One Bada$$ Party...
My weekend:
Thursday:
- I stayed the night at BMB's on accident basically b/c of the storms that were rolling through and b/c he didn't think I was awake enough to drive home.
Friday:
- Had Plus Friday til around 1pm. Called BMB.
- We went to David's apt. for a Halo Party, LoL, where I decided that we all needed to go swimming after we got a bit tipsy and I'm the only one who got all the way in the pool.
- Went back to my apt. and slept til 11 on Saturday
Saturday:
- Went swimming pretty much from 2-5
- Went to Cheeseburger In Paradise with David, Nathan Roe, and Brandon
- Saw Manda and Ash :-D I was happy to get to see them for a few seconds.
- Came home and went to bed by myself b/c Brandon wanted to go home...saying he didn't have any clothes to wear and whatnot (but then on Monday, went home and came back, wearing the same clothes he had worn home...what's the big deal then? Thanks honey.)
Sunday:
- Jeremiah and I started cooking stuff around 3. People showed up around 4 w/ liquor...beginning the longest party in the apt.'s history
- Lots of storms and what is believed to have been funnel clouds over the apt. (sounds like a big gust of wind hitting a house/thunder) and lots of drinking still going on throughout the day.
- Started eating around 6...chicken, corn-on-the-cob, bread puddings, potato salad, etc.
- People still showing up
- By midnight, I crash, tired of talking to Brandon about how he should cut himself off and knowing he doesn't care about what I am saying at all...
- I hear South Americans in my living room. 3:30am. Nick saves the day and takes everyone who is still at my apt. to his to party.
- Time for bed. For real this time. (After a slap on BMB's face from me, I was yelled at for about 15 minutes on how a good girlfriend wouldn't have done that. Now I finally get to say what I've wanted to say ever since then: A good boyfriend would have listened to his girlfriend when she said that he had enough to drink. A good boyfriend would have stopped publicly fondling his girlfriend when she told him to and wouldn't have gotten slapped across the face. A good boyfriend would have never brought strangers into his sleeping girlfriend's apartment with out her consent, EVEN IF they just walked in, he would have at least woken up said girlfriend and told her that they were there--instead of bonging beer after beer with them. And this good girlfriend will never have to deal with her good boyfriend doing that again because he promised her he would listen if she wanted him to cut himself off. And actually, he's never drinking liquor around me again, nor is he allowed if he is going to be anywhere near me after he has consumed liquor. I'm done. Whew! That feels better!)
Monday:
- Woke up around 9 and cleaned up the kitchen and living room w/ some help from ViC~! :-D
- Brandon left saying he was going to bring Mark back to go swimming (which he somehow 'forgot' to tell Mark that he was taking him swimming and Mark left with Larry to go paint stuff.
- BMB comes back later after I've been waiting on him to go swimming.
- We go to the pool. He doesn't want to get in--there are too many gross people in there. He wants to take a nap instead. WHY THE HELL DID YOU COME BACK THEN?
- Can you tell how I feel about this? I mean, is it too much to ask to be told that BMB didn't feel like swimming? It would have made my day a whole lot happier, I'm sure, because geez...everyone else was out swimming, having a great time, and I had the crabby boyfriend who didn't want to even sit near me at the pool when Nathan and David showed up. He got up to give Nathan a seat and sat in a teeny little beach chair, I wanted him to come sit with me and he was like, 'No, I don't want to get up.' and then as soon as another lounge chair opened up he ran over there. Then all the "I'm sorry."'s roll in. And all the 'You're fine, I don't care.''s roll out of my mouth. This shouldn't be routine. What should be routine is him telling me from the start that he doesn't want to swim, that he'd rather stay home and take a nap or whatever, play video games, I don't care. Instead, I went back to my apt. with him so he could fucking sleep some more. Thanks for the Q.T. this weekend honey, it wasn't worth shit. Either he was stupid drunk or not very attentive to what I wanted to do. For goodness sakes! It was beautiful out yesterday and I had to go back to my apt. Fuck that shit today, I'm laying out when I get out of this hellhole. (Insert a little cartoon hand flipping you *whoever's reading this* off.)
Well, that's the way my weekend went. Feeling that I shouldn't be so pissy about it but really can't help it considering what all has happened with my concerns being unheard and uncared about by the one person who should care most and constantly tells me he does. I'm going to work on some hw.