Screw you
T is much more reliable even though he is a little slow.
N is clever but he is unreliable. Like seriously unreliable.
I know. I expected.
I chose the wrong path when it comes to Japanese.
It is strange how Japanese affects my personal life.
It is because, kinda, of B.K. that I took up japanese.
It is because, kinda, of C.C.C that I wanted to go to him for help before class started because he knows Japanese.
And now, it is because of N that I am in the same class with him, even though I got no clue why.
He isnt considerate, you know. I dont even know why I am friends with him. I dont even know why I care. I had to buy his workbook for him or he would not do his homework even though it is 15% of our total grade. He would rather get a B, than call our mutual friend to buy the workbook. Yup, this is how much he cares for his studies. He could afford to give up those marks just so he doesnt need to call our mutual friend who couldnt take the same class with us. Somehow, N isnt actually fond of J for no freaking reason other than I was closer to J in japanese class.
I have to scream out here because since J cant study with me anymore, I am depending on N to help me out. But he could come over at around 1-4pm to "study" with me. I dont really care anymore. Forget it. He could have come earlier, but he doesnt want. He would rather come as late as possible. And then, sometimes, he would call and say, "Opps, too tired. Guess I'll see you tomorrow. Sorry!"
I am not surprised if he doesnt come over to study later. Seriously, I am giving up on him.
His priorities are screwed and it can go to flames for all I care.
I dont think he will ever learn how to organize his life. He is so screwed. He is a little older than me, yet, he doesnt know what he wants. It amazes me when I meet these kind of people. And he is just starting college again. Guess he dropped out of college with bad grades, figured the working world is tough, and is back to studying again. Knowing him, it will be SIX years more before he gets a degree, and by then, he will be super screwed. He will be the old bachelor left on the shelf.
I will get a good laugh then, when I am married to a freaking rich husband who cares about me.
And then, I can say, "Good ridiculance! You're so screwed!"
I will throw my head back and point a finger at him and go "Ha!"
Dont mess with me.
