Drunk Indians need to be shot and dragged behind a car....BLAHAHAH
only a few weeks ago I had my best weekend ever..now I just went through my worst.
It's clear now that the weekend is only as good as the people I'm with. This last weekend I went to Buffalo to support my school in this annual Indian cultural dance and singing competition. It is a HUGE event and we go every year. This year was my first time going and I was excited because I heard that it was always a whole lot of fun. This year was also going to be great for me b/c I was going to see my cousin who i haven't seen in a long time. She goes to school there. Anyway...let me cut to the point. We got kicked out the motel because the idiots we came with were too freakin loud and drunk and had too many noise complaints against them. The cops came...we had to evacuate..I was driving the car...my stuff ended up God knows where and I had to sit there and be calm while all the girls started breaking down and crying. Strange that it was the girls with boyfriends that ended up crying the loudest...damn I wanted to slap them and tell them to shut up...grrrr
I would have slept at my cuz's place but I thought it was better we stayed together...luckily..while 50 people crammed into four rooms at Red Roof Inn...my friend's brother got a room at the Marriot across the street and a couple of us crashed there. Heaven...after a long night of hell.
Anyway..we came back and separated everyone's stuff....guess what. I LOST MY SNEAKERS. My lovely pumas with the blue stripe...my favorite shoes..GONE. So is my bag with my toothbrush, perfume (expensive), mousse, hairbrush, and other crap I tend to use..EVERYDAY. They are still looking and the club that was in charge of the trip promised me new shoes if they don't find my old ones but...i'm so angry. I didn't even sleep in that damn motel! I was at my cousin's place friday night and saturday morning. I brought my stuff over to the motel so I can get ready with my friends and I was there for no more than two or three hours! I got effed up now and I'm so pissed. Everyone else has their stuff back..except for me and another girl who lost boots. ARGH
And the worst part hasn't even been mentioned yet. Let's just say you don't realize who people really are till situations like this happen. I had friends who I used to consider amazing get seriously shady and self-absorbed....it was an eye-opener. I'm glad I'm leaving in two semesters. The only people who I actually respected and I felt had any concern for me was my cousin and this girl who has been my friend since fifth grade! She is one of my closest friends and to see her screwed over as well by people she thought cared for her was horrible. Whatever...I at least got to know some girls I otherwise never talked to. They were amazing and I love them so much now for being there.
I'm so tired of drama..so freaking tired...I hate Indians with a vengeance. That's why I purposely chose to not live with any...ha! ok..i'm done..I just want to cry over my shoes.
It's clear now that the weekend is only as good as the people I'm with. This last weekend I went to Buffalo to support my school in this annual Indian cultural dance and singing competition. It is a HUGE event and we go every year. This year was my first time going and I was excited because I heard that it was always a whole lot of fun. This year was also going to be great for me b/c I was going to see my cousin who i haven't seen in a long time. She goes to school there. Anyway...let me cut to the point. We got kicked out the motel because the idiots we came with were too freakin loud and drunk and had too many noise complaints against them. The cops came...we had to evacuate..I was driving the car...my stuff ended up God knows where and I had to sit there and be calm while all the girls started breaking down and crying. Strange that it was the girls with boyfriends that ended up crying the loudest...damn I wanted to slap them and tell them to shut up...grrrr
I would have slept at my cuz's place but I thought it was better we stayed together...luckily..while 50 people crammed into four rooms at Red Roof Inn...my friend's brother got a room at the Marriot across the street and a couple of us crashed there. Heaven...after a long night of hell.
Anyway..we came back and separated everyone's stuff....guess what. I LOST MY SNEAKERS. My lovely pumas with the blue stripe...my favorite shoes..GONE. So is my bag with my toothbrush, perfume (expensive), mousse, hairbrush, and other crap I tend to use..EVERYDAY. They are still looking and the club that was in charge of the trip promised me new shoes if they don't find my old ones but...i'm so angry. I didn't even sleep in that damn motel! I was at my cousin's place friday night and saturday morning. I brought my stuff over to the motel so I can get ready with my friends and I was there for no more than two or three hours! I got effed up now and I'm so pissed. Everyone else has their stuff back..except for me and another girl who lost boots. ARGH
And the worst part hasn't even been mentioned yet. Let's just say you don't realize who people really are till situations like this happen. I had friends who I used to consider amazing get seriously shady and self-absorbed....it was an eye-opener. I'm glad I'm leaving in two semesters. The only people who I actually respected and I felt had any concern for me was my cousin and this girl who has been my friend since fifth grade! She is one of my closest friends and to see her screwed over as well by people she thought cared for her was horrible. Whatever...I at least got to know some girls I otherwise never talked to. They were amazing and I love them so much now for being there.
I'm so tired of drama..so freaking tired...I hate Indians with a vengeance. That's why I purposely chose to not live with any...ha! ok..i'm done..I just want to cry over my shoes.