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I met with Pauline on Monday to get the security deposit check signed so I could deposit it and distribute the money between the three of us. She said 1:45pm at the Wells Fargo on campus. I got there a bit early to take care of another check, then I sat down to wait. And wait. And wait. She finally walked in at almost 2pm, fifteen minutes late. For what, she was already on campus! I had to drive twenty minutes and search for an illusive parking spot in the parking garage, and I was still early. Grr. Anyhow, she got there, I went through the charges briefly while shaking like a freaking leaf because I hate her and can't deal with her and she's a colossal bitch. She said "okay," signed the check, then I went to get her portion of the money. Done.

On the way home, I got a text message stating: "I just looked at my old checkbook and it looks like I gave you 300 for the deposit because the very first check I wrote you in august was for 806.67. Please Verify this and let me know if you get different numbers." Gorram it. I pulled up my account online and ran a search. She was right. I still owed her $100. Double gorram it.

I called the bank to verify that I would be able to deposit the check as long as all the required signatures were on it. No dice. All parties had to be present at the time of deposit in order for their identities to be verified. That meant I had to cancel on Xiomara and see Pauline again. I thought I was done with her, but no...

We eventually rescheduled for the next day, Tuesday. We were supposed to meet at 3:40pm at the Chase bank at Fashion Island, the mall where Xiomara works. I got there early once again. Xiomara arrived more than ten minutes late, even though she was closest to the bank to begin with. Pauline was the latest, arriving around 4pm. Bitch needs to get a watch.

While waiting for Pauline, I verified Xiomara's initial deposit amount (only $200, yay!) and went over the charges with her. She, for some unknown reason, got very confused and I had to run through it two or three more times before she accepted what I was saying. We all went inside, signed the check, then Xiomara deposited it. Since Xiomara took the full amount, she reimbursed me for the amount that I'd already paid Pauline, gave Pauline the remainder of the amount owed her ($100). Xiomara got $80, and I got the rest, $525. $100 of that amount might belong to my old roommate Nicole. I contacted her about it but have not yet heard from her.

I am really, truly, finally done with these two girls. I'm going to go "defriend" them on Facebook now.  Get out of my life, bitches!
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I finally messaged my ex-roommates about the security deposit. I've been sitting on it for some time now, and I really need to get it taken care of. I know I copped out by messaging them on Facebook, but I abhor interacting with Pauline. Hopefully we'll get this over with without a *fuss by Tuesday, if not earlier.

*I'm afraid one or the other will cry foul because they're getting so little of the deposit back. Of the $900 initial deposit ($600 security and $300 pet deposit), we got $705 back. None was taken out of the pet deposit, so I get the full $300 back. That leaves $405 to be split between the three of us. I had to pay a bunch of bills for that apartment for which I've seen no money from them, so that deducts $55 each from their shares. That leaves each of them with about $80, and me with just over $545. I really should charge them for the 1 1/2 hours that Dan and I spent cleaning out the apartment after they moved out -- they didn't clean anything at all and they left a staggering amount of food behind. They didn't even take out the bag of trash! They just left it sitting in the kitchen. Dan and I cleaned out all the cabinets of the food and other miscellaneous items left behind, took out the trash, vacuumed the whole apartment, and wiped down all the surfaces. Really, I should fine them each $50 for my time (leaving them with $30 each and me with $645, for those of you keeping score at home), but I think that would just cause more problems, so it doesn't exactly feel like it would be worth it. I really could use the extra $100, though.

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Apparently pauline's boyfriend has a key to the apartment. Meaning, he can come in whenever he wants regardless of whether or not anyone is home. This seems very wrong to me. I've been with Dan for nearly four years now, and he doesn't even have a key. Persilla Queen of the Desert has been with this guy for two, maybe three months and he has a key. I made sure to introduce Dan to my roommates right off the bat so they would know who he was; I barely even know this guy's name. Does this seem right or okay to anyone else? Persilla is acting like the apartment is hers and hers alone. I know I share this space with two other girls, even though nearly everything here is mine and I've been here two years longer than her.


Move out day is TOMORROW. I am so excited, I can't wait!!

