dramarama
This weekend was...interesting. I'm still kind of in shock from it. Friday was benign enough, I went on a very akward date (the only kind I know) and basically thwarted a make-out attempt with my famous dexterity/icy frigidness. Then I went home and me and flora finished a bottle of crown royal and ate pb cups and watched the breakfast club. Then danced around the hosue covered in blankets for warmth and sang along to musicals. Clearly a good night. Then saturday. Weeell basically I heard a very distressing rumor about me. Which made me really pissed. Then I went to a halloween party at my friend Joe's, where the person who had supposedly started the rumor happened to be there with his girlfriend. As anyone who's ever seen me upset around liquor may have guessed, I hit the bottle HARD. Think back to my party at the start of senior year, Valentines day last year, or the party where I told Jon I hated him 3 times. Yeah that bad. I was T-Rashed. So then I start to be really passive aggressive, like sticking my elbow out as he walks by, and slamming my drink down in front of him. Until finally I am drunk enough to just call him a liar to his face. So then we actually ended up having this really amazing talk. During which I break down into tears. And I HATE crying in front of people I know. Like, it was really good, he actually said some stuff that really made me think, and I finally have closure which I don't think I have ever gotten from anybody. But I'm still just sort of dumbfounded. And my ego is bruised. Oh my precious ego. I need to find some new stories. Rehashing old ones is getting dull.