Dur­ing 3rd hour, I finally tracked down Zhanna and talked to her. Basi­cally, I told her that I felt that I was being used, and I didn't appre­ci­ate it. Over the course of the next half-hour or so, she basi­cally con­vinced me that every­thing was my fault (!), and that she didn't want a rela­tion­ship with any­one (!) while she was in Amer­ica. I left feel­ing con­tented, but when I thought about it much later (with Cali's help — thank you Cali!), I was pissed. But at least I'm not bit­ter … Stu­pid for­eigner … fuck­ing cunt.