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Oh joy. My dumbass roommate is having sex AGAIN. She didn't even check if anyone was home.*

I'm so excited to be moving out on SATURDAY.

On that note, I need more boxes. I still have SO MUCH to get done in just two days.

*I just checked, and I am now *officially* locked out of my room. I needed stuff!

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I spoke too soon. Pauline was home when I got back from grocery shopping last night, and guess what? MY CAT WAS OUTSIDE. I live in an apartment community. I don't feel that there is appropriate safe space for cats to be wandering around outside since most of the surrounding area is parking lot. Hence, I keep my cat inside at all times, or I let her out on the balcony when I'm home. Jewel was down in the parking area when I got home. I heard her collar jingle when I got out of the car. When she saw me, she ran up to the apartment like she was scared of being outside. I followed her upstairs to let her in, and I found Xio and her friend on the staircase. I walked past without saying anything because I didn't want to accuse her of something she may not have had anything to do with. When I let Jewel in, I heard someone in the kitched and saw pauline's laptop on the desk. So on my way back down to the car, I asked Xio how long she'd been home: about five minutes, and she hadn't been inside yet. Queen Bitch pauline let my cat out.

This is not a cat who will slip out at any opportunity. She takes ages to decide whether or not she wants to go out, and that takes leaving the door open for at least five minutes. I don't know if this was intentional, but it should not have happened. pauline KNOWS that Jewel is an indoor cat and that the front door needs to be kept closed at all times since there is no screen door. If it was accidental, fine, but be more careful in the future. If it was intentional, WTF? If she has a problem with me, she needs to talk to me about it, not let my cat out to her possible death. LEAVE MY CAT OUT OF IT. GAH.


In other news, I started a new ~diet last Friday. Dan's been doing this since last Tuesday-ish. This diet is set up so I only eat a set amount of calories (1300), based on my weight and metabolic rate. I can basically still eat whatever I want, as long as 35% of my caloric intake is protein, 45% is carbs, and 20% is fat. Dan lost about 5 pounds in the first week. Since last Wednesday, I have gained a little under one pound, according to the scale. But, according to the calliper, I have lost fat! I went from about 117.3 to 118.0 pounds, and from 11 to 7 on the calliper in one week. So, it looks like I've gained muscle but lost fat for a small overall weight gain. I have three weeks left of this ~diet. Let's see what happens!
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Around 3 am on Thursday morning I was woken up by heavy breathing coming from pauline's bed. On Saturday evening, while bitchface was sleeping, I had a brief chat about this with Xiomara. Xio agreed that it is very rude of pauline to lock us out whenever she feels like it, especially so because Xio's been sick for the last week and a half and only really wants to sleep when she gets home. When asked if she would like to join me in a talk (NOT a confrontation) about this with pauline, she jumped at the idea. A few minutes later, she changed her mind a bit and decided it might go over a little better if she were to talk to pauline about this without me. Fine by me, because I hate talking to pauline; she always seems to take everything I say as a personal attack on her. So, Xio talked to pauline after she woke up that night. She told me later on that that should be the end of it because it's fairly embarassing to get called out on something like this. Then, on Sunday after Xio left for work, I got locked out. Again. I had a text message chat with Xio on my way to the gym. It went something like this:

Me: Apparently it's till okay to lock me out of the room.
Xio: Omg are u serious?
Me: YES. She was in a towel and he was in shorts when she opened the door.
Xio: Damn.. Well I dunno what to say, that is such an awkward issue to address
Me: We could just be bitchy about it, but I think that will just make her worse. Or I could take off the door handle for the next few weeks.
Xio: I dunno, I was thinking that the next time I heard them in the middle of the night I'd make really loud moaning sexual noises and say this is how uncomfortable u guys make me feel, knock it off already. Something to that effect
Me: That would be awesome. I'll do it, too.
Xio: Ok so ya that's the plan.
Me: Sounds good. What about when we get locked out so they can bone? Should we bug them or ignore them?
Xio: I dunno I guess it depends on the situation, if u really need to go into the bedroom then ya keep buggin em

Fortunately, Pauline has apparently left on a trip to Washington with her boyfriend, so we shouldn't have to deal with her for awhile. That, and I move out in 1 1/2 weeks!! Maybe she won't get back until after I leave...
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I woke up at nearly 3 this morning to Pauline having sex. IN THE SAME DAMN ROOM. How rude can this girl get?

