Friday From Hell

When you think of Fridays, you think of TGIF, right? Yay it's Friday?? WRONG. Well, not in this case. What started out as going to be a Friday to remember for the good, turned out to be a nightmare. I woke up at around 11 that morning. Corey and i were supposed to go back home with our friend Danielle and stay at her house for the night. She was throwing a party for her friend Anna, since it was a her birthday. It was going to be a great time. Her parents were gone. We had a good amount of people and alcohol. Plans were set. I woke up feeling like shit though. At this point i just wanted to stay here and not go, so as i went to call her when i woke up, i realized she had called twice and texted. I wondered why, since she had work and wasn't supposed to come until the afternoon. I called back, and to my surprise she was almost here...over 3 hours early. So i was like, fuck. What do i do? I told her i felt like shit, and i'm sorry she came all the way here, but Corey could still go if he wanted. And she was like, see how you feel after your meeting and we'll plan from there. So i packed just in case, went to a study abroad meeting, went to counseling, and then came back. I felt a bit better, so we left around 1 and headed home.

On our hour and 15 min ride back we stopped and picked up her dog at the groomers, and then went to her house. When we got there Kait, Mary, and Scott were already there decorating. So Kait and Danielle went to go get alcohol and me, Corey, Mary, and Scott stayed behind to finish decorating. Mary is one of Danielle's friends, and Scott is her boyfriend (who ironically i already knew because he used to be friends with ex-douchebag...awesome, right?) After almost two hours of decorating, we were exhausted, so we just sat down and relaxed. Finally Danielle and Kait came back, with liquor, but no beer. What kind of a liquor store doesn't sell beer?? Anyway, we spent the next 2 hours trying to figure out how to get beer. After Scott's plan failed, we just gave up, thinking we might get it later. Around 8 the party started. Anna and Nate showed up, and then other people started arriving. By 10 there were about 9 or so people there. At this point pong was being played, the punch was made, drinks were being served, we were playing battle shots. Yeah...we did homemade battle shots..sick, i know. It was a good time. I even started to feel a little something. I thought the night would be great. But all good things come to and end...

All of a sudden as i was walking through the kitchen, i hear Scott and Mary fighting and Mary storms out the back door and leaves. Meanwhile, Scott is screaming and freaking out. Mind you, before all of this happened, he had gotten pretty hammered. He came up to me like 5 times saying how when i was with Trevor he liked me, and he thinks i'm a good person who didn't deserve to get treated that way, and he hopes Corey treats me well, blah blah. He kept telling Corey, no offense, i'm like his sister now, but he liked me, etc. Which was weird, but whatever. Also, Danielle (who very rarely gets drunk and i have never seen get sick before) decided to actually have fun for once and drink a lot. Butttt she hadn't had barely anything to eat that day, so she got sick, fast. I went into the bathroom with her while she puked, twice, and i held her hair. Normally it's the other way around, but i felt soooo bad. I just wish she felt better. During this time Corey was pretty drunk too. So he came in and tried to help but all that did was piss me off. Anyway, after alllll of this, the Scott and Mary thing happen. So i tried to ask Scott what happened, and the next 3 or 4 hours are a complete and utter disaster, clusterfuck, blur.

Within the course of these next 3-4 hours, so many things happen. The event of which they happened i am unsure, and it's far too detailed to explain. So to brief it up, Scott went PSYCHO. Started off with crying, and then screaming and yelling, and then he started punching things. Mary never came back and he didn't know where she was. But she ended up leaving with Kait and another girl who wound up bringing over beer. Either way, she wasn't answering him, obviously because she was upset, hence why she left. So he flipped. Would not stop screaming, crying, and acting completely out of his mind. Everyone in the house was frightened. He ended up breaking some sheet or plywood that Danielle's dad put up. Completely busted through it. Then through his phone against the wall, which broke it and cracked the screen. He kept trying to talk to me and Corey about what was going on. And we were trying to be as helpful as possible so we wouldn't get punched in the face. We kept trying to get him outside since he kept saying he was going to walk to Mary's house. It was FREEZING outside that night. But we needed him out. During all of this, Corey was still pretty far gone, so him and i were fighting. Which led to a whole other series of terrible escapades. After having to get Scott off of Anna, as he was clearly trying to get with her and she was having no part of it and couldn't move, Corey got him outside. I thought this was good. I needed a break from them both. So they went out, i started trying to help clean up and get things in order. All of a sudden Scott comes back in flipping out, but no Corey. I then decide to go outside to try and find him.

