Guys, what a whack thanksgiving i had!
Well my good friend and I were invited to the house of a Quebecoise friend of ours. It was great, but i had something troubling on my mind. Something that I had within me for ages, well before I came here to Toronto. I have feelings for that good friend of mind. But unfortunately things didn't go well as planned.
Firstly, the 3 of us went shopping on the Saturday, I only bought boardshorts for the pool, as well as spliting the cost of two handsoap bottles. The two girls had also bought little chocolate boxes. It was only when we got back that my friend told me that it was the father's birthday. I was like "****! it's his birthday and i didn't get him anything

" Anyway i felt kind of ****ty from that. I didn't show up at the present giving, but I wished him well for his birthday and apologised for not knowing.
Anyway, well before I went down, I saw my friend on the stairs and she saw me a bit saddened by the whole thing, and she stopped me from going down by grabbing me by the hand, asking me what was wrong. I just said that I had multiple problems. I told her about the whole not-having-a-present thing, then she asked me about the other problems. I said that I can't say it, that I'm not allowed to (well "il est interdit" were my exact words,
traduisez ca comme vous voulez). She said "Do you miss your parents?". Taking her cue, I said "I miss you. I like you" I didn't even say that I, in actual fact, love her.

Even tho her response was, "Thanks but no thanks, I have a boyfriend", who she described him to be was the worst part. From what she said in front of everyone at the dinner table, he's apparently a Swiss lawyer who works in Spain, speaks 5 languages and likes to ski. I felt like "How can I compete with a lawyer". For the rest of the week-end the whole time was so ****. I was crying like all f*ck in my room, not wailing tho, so it's not like she heard even tho she was in the room next to me. I even tried slitting my wristveins with my fingernails that night. Now that's ****ed up. I didn't even use those damn boardshorts, not wanting to look at her hotness in a goddamn bikini. Anyway, the only thing we said to eachother for the rest of the time was asking how you slept last night in the morning. How f*cking ironic.
On the way back to campus i just had my head against the car window frame not even bothering to look at her. Man that felt so ****ty. When we arrived back at the campus we both went to open the boot. As it lifted it got me right in the balls

Damn, just what I ******* needed

Anyway things got put into perspective; I sat down with this mate of mine, who in another twist of irony, is also from Switzerland (it's not the same guy btw).

I told him the whole situation and he explained not to worry about her, she seems less mature than me despite her being physically older. That whole lawyer thing seems so f*cked up and implausible that she must be lying. Heck I even asked her before we left if she was single.

But I don't think it would be a good idea to delve into any further info on that douche. Anyway, she just came and asked for the laundry detergent that we had split the difference over (Alt+Tab is a godsend). Like a dickface I just gave it to her and she's gone back to her room as ransom, rather than to where the laundry actually is. Damn i shud have just told her to spierdalaj and not give it to her

In fact, f*ck it, I'm the mature one, by giving that detergent to her, rather than being a pretentious bitch.

btw Sidney Polak's "Otwieram Wino" and Madison Avenue's "Who the Hell Are You?" speaks volumes of truth.
Advice guys? Where shud I go from here? I've been told to go a bit cold turkey, but that won't be easy, we have 3/4 classes together

And given the fact I've just seen her outside my door...