This situation is ridiculous. I'm going to talk to Xiomara about it and see if she'll help me with an "intervention."

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So, after finally getting into my room, I took a shower. I had to try to dry off and get dressed in the muggy bathroom because Miss Dumbass and her boyfriend were still in the bedroom. So, after dressing, I went to the closed bedroom door, opened it, and walked in. Persilla Queen of the Desert was half naked (getting dressed), and her boyfriend was fully dressed. I ignored them, but as I went to my dresser to put some clothes away, I heard her boyfriend say in a low voice (though plenty loud for me to hear, as I was standing five feet from him): "Something tells me that we'll be the jerks who just walk in." Uh, excuse me, jackass? You've been monopolizing MY bedroom for four hours now, and you're mad at me for walking into my unlocked bedroom. Fuck you, dirtwad.

Ugh I've really had enough of these two idiots.

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This is getting ridiculous. Persilla Queen of the Desert (aka Pauline) has decided that it is quite all right to lock me out of the room any time she chooses so that she can have sex. This has happened at least five times in the last week.

On Sunday, I got up somewhat early (8-9 am) and went into the living room so I wouldn't bother her or her boyfriend who were still asleep in the bedroom. They woke up soon after that and locked the door and started having sex while I was in the living room. I wasn't even dressed for the day yet. I had to go knock on the door to be allowed into my own room so I could get my clothes and leave. Well, I left the door open because I would be going in and out for a bit while getting prepared for the day. I walked in through the OPEN bedroom door and walked right in on her going down on him. Fortunately, the blanket was strategically placed so I didn't see much of him, but I got an eyeful of her fat ass. Seriously?? The door was OPEN, dipshit!

After coming home from the gym today, the bedroom door was wide open. Turns out, they were napping. Fine, whatever. But now, I'm locked out of my room AGAIN while they have sex AGAIN. Once or twice is fine. But nearly every day? Enough is enough. I get that this is a relatively new relationship, but still. Some basic courtesy would be appreciated: a) don't lock me out of the room that we share while I'm home, b) don't have sex on my furniture (which I know they've done at least 2 or 3 times), and c) don't have sex while I'm home!! My sex life has suffered because I follow all three of this guidelines. I hate that it has, but I value some semblance of peace in the apartment. I really want to start violating all of these "guidelines" all the time, just to show her how rude it is.

What would you do if you were in the same situation, flist?

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I went to bed slightly early last night because I planned to go to the zoo this morning (so I had to get up around 6 am to be there by 7:30 am). At some point, Xiomara came in (with her boyfriend) to go to sleep. I didn't hear a sound. Apparently around that time, my cat got let out of the room and shut out. So, around 3:30 am I was woken up be some determined scratching at the carpet in front of the bedroom door. I opened it to let the cat it, and left the door open so she could come and go as needed. I figured that, since the apartment was dark and it was nearly 4 am, everyone was already settled for the night so there would be no one thumping around to wake me up. Boy, was I wrong.

Around 4 am, I was woken up by the sound of gasping coming from the living room. pauline was having sex (I believe she was on my couch*, eww). I drifted off at some point, absolutely mortified that my couch was being defiled by pauline. They stopped not too long after that and came in the bedroom to go to bed. They came in, scuffing their feet and chatting. I woke up. Again. pauline fiddled with her phone (not on silent) and climbed in to her noisy bed with some guy  who I can only assume to be her boyfriend. Then they proceeded to carry on a "whispered" conversation about something or other. I got feed up because they were keeping me awake when I really needed to get some sleep, so I spoke up: "You guys really aren't as quiet as you think you are." That made them be quiet. For all of a minute and a half. By this point, Dan had been awake for quite some time, too (which is usually pretty hard to do, so you know they were making noise; it wasn't just me), and he made some moaning/groaning/annoyed/stfu noise. So I said something to the effect of: "either stop talking or leave the room." Her reply? Use earplugs. ?!? So I just said, "Fuck off, I have to get up early tomorrow." She finally got quiet and went to sleep. By this time it was nearly 5 am, and I was wide awake. I ended up dozing at some point, not really asleep, until my alarm went off at 6:10 am. I lost 2+ hours of sleep due to pauline's selfishness.

