Friends, Lovers, or Nothing....(And Guess Who Just Chose "Enemies"???)

At least it's over now. I finally talked to the piano player today. It was public. And humiliating. And depressing. And a total buzz-killer. But it's over.

The highlights of our conversation are pretty much him saying that I'm a greedy attention hog, and he cannot POSSIBLY give attention to me, what with the hordes of people that all worship him because he is so popular and fantabulous. Of course. With all of them, he should definitely make them the priority over an ex-friend who (in my opinion, naturally) has been robbed of a great friendship, snubbed, and battered.

I don't think I have ever demanded an unreasonable amount of attention from him. He's probably just mixing up the amount of effort I put in (tons) with the amount of reward I actually got out of it (zilch).

He blamed me for our non-existent rehearsals. It's apparently MY fault that he can't find a ride, he has to work on the weekends (EVERY DAMN WEEKEND), and I never even try to find a time that works. He conveniently forgot the three consecutive weekends when I asked him if he had an hour or two to spare for me.

Bastard.

I have a few choice words for him that I intend to drop tomorrow. During our concert. In front of a huge crowd of people. Including his peers. I think he is in dire need of a little humiliation in order to deflate his massive ego, which hardly fits through the door.

All I was trying to do was be friends. Correct? Oui. I figured that since we were stuck with each other ALL FREAKING YEAR, it might be nice if we didn't totally hate each other. But whatever, right? He knows best, after all. (Excuse me while I bandage up my sarcasm hand, which just crashed uncomfortably into the ceiling.)

I love you guys. You're so much classier, awesomesaucier, funnier, sweeter, kinder, and better than BGF.

XOXO
Cheese

P.S. On an equally (yeah, right) depressing note, SHE AIN'T SWEARIN'. The girl I sit next to in la classe de francais has been as G-rated as a Disney movie! Our Cuss Count is still awfully low, and I'm not predicting a dramatic rise anytime soon. Plus, she says I have pretty hair, and I have greater difficulty mocking people who compliment me.