Title: you're my best friend ;
bf admin - September 29, 2007 02:28 AM (GMT)
"FUCK THAT. WE'RE NOT GOING."How do you pass up the opportunity of a lifetime? Is it with casual dismissal, or heartfelt remorse? Do you watch your dream slip past with other-worldly detachment? Or are you an emotional wreck?
This opportunity means you have to leave your friends and family behind, at least for a while. You're going to be far, far away from them. Sure, you can make some phone calls, drop a few e-mails, but you won't be able to see them for a long time. That's a hard choice for some people. For others, they can't wait to shed the skin of their old life to make a new one in a new place. After all, what's more alluring than a fresh start?"I'LL MISS YOU. I'LL CALL EVERY WEEK, I PROMISE."You got the letter, the phone call from the producers. Everything is set. It's an all inclusive vacation of sorts, even if you are going to be doing some homework now and again. But the people will more than make up for it. And you'll be in England! Sure, not directly in London, but the nightlife in the UK has to be better than it is at home, right?
Students from around the globe have been exclusively selected to participate in a cultural experiment. That's the sophisticated name for "Reality TV." Which is cool. Look what it did for Lauren "Beef Curtains" Conrad! You're gonna be a star in no time, what with your brains and good looks. Shacked up in a castle cum institute of learning, there's no telling what fun or trouble you could get into. "JUST DON'T TELL MY BOYFRIEND, OKAY?"You didn't think he'd ever find out. But that's because you've gotten so used to having a camera halfway up your ass every day. As strange as it was the first few days, you hardly even notice them anymore. Which is good and bad. The quality of the show totally improves when you aren't looking into a camera lens every five seconds, but you'll get busted down the road for all the shit you did when you forgot they were there.
You're supposed to be at a high level university, studying fine arts. Instead, you're getting into more drama than you ever would have thought possible. You can't focus on your homework because that hottie from Sweden keeps making eyes at you over the reference desk in the library. And as much as you'd like to stay out of it, the bitching and secrets are too good to pass up on. You know you can't flunk out (you were chosen especially for your grades at your former school), but it sometimes crosses your mind that this all might be a waste of time.
But your name is in the credits, baby."HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT? I LOVE YOU, MAN."You confided in them. You spilled secrets you'd never told anyone else, gossiped about your room mates and even had a drunken hook-up you never talked about again. And then they totally went and told all your shit to someone else. How could they? You think you're making friends, and then all of a sudden, you're an outcast, left scratching your head, or holding the bag.
Didn't this petty shit stop once you graduated high school? Then why are these girls constantly stabbing you in the back, or trying to steal your boyfriend? And how come that mother fucker you were playing touch with last week telling the girls at the bar that you've got crabs?
You can't trust anyone, especially when you think they're your BEST FRIEND.