For newcomers to the Iceburg forums, the “Everybody Loves Canti” (Abbreviated as ELC) has literally been in every forum that we've ever created, and more or less gives me and everyone else on the forums to deal with relationship-related problems. Its been a popular topic in every forum.

For those who are returning Iceburgs, you should frickin know what this is. xD

Anyway, in order to get the ball rolling, let me describe what has been going on to me (which relates to social relationships more than anything) within the last 3 weeks.

(you can skip this part if you want)

Spring break.

Madelyn (a main topic of ELC v1) drives me back to my home on Sunday, a full two days after spring break officially started for me. I helped film a rather emberassing video for her sister in which I was a “Kandy Kane Killer” in which I killed a librarian (in a VERY tiny skirt) with a cane while dressed in a bathrobe and a towel. My favorite film teacher will see it. >.<

For the first 3 days my parents had over some old Texan friends who drank heavily. I didnt get to speak to my father or sleep very well for those days (completely unrelated, it was the cat and sheets that bothered me). The only highlight was a mexican dinner on the final night (I didnt eat very well either). On the 4th day they flew out and I got to talk to my dad heavily. For the next 3 days I was ready to leave because my parents wouldnt shut up about their concerns about my major (religion), and a variety of guilt topics.

Next Week.

I begin to have slight feelings of depression, guilt, and fear. I feel that people, my friends, have been avoiding me for some arbritary reason.

I wake up in a pool of sweat to a very loud roomate at 5am. Continued feelings of depression and anger. I reach a near suicidal state around noon and late afternoon (although it was more “I wish that car would hit me”  but never actually putting myself in danger.). It scared me. I made a resolution to make an appointment with the psychologists at school. I go to dinner and see friends. after abotu 20 minutes, I go to the bathroom to find them packing up to leave. I go to fill up my soda to leave with them- only to find them nowhere to be found. I walk back to my dorm- quickly at first, but then slow. My logic being that nobody really cares about me, and I have nobody to rush and see. At the back door were my friends who had left without me. I was PISSED. Apparently they left out the back door (who does that?!). Whatever, I was ditched.

The next day was more of the same. I made an appointment with the Psychologists. Continued feelings of depression as the previous day. My friend informs me online that she was “Sorry for letting others manipulate her. Your a cool person and we should hang out more.” While she wasnt part of the group that was ditching me, it made me feel better to know that someone who cares for me would actually say something about certain people avoiding me. Happy feelings percisted until there was a knock at the door. It was Julia, a girl who I called a whore, and who has not spoken to me in perhaps a month (there will be a letter to ellaborate on the situation further.). She basically said that everyone hates me now because I committed social suicide by calling her a whore. I was crushed. I sat at my computer and cried. I went to bed crying.

The next day was actually happy but still pretty bad. I cant recall what happened except that I talked to my friend Lauren about what Julia said, and I spoke my feelings. (For the record, Julia is quite the slut) The day after that (Friday) I recieved a Facebook message from Julia. It read as follows:

Okay Clark,
It has some to my attention that we seem to have had a misunderstanding of some kind. When I went to your room last night and told you exactly how I felt about this whole situation, I meant to have the whole thing end right then and there.
It seems that I must have been misunderstood in some way. Allow me to clarify some of the statements that I made that you seem to have not grasped correctly.
When I said “everyone hates you now”, I didn't mean just some people. I really meant everyone. This includes myself, Merideth, Melissa, David, and anyone else not associated with Rex Beach, with the exception of Vernon.
As a direct result of everyone not liking you, the group that you seem to consistently keep trying to hang out with, the group in which I have friends, does not want you around. Period. If you feel that you have been “abandoned” or “avoided” it's because you are.
How many times have they ditched you and you don't seem to understand that they don't like you and don't want you bothering them?
Also, I really think that you need to understand that your talking shit AFTER the talk we had doesn't help you in the least. In fact, you are just digging yourself deeper into a hole with the whole group. I want you to know that no matter what it is you say about me to anyone, I will find out what you said. So you really need to stop your lying bullshit. I didn't attack you when I was there yesterday, and you need to realize that I was civil. Yes, I said hurtful things, but I never said anything that wasn't truthful. Which is more than I can say for you.
Now. If you need re-clarifying or to be told in person I will be more than happy to oblige you. Whether it be in a similar fashion as to the last time, or in front of a table full of people.
I will also be re-stating this letter to you the next time I see you. So if you would like to avoid a verbal dressing down in front of all of MY friends, I would suggest that you keep to yourself. Either in Rex Beach or at another table. Because I will not hesitate to clear the air in front of everyone.
Sincerely,
Julia

to which I replied, after an informative psychologist meeting:

Julia,
Thank you for being civil about this. If I had known that you can send messages to non friends, I would have sent you an apology ages ago. No need for clarification whatsoever.

Wait, I can't recall any time in which I was talking shit about you after our little talk. The only person I talked to after wards about the event was Lauren, and even then I just told her what happened: You came to my door, said you hated me, alot of other people hate me too, I said I was a fucktard, and that I commited social suicide.

Lauren, afterward mentioned that she doesn't take sides, I should stop ragging on myself, and that you've been having some trouble with Rex Beach drama.

Me, being the big lump that I am, assumed that you were making rounds around Rex to basically kill two birds with one stone- which I was informed that you did not, and I retracted my statement. Just before she entered Holt, I even said that you were a good friend while you lasted. Nowhere did I actually badmouth you in any way after the talk. Neither on Thursday morning or Thursday evening. In fact it was impossible, since I didn't even utter your name.