NEED TO MOVE OUT. Now, pls. kthx.

*When I got up this morning, the couch was in complete disarray. Yes, they were fucking on it. Ewww. Anyone have some couch disinfectant?
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Regarding the last post: Honestly, do you guys think I'm overreacting? Sometimes I feel like I am, but then when I don't react like this I feel like a pushover. I don't want to come across as bitchy, but I don't want to be a doormat either.

It seems like the only way to make peace in this house is to strike a compromise. We currently have three cars, but the leasing office will only give two spots (a reserved spot and a parking permit) to each apartment.  I've come up with an idea: this week I get the spot, Xiomara has the permit, Pauline is screwed, then we rotate next week and the week after. That way, everyone is equally inconvenienced. The only thing is, I am completely convinced that I deserve to have a guaranteed parking spot every day due to my enormous contributions to the apartment as a whole (versus their contributions to themselves). I have provided all of the furniture in the apartment except for their beds (which Nicole provided) and their dressers. The couch, dining room table, chairs, recliner, coffee table, rugs, TV stand, TVs, pots and pans, cooking utensils... all of that came from me. I was the one who got all the artwork and put it up to make the apartment feel more like a home than a dorm room. I am the one who's responsible for keeping track of all the bills and paying them on time. I seem to be the only one capable of cleaning the apartment on a regular basis. Pauline will sometimes run the dishwasher, but it seems like I'm the only one to ever put the clean dishes away. They aren't even capable of paying me the rent and utilities money when I request it (ex: I asked for it on Monday night, and I still haven't received it. I have to hand in a rent check on Monday!). Based on all of this (plus the fact that Pauline routinely steals my food), I believe that I am entitled to one thing. ONE thing, that's all I ask. That one thing happens to be the parking spot. That one thing is one thing that Pauline won't give me. So, what would you do if you were in my position (be honest!)? Do I actually deserve the spot? Should I propose the compromise that I came up with? If I don't, I'll have to worry about Pauline stealing my spot every single time I have to go somewhere, unless I can make her understand that I (in my mind) deserve that reserved parking spot. 
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Pauline is so god damn effing annoying. Fucking whore thinks she's entitled to whatever the hell she wants, whenever. I was gone for less than ten minutes to pick Dan up. I came back, and there was a car in MY parking spot. I reported it to the leasing office because WTF, not cool. After FINALLY finding a free parking spot, I came back home.... to have Pauline tell me she took the spot because I was gone. I calmly notified her that she might want to move it because it was about to be towed. She flipped out, and I explained what happend. Her reaction? "What the fuck, you could have CHECKED?" I WAS STUCK IN MY CAR AND COULDN'T TELL THAT ANYONE WAS HOME. I thought it was some random ass car. I had no idea it was "hers" (when did she get a new car, anyway?). She went on to tell my that it's not MY spot, since I'm not paying more for it. I told her fine, stop using ALL of my stuff RIGHT NOW. All the pots, pans, chairs, cooking and eating utensils, the TV, TiVo, everything. If I catch her using any of my crap, I swear to god I'll have her fucking car towed every time I see it. I cannot WAIT to get out of here.  

Edit: Right after all of this went down, Xiomara called a meeting. She's decided that she shouldn't have to pay the cable bill since she doesn't use it
. I pointed out that I use barely any electricity unless it's really dark, and asked if I no longer had to pay the electricity bill. My point was, it would just be more complicated than it's worth. She complained that I've kicked her off the TV because my shows were recording (my old school TiVo only allows one show on at a time, can't watch and record something else). I'd given her the option of cancelling the recording, or allowing it to continue and watch her show on my personal TV in the bedroom. She also complained about all the baths I take. Last week, I took a shower/bath with Dan because the roommates weren't home and I never get to. Xiomara came home in the middle of it and basically made us get out so she could shower, too. Yesterday, I took a long soak because I'd gotten my period and was cramping. Again, no one was home when I started. Xiomara came home at some point during, and essentially demanded that I get out because she had to pee. I told her I was bathing and that there was a restroom by the pool if she really couldn't wait. So, I've had two baths in the nine weeks she's been living here, and apparently that's a problem.

