IMPLODE!
9 semesters down...1 to go. Not sure how I feel about that.
This turned out to be a quite fantastic little finals week. Granted, I only had one real final and it was on the first day, so it basically was a week of hanging out and drinking. But still. Good times.
I realized that, no matter how unlikely and irrational you may think a fear is, (what you may have described weeks prior as being your "worst nightmare") it is still plausible, and if the universe is really feeling like being cruel that particular night - it will happen.
Basically, I cracked a while back and checked Ben's away message and found out he was for sure coming home for Christmas. I told Marissa that I was terrified of just being out and sitting in a bar and to see him walk in the door, since I had no clue what I would say or how I would react. Not that I think he's an ass or anything and never wanted to see him again, but because I just didn't know what I would do. I also said that would NEVER happen since his flights would proabbly be grounded and even if he did get home, he might not come to lax, and even then I spend about 90% of my time downtown at the Bodega, and that really doesn't seem like his kind of place. But sure enough - there we were...and then he walked in. I think we might actually be ok now. Or at least maybe on the way there. I don't know. And to make the night even better - two certain roommates who may or may not have been 'involved' with Laura and Marissa showed up. It was just a parade of our dysfunctionality and failed relationships. Really, the only thing that could have possibly made it better would be if Aaron showed up too.
On that note - I really need to explain to Aaron just how much I hate talking on the phone and how it's almost physically painful for me to do it. Taking out the people who have proven to be noticeable outliers, my average phone conversation lasts less than a minute. He's so weird. He asked me over tonight (sort of...you never can be sure with that house) and I called him back and then he was at the bar, which I said there was no way I was going to go to. Not sure if he's going to call me back when they leave...realy hoping not since my phone is also my alarm clock and I don't want to get woken up. Going over there would pretty much be the worst idea ever since I have to work tomorrow morning at the ass-crack of dawn, but still...probably would have done it have he stayed at home and stayed up forever and been a zombie tomorrow since that's just the sort of thing I do.
Going home tomorrow...coming back monday night. I'm looking forward to it about as much as can be expected. That's really all I have to say about taht.
I have to be at work in 6 1/2 hours. Fuck me. Guess no humping for this girl tonight. That sounds awful...inside joke. You had to be there. Bed time.
This turned out to be a quite fantastic little finals week. Granted, I only had one real final and it was on the first day, so it basically was a week of hanging out and drinking. But still. Good times.
I realized that, no matter how unlikely and irrational you may think a fear is, (what you may have described weeks prior as being your "worst nightmare") it is still plausible, and if the universe is really feeling like being cruel that particular night - it will happen.
Basically, I cracked a while back and checked Ben's away message and found out he was for sure coming home for Christmas. I told Marissa that I was terrified of just being out and sitting in a bar and to see him walk in the door, since I had no clue what I would say or how I would react. Not that I think he's an ass or anything and never wanted to see him again, but because I just didn't know what I would do. I also said that would NEVER happen since his flights would proabbly be grounded and even if he did get home, he might not come to lax, and even then I spend about 90% of my time downtown at the Bodega, and that really doesn't seem like his kind of place. But sure enough - there we were...and then he walked in. I think we might actually be ok now. Or at least maybe on the way there. I don't know. And to make the night even better - two certain roommates who may or may not have been 'involved' with Laura and Marissa showed up. It was just a parade of our dysfunctionality and failed relationships. Really, the only thing that could have possibly made it better would be if Aaron showed up too.
On that note - I really need to explain to Aaron just how much I hate talking on the phone and how it's almost physically painful for me to do it. Taking out the people who have proven to be noticeable outliers, my average phone conversation lasts less than a minute. He's so weird. He asked me over tonight (sort of...you never can be sure with that house) and I called him back and then he was at the bar, which I said there was no way I was going to go to. Not sure if he's going to call me back when they leave...realy hoping not since my phone is also my alarm clock and I don't want to get woken up. Going over there would pretty much be the worst idea ever since I have to work tomorrow morning at the ass-crack of dawn, but still...probably would have done it have he stayed at home and stayed up forever and been a zombie tomorrow since that's just the sort of thing I do.
Going home tomorrow...coming back monday night. I'm looking forward to it about as much as can be expected. That's really all I have to say about taht.
I have to be at work in 6 1/2 hours. Fuck me. Guess no humping for this girl tonight. That sounds awful...inside joke. You had to be there. Bed time.