another long and possible boring weekend update from yours truely
Well I guess its time for the usual weekend update, the theme of my weekend being: boys are frickin dumb and I need to just stay the hell away from all of them.
Friday was pretty shitty. I worked all day then all night on 2 hours of sleep and I thought I was gonna die, seriously. I got to the point where I was a bit dilerious and thought I was floating. So I went home after work Friday night and passed out only to awaken to some annoying voicemails in the morning.
Skip to Saturay night. Worked until 11. Went out with Jen. Ended up at the Rook. Ended up with Jay. Ended up at his buddies at 4 am with a bottle of Everclear. Now, it clearly says on the bottle DO NOT DRINK STRAIGHT, you must mix it etc. because it can cause blindness and other scary things. So what does Jay decide to do - oh well the smart thing, take some shots. At this point in the night my drunk was diminishing, I was in the company of 4 idiot boys who proceeded to talk about their "bitches and hos" and all the lovely things they do with them, and I had to try to stop a stuborn drunk idiot from taking shots of Everyclear. Needless to say I was quite annoyed. Ended up in a slight physical altercation, being that I got my hair pulled and he got some fingernails to the thigh and a 2 inch heel to the foot.
Skip to Sunday morning. After going to sleep at 6 am I woke at 11 wide awake with no possibility of falling back asleep. So I continued my reign of torture from the night before by flicking various body parts and ripping out arm hair and taping his eyes open with some scotch tape. We made up although he thought the events of the previous night were more humerous than anything. I didnt.
So in conclusion: boys are the devil. I will be going to the Plymouth tonight where I just might have to end this whole stupid thing. Unless of course I am brain-washed with the compliments. It is a damn vicious cycle. Who knows, perhaps i will take the easy way out and string him along for another 3 weeks until I return to school and claim the long distance thing never works. Either that or murder, which ever comes first.
Friday was pretty shitty. I worked all day then all night on 2 hours of sleep and I thought I was gonna die, seriously. I got to the point where I was a bit dilerious and thought I was floating. So I went home after work Friday night and passed out only to awaken to some annoying voicemails in the morning.
Skip to Saturay night. Worked until 11. Went out with Jen. Ended up at the Rook. Ended up with Jay. Ended up at his buddies at 4 am with a bottle of Everclear. Now, it clearly says on the bottle DO NOT DRINK STRAIGHT, you must mix it etc. because it can cause blindness and other scary things. So what does Jay decide to do - oh well the smart thing, take some shots. At this point in the night my drunk was diminishing, I was in the company of 4 idiot boys who proceeded to talk about their "bitches and hos" and all the lovely things they do with them, and I had to try to stop a stuborn drunk idiot from taking shots of Everyclear. Needless to say I was quite annoyed. Ended up in a slight physical altercation, being that I got my hair pulled and he got some fingernails to the thigh and a 2 inch heel to the foot.
Skip to Sunday morning. After going to sleep at 6 am I woke at 11 wide awake with no possibility of falling back asleep. So I continued my reign of torture from the night before by flicking various body parts and ripping out arm hair and taping his eyes open with some scotch tape. We made up although he thought the events of the previous night were more humerous than anything. I didnt.
So in conclusion: boys are the devil. I will be going to the Plymouth tonight where I just might have to end this whole stupid thing. Unless of course I am brain-washed with the compliments. It is a damn vicious cycle. Who knows, perhaps i will take the easy way out and string him along for another 3 weeks until I return to school and claim the long distance thing never works. Either that or murder, which ever comes first.