A Freshman's Journal

Entry 5: Have I Got A Tale to Tell

Since the last time we've spoken (two-ish months for me, a few seconds for you) I've made two friends; Emily and Zoe.

Zoe and I get along pretty well. Sure, she's kind of a spoiled bitch who complains about not having any money when I'm literally struggling to make ends meet (she thinks having 300+ in the bank is having nothing), but we do get along. We enjoy the same hobbies, we enjoy the same movies, we agree on the majority of things (not to mention she lets me borrow her car), I can see myself being friends with her for a while.

Emily and I, that's questionable. When I first saw her, I thought she was going to be a bitch. I did, I truly did, and she knows this. Was I wrong?

No.

Emily and I, our personalities clash sometimes. She takes things to heart, she assumes, she is hypocritical, she is lazy. Don't get me wrong, I'm lazy too, but she was worried about not coming back next semester due to her grades, and she let this be known. I was worried about not coming back next semester due to finances, and I told no one.

Emily works in the library on campus, and one day, there was this guy in there. He was in the computer room, at a seat probably thirty yards from the circulation desk, where she was. He kept looking up, and she assumed he was looking at her. There were, I promise you, other people in that computer room, between the two. Zoe and I took a trip there, and she said, and I quote "guys don't like me" to which I bit my tongue and kept my mouth shut.

Here's something to know about me: I hate when people assume. I do, I truly do, even the word bothers me. Why? My dad. 

She was assuming that not only was this guy looking at her, repeatedly, but that he likes her. And no, I'm not saying that is impossible, I'm not saying that wasn't the case, it very well could have been. Do you want to know what else it could have been though?

He could be a serial killer and Emily is his next target.

Okay, so maybe not, but still. You get my drift.

We get along, and it's pretty easy. That's because of who I am though. I struggle with it, when it comes to her, but I do try my hardest. As long as we're both trying, I won't get rid of a friendship.

Unless she becomes toxic.