see what happens when i slack for a few days?
it has been an insane week here. monday night i did the usual, beer and tv with timmy and andrea. tuesday we had our weekly american idol party haha. how much do i love john stevens even though he sucked that night? i just have this weird connection to redheads. then i headed to the OBT in the god awful rain with timmy and timmy. i saw dave there and now he keeps calling me. funny but yuck. wednesday was supposed to be o.c. night at my house, but timmy's place ended up getting a case of 40's so the party ended up over there. why can't o.c. ever be on for more than like two weeks straight? i go nuts without it. so i headed to the bar with timmy and andrea, it was brittany's 21st and she was a sloppy but funny mess. this was the night we played photohunt and finally beat the bar sluts' high score. it was a big moment for us hahaha. ummm thursday i ended up falling asleep until almost 9:00, so much for a hard night of working on one of my millions of papers. andrea came and woke me up and we went to beerbellies with matt. andrea and i had seventeen beers altogether, and lucky me got stuck with the tab grrr (well not grrr anymore 'cause her boyfriend paid for me last night). matt left and we ended up sitting with grillo and merz and a bunch of the ogo guys that i haven't talked to basically since freshman year. it was one of their friend's 21st and he ended up puking right at the table. sooo gross. they left to take care of him, and andrea started talking to this kid who looks like jason mraz. he was funny, we invited him back to my house. then doug came home and i immediately got upset for no reason just because i don't even know how to act around him anymore. i finally started to force myself to get out of the house, spend time with my friends, and suddenly he wants to spend time with me again? so i was drunk and crying and wanted to go for a walk and then there was this adorable puppy outside my house and i was sitting on my porch petting him (mind you, this is like 4am) and this car pulls up in front of my house and i freak out thinking someone is going to shoot me but it's just the guys whose dog it is so whew.
ended up having a long talk with doug after i came back in the house but i don't think it resolved anything. well, i guess it did. because he told me that there is 100% no chance for us to ever be together again because he can never forgive me for what i've done and things could never be the same. great. i didn't fall sleep until almost 7am which means i ended up missing my meeting with dr. brown the next morning and i really wanted to shoot myself. i hate feeding professors bullshit excuses, especially ones i like. so i don't even know what to do, i emailed her in hopes we can reschedule some time next week. i just feel like such an asshole. but at least my research for my paper is coming along awesomely so i hope i will at least be able to impress her with that.
doug has been in maryland all weekend so i've had the room to myself which is both good and bad. friday night was movie night with timmy tony and andrea. arto stopped over for a little and we ordered papa john's and it was fucking HEAVEN ON EARTH. i'm tempted to order some right now hmm... anyways mike and michele told us to go to beerbellies after we ate, so we did. michele was in nyc all day and guess who she bumped into?? kirsten dunst and fucking JAKE GYLLENHAAL. oh christ. i wanted to die just hearing about it. she was in an elevator with jake gyllenhaal <3 <3 <3 why do all the cool things happen to such a terrible human being? sigh. the bar sucked that night, we stayed for a beer and left and on the walk home we see like a dozen cops cars right by my street. we get a little closer and realize that something must've gone down next door to matty's house; we figured it was just another party that got busted. turns out some townie pulled out a gun or something. crazy. so i guess i was not entirely off my rocker when i got scared the night before about an unknown vehicle stopping in front of my house.
yesterday i finally lived up to my promise to michele: i ate a brownie. and it did nothing. but at least i got her off my back now. and we did watch gothika which was an ok movie. it probably would have had a better effect if we had watched it at night, but michele gets scared too easily as it is. so then timmy and i met up with andrea and her crew at the bar. you should have seen the amount of pitchers on our table. every time the waitress would bring us three, we'd end up ordering three more. then suddenly there were soco and lime shots for everybody and my god was that a bad idea. i ended up being way too drunk for only being 10:30 so i got up to leave and timmy followed me out. over the past few weeks i've really come to appreciate timmy not as just my drinking/tv buddy but as an awesome friend. he doesn't really give advice because he doesn't know how. but he listens and he's always there to walk with me or whatever. i'm gonna miss him a lot. so we got home and the other timmy called us telling us to go to this party in one of the burnsides. there was a whole lot of people there who i really didn't expect to see, but i was still really, really drunk so we left and we get home and TEENAGE CAVEMAN is on the movie channel. one of the worst movies ever but still so much fun to watch, especially when you're drunk.
vintage saint: i tell myself every night to just close my eyes and fall asleep, but it takes me forever to fall asleep alone so in the time i'm trying to sleep i end up just thinking too damn much and then the tears come and then i end up calling you and leaving you some drunk, tearful, incoherent message
chrisburgan06: well the message was coherent if that makes you feel better
time to hit up the library (gasp!) and print out my women's diaries paper (yes, one down... four to go!) and perhaps order that papa john's i was talking about and get ready for sopranos night here. hope you all had an equally eventful weekend (but one with less tears and/or drama). four more days til easter in the poconos and seeing my munchkinface of a sister. and my mom's homemade pierogies and mac and cheese omg. i get excited about food far too much