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all week i was tired and pukeishh, and also worried that this past weekend would not live up to the loads of fun i had the previous weekend. and it didnt, but i still had a grand time. on thursday i went gallavanting in the village with anna, and later went to a suprise birthday party for a girl who i did not knows boyfriend who i also did not know. they were nice but I was sober in a room full of drunk unfirmiliar faces. I got really uncomfortable and went home to feel sorry for myself and rant to katie about how socially awkward i am. it was rather early. then zoe came to visit and brought lots of southern friends with unshaved armpits, homeade bannana bread, coolers full of baby spinach and a gallon of local brew-which remains unopened and in my fridge. they all slept on the floor and i did not let anyone sleep in my giant bed with me. on friday i wanted to go out but had no one to go out with. we ate ice cream and watched movies. on saturday we went to the girl who i did not knows loft party and it was fun. initially i felt wierd because i was clearly the girl who showed uop the othernight that nobody knew, but it was a much huger, crazier, sloppier party, where no one was firmiliar to anybody. i got very drunk. this really cute boy in a flannel shirt kept making eye contact with me throughout the night and eventually i introduced myself. he was from philly. we talked for a very long time and i made him pinky swear to call me next time he was in nyc, and let me tell you that pinky swear was pretty fucking intimate. he told me he needed to get all his shit together but that he would find me to say goodbye. the goodbye was prolonged because his friends were too incoherent to get there shit together and out the door. so he said goodbye a couple times. on the last goodbye im not sure how i did this, as it is really rediculous, but i asked "can i get a kiss goodbye" he replied "totally" and then he said "how bout another"
I know we were drunk- and i know it was just a kiss- and i know it was really cheesy. but somehow it was the most gratifying experience ive had in a while. because if he did call, i would be happy where as if the last two boys i hooked up with called me i would feel slimey
oh yeah-and then i met this boy brian (gay) and he was sooo cute and he had a crush on my friend morgan and was feeling really wierd and sad about it, so i invited him to go get pizza and then he slept over...
this coming friday im getting my wisdom tooth pulled- i hope that doesnt completely fuck up my weekend. i mean its not like i have big plans but it would be nice to go out