How I paid my Nemesis a visit on Christmas Vacation

I haven't slept more than an hour without waking up or tossing and turning since I've been back. My bed rocks and our gas bill was $400 so my room isn't sweltering like it was before I left because I think my inconsiderate roommates may have learned their lesson. (Oh yes, we have gas wars. They turn it up and I turn it down and that's how it will go allllllllllllll winter.) Thank God this is it. Every month now in the house will be my last.

I'm a good sleeper usually. I don't know what the problem is. I have been having the scariest most amazing dreams since my second night on vacation. (My friend Roman attributes this to the late night eating and my serious change in routine for vacation time.) I slept amazing in Jersey though. Hard to wake up scared when you're wrapped up tight in the arms of the person you love.

Something amazing happened last night though. I have been dreaming of my nemesis, (we'll call her ugly for the sake of this post) for the past eight years. Yeah, I know, get over it blah blah blah. I've been to therapy for it, I prayed to God to please take my hatred away, I've done all I can. I still dream about her about once a week. I think we have unfinished business. Business we will never finish.

My other nemesis who I swore all my life I would forgive if she wanted me to, but not Ugly. No No No. This other nemesis, (we'll call her pathetic) well, she hurt me real real bad. She only turns up in my dreams occasionally, to this day still lives around the corner from my mom's house, and has this horrible back injury that has prevented her from working, driving a car, making an income, etc. for the past two years! She smokes pot, smokes cigarettes, lives in the biggest pig sty of a room I have ever seen, and lays in her pajamas all day watching E!.

How do I know this? I know about the back stuff from the grapevine and her father who is still awesome and hugs me every time he sees me. How do I know the other stuff? Because I went to see her during vacation.

How I paid my Nemesis a visit on Christmas Vacation
By Jessica

Paola and I were drinking margaritas and having lunch in the restaurant we used to work in. Paola also was a friend of Pathetic's. They just lost touch. No hard feelings. While sipping my third margarita (remember, I used to work there so naturally the bartenders know me and make them extra strong) Paola carefully mentions that she had spoken to Pathetic through Myspace.com. (She did this carefully knowing how I feel about Pathetic.)

Supposively everyone of the old crew has a myspace page but me. (Myspace can kiss my butt) and in Pathetic's life of nothingness decided to look everyone up. Paola and Pathetic were polite but there seemed to be no talk of hanging out or getting together.

After speaking to our good friend Mark (an old friend and waiter at the restaurant), also a victim of Pathetic, we decided it was about time we paid Pathetic a visit. This was nerve wracking and a tough decision to make. Mark could not do it until the next day and it was now or never for me so Paola and I went. No, we didn't call first. We did not want to give her the opportunity to 'fix' herself in any way.

So we went.

Tune in tomorrow for Part 2.