I haven't written for a while and I suddenly feel like putting something down. Nora, the "friend" that I brought to our school has turned out to be a complete bitch. I thought I knew her well enough, but have fouund out so many things since than that would certainly have stopped me from having even considered it. Largest amongst all of them is that she's pretty lazy and very inconsiderate. We had problems from the very beginning in the house. She has this just weird habit of smoking in the bathroom. After her lieing so many times and saying she wouldn't do it and then going and doing it anyway, I no longer even think she's worth one second of my time. I tried talking to her so many times, and discovered not quickly enough that her way of dealing with things is to just ignore them and refuse to talk. It doesn't matter to her that Clinton and I both don't like it or that we're asthmatic or that there are 3 other places we said she could smoke that wouldn't bother us. That's just the tip of the iceberg though. She is a good teacher, but does the absolute bare minimum and then appears to have no creativity. That's not that bad though. I could deal with things, if it were just that. She's just clueless in so many ways. It's not even worth the time to say all of them. Course, the one i feel i must mention is that she's not even aware that the reason I haven't said (literally) more than 5 words to her in around a week and a half is that I think she's just a dispicable person with no morels (she thinks that telling lies is ok and that everyone often does it) and even less idea of other peoples feelings. And by the way, when we were friends, I told her more than once that if i just stop talking, that's your clue that I really am furious. Frankly speaking, I wish I just hadn't brought her to the school at all and wish she would get the hell out. Oh, and it's not just me who has had problems with her.

She's on my mind so often, it just pisses me off. I wish I could just stop these thoughts of "bitch" and "get out" out of my head. I'm hoping and praying that Choi and Agnes get her out of our apartment by next saturday. Than at least I don't have to worry about even knowing that her "things" are in the house and more. Plus we'll be able to open things up finally to, and not have to keep our doors closed for fear of the smell.

Wanna hear something funny? She walked out of the bathroom last night and didn't even realize that her thong was hanging out of her pants somewhere around 4 inches. She was walking around the apartment and it was all I could do not to roll on the ground laughing. She had even tucked in into her sweatshirt!!!!!!!!!!!!