Reading andromacha's journal

It is so horrible to see that most of the people you know tend to judge you only because you are different from them. Only because you don't dress in a certain way, or because you don't act as a stupid person.

Neil is so worried about a guy I know. We call him "pus bucket", but his actual name is Edoardo. I don't remember how we ended up calling him that though. Maybe Neil remembers it, I don't know.
Anyway, the point is that while my sweetheart was here this guy came to visit us. I was worried, because I know that he's always been trying to hit on me and I was worried that he would have started teasing Neil (just like he always said to me whenever we got to talk).

Well, nothing bad happened. Pus bucket thinks that Neil is a nice guy (and I would add extra super wonderful nice guy), and Neil thinks that Pus bucket is not so bad, even if he is a little charming...

Err... nothing bad until today actually. I have to say that once this guy was actually my best friend. He's been my best friend until, I don't know why, he started acting in a weird way, teasing and judging me every now and again because I wasn't one of the so called "ragazze facili" who don't care about love and they only want to have sex with every charming guy coming their way.
Since then, I've started meeting and talking to him less often. Now I don't even see him almost anymore.

Well, this morning he came here saying that Neil was gone and that he had the RIGHT to cheer me up. Can you believe it? The RIGHT to cheer me up. I thought he was kidding, but he wasn't. He said that the right way to forget about my adorable boyfriend (which I would never want to forget obviously) was to make out with him. I am glad that my parents were at home, because my dad, not seeing me for a while, came down to the entrance of the whole building calling for me.
Obviously I already told him to f*** off and f*** with the women he can find along the biggest streets in Turin, but still... I am so shocked!!
Actually, I wished Neil to be here with me in order to punch him on his stupid face! :)

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".

This post was edited by andromacha on Dec 29, 2002.

Hi, this is exclusively to Neil :) I don't think that you are so willing to know my stuff, and this is just some information about tonight for him.

So, I am going to eat right now. I hope to find you online in an hour, when I will be back. If not, I hope I don't have to jump to the wrong conclusions.
Hope to see you soon, sweety. *kiss*

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".

This post was edited by andromacha on Dec 29, 2002.

So, it seems that tonight I am experiencing the same problem Jaz has... I am here on my PC enjoying myself when on my desk there is my Italian literature book open, which waits for me to read it.

Bah, I can't really stand that stuff anymore. It is too much, and too boring as well. How the heck can I remember what 50 authors (if not more. I haven't counted them yet) have written during their life. And I don't mean only their masterpieces (because having studied literature during high school as well, I would have no problems in remembering that), but all their minor works, which no one takes into consideration!

We have a multiple choice exam, so only God knows what the professor is gonna ask us. It can be possible that she asks us about some lousy stuff which takes only a few lines of the book.
And for the record, the books I am supposed to study are 4!!!

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".