Soooo I feel like one of those lame, acne-plagued dweebs from high school that obsesses over the popular kids in an impossible attempt to move up in the social food chain.
…Explanation is necessary since I was speaking in figurative terms; my skin is flawless, ok. Now, I, like the Good Samaritan I am, gave alllllll my marketing notes to a girl, who did not appear to be of the untrustworthy nature, for her to copy. This occurred two weeks ago. Do I have my notes?? NOPE. This betch skipped the last class and left me sitting in an effin French class for three hours. Ohhh the hatred was brewing! With each minute filled with mounting confusion due to the speed of the professor’s lecture and the absence of my notes, I aged into a cynical, petulant being. My exact thoughts after I realized she wasn’t coming lashed out: “This betch isn’t coming, is she? Mothaaaa…. She betta be dying!” However after a few hours of cursing this girl’s existence, I began to overlook this presage and gave her the benefit of the doubt—perhaps she really was dying, in which case I began to worry if it took a turn for the worse how I would ever get my notes back. Selfish thoughts aside, over the course of the next few days, I sent her emails, facebook messages, texts, and even called her. Now, to those who know me, I did in fact voluntarily pick up my phone with the intention of communicating with a human being. That’s a testament to how desperate I felt. Either she was ignoring me or she was dead—for even a deathly ill person would have texted me! But I REFUSE to be ignored. So after more emails and texts, the girl finally sent me a facebook message. She casually mentioned that she’s in Lyon until Sunday (betch!) and that she’s sorry for the inconvenience but I shouldn’t worry. Ummm, don’t tell me how to feel, ho! Betches cannot be trusted, ok!
That was the last good deed I do pro bono. It’s society’s loss now, fools.
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