Why me, God, why did she come to my table?

Goddamn it. Oh, ok, first of all this is the first post I've made in...a long time. Whatever. Anyways, back to my original point: Goddamn it. As you may or may not know, I'm in HPER E113 Beginning Billiards this semester. Now, in all honesty, with my skill level at Billiards (which does fluctuate sometimes, but overall) I should probably not be in this class. I probably belong in the next class up, but seeing as how I didn't really take the class to learn how to play, I'm not really bothered about it. I'm pretty sure that's about what 90% of the other people in the class are thinking also. It's a pretty sweet deal: I get to play pool for an hour twice a week, I get a credit hour for it, and I get an easy A+ towards my GPA. Gravy. Or so I thought. First, let me explain the set up of the class. We come in, and we play pool. That's it. The grad student that instructs the class occassionally makes us come up to the front of the room (in the IMU) to "teach" us something, but that usually takes about 5 minutes and then it's back to playing. Now, it's one of those classes where in the first couple weeks when you don't know anybody in the class(and Clark does not count...whole nother story), for whatever reason you get to know a couple people and probably end up sitting next to them; it's like how you pretty much sit in the same seat in each class each day. Well, I decided to try and defy that in this class and not talk to anybody, mainly because it's at 9:05 and I don't like talking to many people at 9:05; I just want to play some pool. Unfortunately the powers that be would not let me go unladen with some annoying fucktard...and they stuck me with a doozy.

I have no idea what her name is, and I've been playing pool with her for an hour twice a week since about the third week of classes. She's nice enough...and that's about it. She's not necessarily unattractive, but she's definitely not cute (I'm sure there's someone somewhere in the world that would find her attractive; Nick, maybe). Somehow, and this sucks, there are absolutely no cute girls in the class. There's one that comes close, but no cigar. But back to the troll that invades my space every Monday and Wednesday morning. The class after she and I had played each other the first time, she came right back to my table, and I knew I was fucked. I shouldn't have been nice. I should have said "Oh, uh, I'd like to play with some other people so I can play against other styles and skill levels." Hell, I could have at least said "Go away, you're ugly and you suck at pool." And oh does she suck at pool. I mean, I know this is Beginning Billiards, but seriously. It's not just that she sucks at actually shooting pool, she seems to be some kind of moron also (not sure which kind just yet). At least 3 times on Monday, she stood there and watched me as I took and pocketed shots, then walked up to the cue ball to take her turn. Let me say that again, on MULTIPLE occassions, on the SAME DAY, in the SAME GAME even, it did not register in her brain that when I sink a ball, I get to go again. JESUS TAPDANCING FUCKING CHRIST. I actually had to say to her "No, it's still my turn" or she would have fucking gone. I've also had to explain to her numerous times that if you scratch on the 8 ball, you lose the game. I know for a fact I've told her at least 4 times. Yesterday, the instructor was showing us follow and draw shots (because they're so hard to figure out after all), and I distinctly remember him saying "It's good to practice and master these kinds of shots because it helps you set up the cue ball to make other shots." Any person of normal intellect could probably have arrived at that conclusion, right? Well apparently she couldn't, even after hearing the guy say it (and I know she did, she was standing right next to me maybe 6 feet away from the instructor), because the second we went back to my table to resume our game, she turned to me and said "So what's the point of those shots?" I seriously thought she was joking. I actually looked at her and laughed. When I realized she wasn't joking, I explained the EXTREMELY SIMPLE CONCEPT OF STRATEGY to her and even showed her a couple of examples, and I'm pretty sure she was still confused. FUCKING MORON. Anyways, this entry's long as hell, so I'm going to cut it off here. Long and the short of it is, this annoying bitch is ruining my E113 experience and I hate her.