I'm doing an early blog post this evening. We have a paper to write for Wells for tomorrow, and in a rare burst of pure motivation I'm going to crank it out before the evening gets too old.
Had yoga again this afternoon - the teacher is a lady named Jessica, and she is one of the sweetest souls I have ever met. She remembered me from when I did yoga with her last year, and when I saw her at Fairyland on Christmas Eve she recognized me and came over to give me a giant hug. She's just the nicest lady, so much fun to have teaching us.
I'm nibbling on the most delicious peanut butter cookies that my grandfather's housekeeper made us today. They're perfect, all soft and chewy and tender, and they're only 87 calories apiece. Score.
So I'm a pretty chill person, right? At least most of the time. But there is one person that has always had the ability to absolutely infuriate me. (actually...there are more than one, but I'll focus on this person for now) The lovely Miss Shelby DeWeese.
Shelby and I have a bit of a "history," we'll call it. We were best friends (totally inseparable - like I went and stayed with her family in Kentucky for a week) during sixth and seventh grade. Around eighth grade, Shelby started hanging out with Lucy and Blair more and shoving me off. But at the end of eighth grade when I got into Chamber Singers and she didn't, she decided our friendship was no more.
Actually, I'm not really sure when exactly she started deciding that she hated me. It wasn't overnight, it was kind of one of those eventual drifting apart things. But it wasn't just that we weren't friends anymore - she hated me, like straight up hate. Told me to my face once or twice. She told me I was too boring and cowardly and predictable and arrogant (how do those even go together?), and she didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. Ouch.
Anyways, long story short, up until about mid-junior year she waged a constant war against me, attacking or bringing me down every chance she could get. She kind of has a sarcastic personality to begin with, so it didn't look like she was being vicious, but she knew me well enough that she could take me down in one hit. When she started spending more time with Emily Dilbeck and Laura Laughlin (she thought they were cool), we hit a sort of truce. I've been close with Emily and Laura since sixth grade. Wasn't one of those things she could convince them out of.
During the fall play though, Shelby was actually nice to me. It was like we were young and besties all over again - we said hello in the hallways, hung out amiably at school and practice, joked and had a great time. Needless to say, I was kind of suspicious. Why on earth would she be so nice to me?
So it was kind of a relief when we came back from Christmas break and we resumed our no-talking thing. Well, she decided we weren't talking any longer.
Shelby just...drives me crazy. She hates me because we've always done the same things, been in the same classes, and for a lot of the time I've been half a step ahead of her. You should have heard how she taunted me when she beat me for a lead in The Miracle Worker last fall. But I wouldn't be so bothered by this cold shoulder if it weren't for the fact that no one else sees it.
I told Claire about it one time, and she was totally shocked. She said she could see it, but it wasn't something she would have expected or noticed. Teddie found out about it the other day and had a similar reaction.
Shelbs doesn't really hang out with seniors anymore - she's always with Emily Werner and Mary Margaret - so I haven't seen as much of her this year, but occasionally our paths do cross. Not that she acknowledges it or anything, though.
All riiiiight, got that out of my system. I'm usually pretty okay with our lack-of-relationship, but today she was just getting under my skin for some reason. Phew.
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Song to look up: Still Love, by Holly Brook. Yes, that's totally her name.
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