I get out there, again it is freeezing, and find him sitting on her concrete steps shaking. What happened after was a half hour of temper tantrum, and i mean hysterically, crying. I started crying. He was rocking in a ball. Basically a mixture of alcohol, tenseness from Scott, and the fear of me studying abroad caused him to have a meltdown. I tried to keep to together, but i was scared as fuck. Because this entire scenario reminded me of my ex. So eventually he gave me everything in his pockets...his knife, wallet, etc, to keep. And we went back inside. After that he went downstairs to try to relax on the couch, and i went upstairs to try and calm things down. At this point a few more friends showed up and tried to help clean up and stuff. But as i tried to calm things down, Scott got worse. He went down to Corey again which i was not okay with so i tried to get him away from there, in which he threw his phone again and cried and screamed more. Eventually a group of us convinced him to go outside. At that point we locked the door and made sure all other doors were locked. Finally thinking we were done with this, we started to calm down. After 5 minutes he started banging on the house, screaming to let him in. At this point we thought we were going to call the cops, so we started pouring all the alcohol down the drain and cleaning up (sad, i know). I went down to Corey to see how he was, and somehow Scott got back in. This is where stuff gets REALLY bad...

So i went to see how Corey was, and tried to ignore Scott upstairs. His sister decides to call and text him several times, and says it's important. He's still crying hysterically, so he doesn't answer. Eventually he does and says he can't talk and hangs up. We go upstairs, while some friends were taking care of Scott, and i tried to calm him down in a bedroom. Well, his sister calls again, and while they talk i keep trying to help everyone since i'm the only sober one out of ten of us. I go back to Corey and i will never be able to describe his face. Every bad emotion was there. What happened here is a bit blurry, maybe from blocking it out, but i know he started freaking out. Something really bad was happening to her and he needed to get to her asap. He wound up on the floor kicking and screaming, full out tantrum. He threw his phone, told me what happened, and didn't stop crying. Meanwhile, some guys were trying to get Scott to go to the gas station with them so he could "call Mary." Eventually they left, and i tried to calm down the Corey situation. I wanted to stay at the house and help clean, but Corey needed to go home.

At this point it is around 3am, and Danielle finalllyyy wakes up from being passed out for 3 hours. She had noooo idea what had gone on the hours that she was sleeping, so we briefly caught her up. And luckily she is very level headed and now sober, so she thanks me for taking control and being mom for the night. Then gives us all directions. And unfortunately told me to go with Corey. Corey was a MESS. He threatened for us to be done if i didn't go with him, but he needed to take care of his sister, and i needed to help Danielle. But apparently not. So i unwillingly packed up, apologized to Danielle, and said bye to everyone, and then Paul drove Corey and i to his house where his sister was. Now, what happened there is far too personal and negative to discuss. But let's just say everyyyone (me, him, and her) ended up having a bad meltdown. My anxiety was the worse it had been in months, and just a bunch of really bad and negative things occurred. But after talking them out and making sure everyone was okay, we all went to sleep around 5am. What a fanfuckingtastic night, eh?

Blurred and Faded Week

Last week is kind of a blur. It went by so fast, so let's see what i can recall. Most likely it'll only be the big things, aka the important and interesting things, right? Anyway, Monday. Ha Monday. I was quite hungover, seeing as loko messed me uppp, and i only got 4 hours of sleep. Because of this i missed my morning class. Not like it was a big deal. I stayed in bed while Corey went to class. He came back and we relaxed and attempted to watch The Notebook, but this only led to both of us passing out for a brief time. I realized i had to wake up and unfortunately shower for my next 4:30 class, which i was going to go to since i felt better. So i got up, got ready, and we exhaustedly headed to class. After this we got food, and then i headed to my next 3 hour class, as per usual. That went by, i got out at 930, and went back to my room. Seeing as i do not recall any details, i can only assume it was much like a usual Monday night, and we all did homework and listened to music until about 2am.

