and turn out to be total douches are a real fucking downer. Not because they are being mean to you, but because you can't think of where the fuck they got on their high horse or why they think they are better than you now. Had a friend from high school named Matt, came to the concession stand to get some food and I asked simply "How's college life going man" to which he responds "better than you". The entire conversation pretty much went down hill from that, just him calling me jealous and his bud in the background not even laughing as his dumb jokes. It's weird though, my other friend Will was like best friends with Matt and he still is a straight up guy.
It's not like going to U of I is that big of an accomplishment lol. Acts like a state school is like getting into yale or something
I am still social to most my friends from high school. I dont hang out with any of them, but if I see them, I make time to talk to them. So what is your 'friend' going to school for?
I hate people. He must have had a bad gay "college experimentation" the night before and his ass was sore or something.
He sounds like one of those 'winner' guys. You know, cant be happy for anyone else, thinks everything is a competition. So you working at the theatre means you lose, and he wins. Therefore he is too good to be bothered by your loser ass. I have 'friends' like that. You should have taken off your vest and punched him in his face, then say, 'take that shit to class bitch'.....
Ask him how his initiation week to his fraternity was... I knew one dumbass that was actually *branded* with the frat logo on his asscheek. Completely wasn't expecting him to show it off when that day when he said, "Hey, check this out!" like it was something to be proud of, or something I'd care to see, for that matter. What a fucking moron.
Yeah getting branded is a bit much, that's the point where i would be all "Fuck it, i'll live in a dorm"
I acted a bit of a twat once to a guy I went to school with, but I think I was justified. I was stood in a club talking to a very attractive blonde girl and was making good progress when this tramp-like blob shouted my name and came wobbling over to me with a huge grin on his face. He was wearing this tent-like t-shirt, with a nike symbol and holes on the front, which didn't cover the enormous gut hanging over his belt, and his hair was uncut and greasy which caused a shitload of spots over his forehead. I think he wanted to remenice about the good-old-days of school but I pretended not to remember him and he waddled off. About half an hour later, when the girl I was with had gone to the toilet, I stormed over to him, told him how disgraceful his appearance and smell were and that if he ever did that again I would kill him. He was a bit upset, but all-in-all I like to think I did him a favour. Either that or I drove him to suicide.
Fuck... I didn't re-read that and correct the huge spelling mistakes. Not that any of you are worth the effort anyway.
I'd be upset... at myself, for having gone out in public looking like a homeless version of Sean Ryder.