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I got really pissy with Vince last night. I've been asking and asking him to come and see me, but he keeps responding "I would get in a lot of trouble for that." Such fucking bullshit. I don't suppose it's wroth trying anymore. Screw it. It seems very much like he himself doesn't want to visit me, which is just fine. Not like I can make him, because I have tried. Tried joking about it to make it funny, tried being serious and convincing, and last night I just got mad. Not worth the worry if nothing will come of it.
Jenn's attention ego has swelled incredibly since she's been sick. Sick since Monday. On Wednesday, me and Serita went to the RA because she had a really bad stomach ache, and he called a girl over, who called the RU EMS just to ask a question, but they ended up sending an ambulance with cops and all sorts of stupid shit. They all praised me for notifying them, but Jenn never said thank you. But the RA that I contact about Jenn, Alex from the second floor, was standing in my room when he noticed that I had Mario Kart in my N64. He said he was great at that game, and we were talking, and we said we could possibly play over the weekend and he thinks he'll kick my ass (haha). Anyway. I made Jenn soup yesterday afternoon, but she didn't finish it... Barley touched it, actually. I think it's still sitting on her desk, too. But I made a friend in the kitchen, whose name was Monique, and I got to talk about the ambulance since it was my roommate. This morning, Jenn had a doctor's appointment, and she was so tired, and I offered to walk her down there. No, she didn't want to do that. She asked me to wheel her down there in the wheel chair that she got from the doctor's yesterday. And I did. Up hills, no less. I stayed with her until they called her name. Then I left, saying that when she was ready to leave to call me. I got the call about 20 minutes later, and I walked all the way back up there and wheeled her back. Actually, we stopped by the bookstore, which I wheeled her around in, and she got some throat things and some water. Even though we had the same water at the room she got more there because they were bigger bottles... and she made me put one back because she wanted one that wasn't dented, and when I took it from her I instinctively put my thumb beside the dent and pushed and the dent instantly went away. I got her another one, anyway. Then, when we came back, she thought it would be a good idea to do her laundry. She asked me to help, and I did. She went to Wal-Mart with Mike from across the hall, and during that time I went back downstairs and put Jenn's clothes in the dryer. Never once was there a "thank you".