Street Smarts...

I like to thank the academy for giving me the opportunity to be participate in this craft of acting...

(that is a picture of the cheapest thing at the Hilton, 4 dollar cheesecake. As you can see, I took a bite and was disturbed by a) how good it tasted b) how pretty it was)As I mentioned yesterday, the 5 days I was gone was the longest I have ever had to pretend that I liked someone that I really don't. The whole situation would have been better if I felt that in some way I was wrong. But the fact is that I did not do anything, and yet I got yelled out, and then made to feel like it was my fault.

So for the next couple of days, I basically smiled in her face and talk behind her back on the phone with my mom. We stayed at the Hilton Hotel, it wasn't great. I mean it was an amazing hotel if you have like a million dollars to spend. The internet cost 7.50 for 15 minutes and then .50 cents after that. Wireless was 9.50 a day. To use the gym it was 7 dollars, food was even worse. 4.45 for bottled water, 5.50 for half a grape fruit, and going downstairs to eat meant that we would have to spend 16 on chicken and 20 dollars if we wanted something else.

As soon as we got there, I asked the doorman where the nearest mall was, so happened that it was right across the street. Not even a block away from us. Then I asked this homeless gentlemen(he offered to help) where the library was. He said it was only 5 blocks down, and then asked me for money. I said I didn't have any on me, but that I was very grateful that he pointed me in the right direction. So we walked to the library where I explained the situation of our stay and that we both had to register for classes. The lady, who was mean, gave us a temporary.

I was very surprised by how quickly I thought of all of this. I managed to find food, internet solving all of our problems. Katherine seemed all right with this, though she would later claim that WE had the smarts to think all of this out. Later that night though she complained to Crazy Ex husband that she possibly could not survive without money, and that he should wire some to her to Western Union. Because he is gullible he said he would early in the morning. So the next day we spent the whole morning running around this city we have never been in. Amazingly once again, I navigated us pretty well. I wasn't afraid of marching down the street as if I had owned it. I feel safe in bigger cities, I wanted to stay and look around, but Katherine was disgusted with city life. Commenting on every homeless person we walked by, and then hiding in a Starbucks saying that she wouldn't leave it until he wired the money.

I was pretty disgusted with her. She was snotty, rude to everyone, bitchy, and a pain in my ass. When she got the money of course, we never went back to the mall, we stayed in the Hotel for the rest of our stay, because she didn't want to go out in public to face "those people". Though I acted as if nothing was wrong, I made every attempt to get away from her. She wanted coffee I went and got it, and then stayed at the pool for 45minutes, coming back to the room saying that the line was long.

When the conference actually started on Friday I couldn't be around her. She talked so much about how hard her life is, and that she wants to be a doctor for the better good of mankind. She smoothed talk so many people, that they gave her the nickname GUNNER, which of course she relished in. One night, she was pulled in an elevator by some med student. She said nothing happened they just talked, but this was not the last man she would have encounters with where she would say "nothing happened". Sometimes I wonder if she is a mother, she use to say "I don't party or drink" but the whole week down there she went to six parties and stayed out until 5:30 am. The last night she stayed in a hotel room with some doctor "talking". I was ditched during most of these excursions. When she mentioned there was a party it was always "you wouldn't want to go, that's why I didn't ask you"

I had a perfectly good time by myself, I have come to grips with being alone. Most of the people who worked at the Hilton were immigrants, and it's so weird that a profession bent on helping people, totally disregard those who are cleaners or door holders, as second class citizens. I couldn't help think that anyone of these hard working people could be my grandmother or aunt or father. It was appalling that people are treated like that, so I made effort to ask how they were doing, compliment them on something, now that I totally respect there hard work, and that no one should be treated like shit.

I hung out by the pool and the jogging track, I met some people along the way, but then Katherine would begin talking about how she has a 4.0 and yadda yadda yadda and I would make an exit from them all. That's the first thing she says when she meets someone. "I have a 4.0, of course she doesn't explain that she doesn't even have credits to be considered a sophomore, and that she hasn't taken a hard class yet. She's taken the easy classes that require her memorizing(which she says she does) instead of comprehending.

I wish I could explain more, but I don't want to waste anymore entry time talking about her. We drove back from the conference late because she had returned late from the doctors room. I slept most of the way, pretending like I had a cold and that I was getting sick. We made plans to do things, but I just am not going to answer her calls. Though I paid 40 dollars for gas, 20 dollars on pizza, 64 dollars on valet all which she says she will pay back. At this point, I just want to be done with her and her drama, that I don't even care about getting the money back.

I have to separate myself, I have just not communicate with her, I have to stop feeling bad about ditching out on the kids, who I hope have learned something from me, I am going to write S.African boy and tell him that I can no longer be in Amnesty International also , but to keep me informed about any events taking place, and that I will also keep him inform(really just a ploy to keep in contact with him) of new things I find out about.

I don't know why I attract all these bad people in my life, but ditching them is becoming easier and easier along the way. I feel a little liberated. It's empowering.

I of course have to wait until I get my money to ditch her, I just looked at my bank account. YIKES. No wonder Paris Hilton is living the large life, her family is ripping off the rest of us. I know that will look funny, that I quit talking to her after she gave me my money, but at this point I just don't care.

So I have to go swimming with her tomorrow, and then I am through.