i was made aware to the obviously apparent fact that i was (and these are the exact words) "such a tool" by kel himself. i was just walking along, minding my own business in the cafeteria, and was sat with some people. i went to get something to drink, and walked past kel and some others, whom i guess must remain nameless. i overheard their conversation (i wasn't eavesdropping) and there it was. at first i was like, oh not me. then i was like, that's pretty funny. but after hearing about how i apparently "just hang around people who'll listen to him" and "acts like that just to get people's attention" i figured out that a joke it was not. this is, by the way, completely true to the best of my knowledge.
that's sad because i thought i was such a nice person. i didn't know that my whole reason for being was to get others to like me. i considered myself better than that. anyway, that's the reason, so for all you eager readers who were asking about it, there it is. and it's not like i don't want to have anything to do with him, but...well...when you realize that there's someone out there who's thinking such things about you, you tend to want to steer clear of that person. i don't necessarily think that he's full of sh*t, but i do think he should've told me to my face instead of telling others and pretending to be friendly. i talk sh*t about people all the time, but those people know it because i'll tell them...and most of the time it won't be for real. bitches be trippin'.
moving right along...each day brings so much more material that i can't keep up. i'm so far behind that i'm gonna have to do a omniblawg that just puts everything out there. there's still lots of stuff from wake forest that i didn't mention, and i have to get the story out about the police officer. now that i'm in chevy chase, the place at which we're staying serves chicken every day. we've been here since sunday and there has been chicken in (except for one) every lunch and dinner so far. it's awful.
tomorrow is the variety show. it's a large reason i stick around here. the talent of these kids is just awful. some of them really have a lot of talent. the problem is that they choose to do things that are completely not in their area of expertise. hopefully i'll get to be the MC. it's big fun because i can host and tell funny knock knock jokes. they're so funny.
time for roommate bonding time,
-w
Go Team F-U...n!!!!!!!
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