I left after all this went down because I'd told Dan I would take him to Costco. When I got home, Pauline and Xiomara were gone (thank god), but guess what? That chair that she moved away from her desk is back. She used my stuff while I was gone after I'd told her not to if she wanted the spot. So, spot's mine, end of discussion.

Edit the second: She just got back, and guess what? She's using the chair. Again. After saying she wouldn't use any of my stuff ever again. She's so stupid.
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I've realized that I hate it when Pauline opens her mouth for any reason. I've already told you all about her absolutely awful eating habits (chews with her mouth open, smacks her lips loudly after every bite...). Just hearing her talk to one of her friends is driving me insane. a) She's really loud. I don't know why she talks so loud when her friend is sitting three feet away from her. b) Her voice literally grates on my nerves. It hurts my head, especially when I already have a headache. c) She like, doesn't like, know how to talk, like, ya' know? I swear every other word out of her mouth is "like" or "umm" or "uh." I can understand if you occasionally have to pause to talk, but that often? In a language you speak fluently? Let your brain catch up with your mouth before you open it and risk sounding ridiculous. She wasn't even talking about anything complicated or technical, just basic human interactions. The absolute best though is when she talks about medicine or health or anything related to biology. She literally knows NOTHING about it, but is completely comvinced that she has some sort of encyclopedic knowledge about these things, and it drives me crazy. Hello, biology major?? Yeah, I know when you're stupid. Now is a prime example. 

Ugh, I need to move out. ANYWHERE BUT HERE.
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Wow. One of my roommates actually cleaned something. Pretty thoroughly, too. Jewel (my cat) caught her scrubbing the tub and couldn't for the life of her figure out what Xiomara was doing. It's was pretty darn cute. 

Apparently vacuuming, cleaning all the floors, and writing it all down on the calendar finally motivated Xi to work on her end of the bargain. When she finished in the bathroom, she also wrote it on the calendar, then asked when Pauline was going to do her part. Awesome! Someone else is finally taking responsibility for this place! Let's just hope this lasts, and that Pauline does her fair share, too!

Now if only I can get them to re-fill the Brita after they use it...
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Jewel is miffed because she wants to go to bed, but Dan is taking up ~70% of the bed with his body and pillows, and I’m taking up much of the remaining ~30%. She jumped up and stared at me until I moved my legs a bit, then she sort of settled down. When I looked around my laptop at her several minutes later, I saw the she wasn’t laying down as I had thought; her rump was perched on my leg and her little paws were on the bed, holding herself in a semi-sitting position. Poor girl didn’t look too comfortable. I moved my legs to the side a bit more and she immediately took advantage of the extra space to get more comfortable.

Pauline keeps trying to call someone on Skype. It’s rather annoying because the program beeps every two seconds during the call connection phase, and it interrupts my concentration, which makes writing this already aggravating lab report even worse. I’m stuck on my bed (Jewel will steal my spot if I move for even a millisecond), so I can’t close the door. I can’t yell because Dan’s asleep next to me.
I've been working on this gorram report since about 10am Tuesday. I'm still only halfway done with it. This will be a fun night...

ETA: It's 4am and I
 still have to write the results, discussion, and abstract. FML, I'm going to be dead on my feet tomorrow.

Edit the second: It's 7am.
I think I'm finally actually factually done. Whoo! Class in 2 hours...
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I bought a big tub of chocolate chip cookie dough today to a) make cookies for my awesome neighbor (because I'm too poor and busy to actually make homemade cookies), and b) eat cookie dough, of course! Before sticking the tub in the freezer, I plastered on a heart-shaped post-it note stating: "DO NOT EAT MY FOOD (it's poisoned and only I have the antidote) Cheers, Catie." Let's wait and see what happens... 