I just want to say that even though you hate my guts and we haven't spoken in ages besides that night, on Megacon Saturday you were ditched, weren't you? I kept reminding the group I was with that you needed to be picked up… despite them walking in the complete opposite direction. I kept bugging them until they got the text saying you had managed to get a ride. I know it doesn't amount to much, but I hope that it means something.

And so you know, the things I said about you after I called you that word was purely out of fear and uncertainty of what to do. I was actually afraid of what new hole you would rip me. Honestly, if I said anything bad at any point whatsoever, it was probably a comment on how I don't like what you do to Richie, and I'm a bit jealous of your ability to get anyone you want. That and your actually cute.

If people hate me, people hate me. I hate me. If anything this thing has actually proven who my actual friends are.

Have a lovely day,
Clark

The week ended successfully.

The next week was better, with nothing really going on up until now. I've been writing my stories again, and I've volunteered at the local campus tv station.

Also the guy that I liked was actually straight. Rejection didn't hurt.

*Cops a squat*

I haven't had so many girl problems here in College to my fortune believe it or not.

I just remain overly confident, remind them how pretty they are, and boom I get results. easy peezy you could say. Of course it helps that gingers are a rare commodity

But unfortunately all the ones here at USF are al taken. I walk into my Chemistry class and I'm feeling edgy and I see 2 babes chillin with a seat in between them so I sit down. I made a really awesome friend named Rhonnie but her boyfriend is the shit, which is good and bad haha I love hanging out with them but too bad she's taken oh well

After that ordeal I had a stalker for a bit, which was quite unpleasant. Apparently I met this girl named Stephanie at a party for one of my friends over 3 years ago and she remembered me, so she took it as an oppurtunity to dye her hair like mine and I had long hair back then, so she thought I was Axel from Kingdom Hearts who she apprently had a fetish for. Ugghh…a little cold shouldering and she went away. She's started talking to me again though, I''m a nice guy, so if she wants to be friends thats fine, just don't stalk me lmao

Then there was Kaitlin, who I liked for the first 20 seconds because she liked metal and was a ginger, but then she got real depressing. And I mean every facebook status she makes is depressing. My God. There was no end. I ran away. Very fast.

And last but not least there's Katie. She's gorgeous and awesome and has a Mustang, but she still has feelings for her ex-boyfriend, who I am slowly convincing her that she is better off without. Let us hope my labor bears fruit this time she's one hell of a catch.

Oh yeah, and then every girl I hit on randomly. It just happens. Girls are pretty I let them know shit happens you know

I think thats everything in a nutshell so far

Awwww good work batto

Half of the job is getting their attention, but the other half is finding the right girl to have a long relationship with too

Unfortunately that sort of girl doesn't seem to be here, at least for me. Never gonna give up though

Congrats Matt! Sounds like your putting yourself out there quite nicely!

Lol, you have a stalker too? I don't like to talk about it, but there's this really creepy kid who I met once and won't stop staring at me… I swear he was in the cafeteria for like, an extra hour because I refused to leave. And he was sitting with people he didnt know….

Longest topic in existance…ever…

My dorm is social hell. Nobody talks to anybody except the kids across the hall who seem like the traditional stereotype of insane party animals. Other than that, it seems every suite is divided in half, with the 2 rooms on each sides being good friends, and the other side kind of avoiding each other. If a nuclear holocaust came about, nobody would know. Even IF someone knew, they wouldn't tell anyone else. It's a rather depressing dorm, and will be glad to no longer be in there come next semester. I DO however like the people upstairs who randomly bang on the floor at 3 am. I respond by hitting the ceiling with a stool. Seems to work for now.

And as for the ladies, they're TAKEN. Almost every damn one. Hoping the hot ginger chick I've been talking to recently comes along nicely though. I had to pretend to like books for half an hour in front of the library because she wanted to go.

Ah the things a guy will do to get some action. Of course there's been random girls; but they seemed more like friends with benefits rather than actual relationships. So… I don't really associate with them anymore.

Also, the insane kids seem to attract the boys in blue a lot. They know they're all underage drinking and such but for some reason nothing is being done about it.

Well lucky me: seems that Katie's ex-boyfriend is starting to smoke again, which includes pot and cigars, so she really doesn't wanna talk to him anymore All she's been doing is facebooking me for like hours whenever I'm on, and we just went to Busch Gardens with her friends and I think she might have let them scan me idk…

I'm just waiting for a background voice to say “FINISH HIM!” and  get me a lady

battosai810 said:

In other news, I found out one of my dumber ex-girlfriends had alchohol poisoning not too long ago. So it goes.

Wow, what great way of convinving you you're missing out on a lot.

Post edited 2:04 pm – March 30, 2009 by Xander

I need to get me a mate. Been talking to a few kewl local gals online for a while. One who is a fellow /b/-tard, and one who is a ghosthunter. Go figure.

I'd also like to get some shows going with my band, cuz gigs with booze are always the perfect place to pick up older chicks. Rock'n'Roll lifestyle, indeed.

Hey. Hey Listen.

*Swats navi away*

Well I just got the number of a nice theater girl who was making cookies late at night (until 3 am apparently) when I thought I had stepped on glass… We exchanged numbers just a few minutes ago and I learned her name- Lyndsey (I completely forgot her name, and I'm fairly sure she forgot mine too xD ).

Also, my two entries for the Black Mesa Source “make your own textured frame picture” Won: http://www.blackmesasource.com…..ect10.html