Shit is Fucked

Shit is not, actually, fucked, I just wanted an excuse to use that title.

Anyway.

Text received from Coop at 11:20 p.m. last Thursday, when I was at a party at his suite with him present: "Who invited [S.W.]?"

Okay. I can't completely play dumb. I know he "likes" him in the way you "looooooove" your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend. And I also know he thinks S.W.'s a pussy and an all-around loser. So, yeah... not so much a fan. But still, he's my boyfriend, and if the charade of our friendship is to continue, then he has to accept my boyfriend and his, y'know, basic existance. That text told me everything I needed to know about Coop and how he feels about me, and us as friends. Or, "friends."

So now he's avoiding me. And when he's avoiding me, and not so much a fan of me, then his bad qualities become pretty fucking obvious. Like how he'll make fun of you to your face (or, in my face, not to my face, but to the girl sitting next to me). In other words, he became an ASSHOLE.

I'm thinking I'm just going to confront him about it. If he really is what he prides himself on being--tactless, in-your-face, etc etc--then he'll be able to handle it.

If not, then... I just don't know.

It's "that time of the month," so I'm 5 lbs heavier, a C cup (not that any guys are complaining, but they are FUCKING ANNOYING), and my face is breaking out. I am not cute right now, not cute at all. Also, since spraining my ankle last weekend, I haven't run in a week and I am feeling like a slug. So I'm shall-we-say not at the top of my game. Eh.

However: I haven't been in the launch in like 2 weeks. Zimmer must like me. Or something. Or maybe he just got me and DBrown confused again. Who knows.

Lover! Come back to me!

ETA: Proof of why shit is not fucked and life is actually good: my grades so far, as of midterms:

Latin Civ: A on paper + undeserved 88 on midterm (not bad for literally never, ever going to class) = A-
Roman Social History: B+ on midterm (again, not bad for finishing the midterm in literally 15 minutes. Apparently I achieved notoriety in that class for walking out and everyone thought I failed. All those haters don't know shit)
Shakespeare: A/A- (whatever that means... I don't do the reading)
Austrian History: umm... who knows, but my prof thought my paper was "creative" and "innovative" with "no big problems" (a ringing endorsement!). Not sure what grade that translates to

My GPA is kicking ass and taking names so far. Knock on wood so I don't crash and burn on my finals. Also: that's what happens, kids, when you take 3 histories and an English course. Yay! I love humanities!