Maybe now she'll finally realize that
 know she's been stealing my food and stop. 

In other news, my physiology lab report is still not writing itself. It's due tomorrow. 
Title page
Materials and Methods
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I am currently sitting on the couch in the living room. Roommate Pauline is sitting at her laptop in the diningroom eating something. I can hear her smacking her lips and crunching away from all the way over there. It’s rather disgusting. WHY CAN’T YOU CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH CLOSED, WOMAN???

She’s now eating a green tea mochi on a fork. And she’s still smacking her lips everytime she takes the tiniest bite. I don’t get it.

An hour later: She smacks her lips repeatedly after drinking something, too!!! It’s like she was never taught how to eat properly. GAH.

Damnit, Pauline’s been stealing my food again. I bought Albertson’s cookies for the first time in ages because they were on sale. I haven’t had any of them, and the bag is mysteriously half-empty. New roomie Xiomara denies taking any; she says she would ask first. Dan says he doesn’t like them enough to ruin his appetite. That leaves Jewel or Pauline. Jewel is a cat, so she doesn’t have thumbs to open the bag and close it back up without shredding it. Why oh why is Pauline convinced it’s okay to eat my food without asking me first?

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About two hours ago Pauline texted me, saying "hey can i please borrow your car today to go to work?" I stared at the message for a minute in complete WTF disbelief. This is Pauline, the roommate who never ever talks to me, who takes my stuff without asking, WHO TOTALLED HER CAR AFTER HAVING IT FOR THREE MONTHS, BY HERSELF. Yes, she managed to total her own car because she got a text message. No one else was involved in the accident at all. And she wants to borrow my car. HA, not on your life. My car > your job. It took me a few minutes to figure out exactly what to say, but I ended up sending "my insurance only covers me, so I can't let others drive my car, just in case something happens. I would give you a ride, but I'm not really home until this evening, sorry :(" Now I know she's thinking, "But... but... you let Dan drive your car! and Nicole!" a) Dan is my boyfriend, I have a good relationship with him, and I trust him to be careful with my car, b) I've known Nicole longer, we actually talk, and she only drove it like 2 miles each way. Oh, and she's NEVER TOTALLED A CAR. Pauline and I hardly ever say a word to each other. And she wanted to borrow my car. And now I'm home for my lunch break, and so is Pauline must be thinking, "But you said you weren't going to be home until tonight!" Uh yeah I have one hour between classes to come home, eat lunch, and get back to campus for my next class, and I won't be back again until after 6pm. That leaves no time to drive, what, 20 minutes each way to drop you off at work? Do everyone a favor and figure out the bus schedule. 
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I don't think Pauline realizes how temperature works. Apparently she decided that it's hot in here (it's ~78oF inside), so she opened a bunch of windows. It's 92oF outside. She thinks that leaving the windows open across the house will attract a cross-breeze (there's barely any wind outside) and help cool the apparment. I DON'T GET IT. The apartment's just going to end up getting hotter because of it.

Edit: Temperature in the apartment jumped to 82oF. Smooth move, Pauline. 
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WTF bitch? I'm pretty sure Pauline just took some of the ice cream pie that Dan made me. TOOK IT AND DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING ASK. Stupid bitch. I don't take any food of hers, and especially not food that her non-boyfriend made for her to make her feel better about having a horrendously uncomfortable and humiliating examination. The reason I believe this is I just went over to the table where she's sitting to grab my Ibuprofen, and I saw pie crust, ice cream and frozen strawberry on her plate. It looked amazingly like the pie that Dan made for me. I really want to confront her about it because WTF, but everytime something like this happens my heart races and I get too nervous/afraid/anxious to talk to the person about it. 

: I asked her if it was the pie that was in the freezer. It was. She said she thought it was Nicoles. Uh, a) Nicole can't have wheat (in the pie crust), b) since when does she eat strawberries and c) she hasn't even been here much in the past two and a half weeks, why would she have a half-eaten pie here (and why would Pauline eat it without asking her?). It's not that hard to ASK. Stupid bitch. Now my heart is racing. This is why we don't get along.


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