Tuesday is utterly something i don't recall, aside from night time. I think i woke up early afternoon, after Corey went to and came back from class. I got ready and then i think we went to the library and i very briefly met with my group for my History of Journalism project. We established what other work we needed to do. Then Corey and i got food, came back, possibly watched a movie?, and then went to a stupid lecture series for SMW. It was a horrible lecture on Mars or something. Way worse than the last one which was at least a little interesting. So i played on my phone and read the whole time. Afterwards we came back and relaxed a bit, and i did some homework before i had to go to work. At 10 we were off to the library, and while there i found out about KONY 2012. In which, EVERYONE GET ON BOARD!!! I don't care if you think it's fake...it's NOT. Even the freaking president is in on it. Yeah, this guy did damage over 20 years ago, and did the most 10 years ago, but he's still doing damage. He's still capturing kids and killing innocents. He needs to be stopped..NOW. I'm buying my action kit asap and i cannot wait until April 20th when he gets posted everywhere. Anyways, that was the majority of my work time. Studying that issue. After work we walked back, probably did homework, watched True Blood, and then went to bed.

The next day, Wednesday, i remember was absolutely beautiful. My anxiety and depression has been pretty consistently bad for awhile now. So when the weather decides to get happy, my mind decides to get happy. At least briefly. So that's nice. And Wednesday was super nice and sunny. Walking to class i was in a super happy and smiley mood. Even in class, which lasted the full 3 hours for once due to presentations, i was happy. I just read and played on my phone. Except i paid brief attention and won a box of sour patch kids, which was awesome. After class i got food i think, and then headed to my next class (our Viral Marketing class), in which we got out a bit early from there as well. I walked back to my dorm in yet another happy mood. I think i stayed happy pretty consistently. So strange for me. Especially since i had a midterm the next day and tons more to do in the following week. But i took it. The rest of the night i assume was spent doing homework while Tierney listened to Bo Burnham and Corey played Bejeweled on my phone. I think i might've watched True Blood again, and then it was bed time!

Boy was Thursday ridiculously busy, filled, and actually somewhat productive. To begin with, i got no nap at all throughout the day, so that should say something. I remember pretty much everything from this day. I woke up early, and went to my morning class. In which we did our second group project, and i thought we did a damn good job, but we only got a fucking 70 again. That class is going to KILL my GPA. Fucking asshole teacher. Anyways, directly after class i quickly grabbed food and headed to work. Yeah, i covered a 12-4 shift. Really bad idea. Working in the day time, especially with certain people, was NOT fun. I told myself i wouldn't do it again, but i lied. Because i'm doing it again in a few days. But still, it was shitty. Directly after that i studied for about 20 minutes before heading to my next class for my science class. I rushed through that, and it sucked, hardcore. Way too long of a test and far too much writing for a science course. Directly after thattt, Corey, Tierney, Angelina, and i ran to the shuttle and took the bus into White Plains. We went and got food at the mall, and then headed to the movies. We went to go see Project X...which was absolutely AMAZINGGG. I highly recommend everyone seeing that. It was incredible. And the soundtrack was the best ever. We then booked it back to school, where i started to get ready for work. I was actually about to be early, but Corey and i ended up getting into a HUGE fucking fight. Like, short, but very intense. Intense enough to almost break a metal door and to scare all my suitemates. So i cried a lot, and that sucked, and i was late to work. But eventually we made up, and i got to work. While there i did the usual..True Blood..homework..etc. At 2am i went home, and after an extremely long day, passed the fuck out.

Friday is a huge story in itself, much like the last blog, except in a negative light. Yeah..you'll want to continue...trust me.

We The Kings Shenanigans - Legit

Sunday happened to be one of the greatest nights of my life. Unfortunately i cannot say the same about the day time. It started by waking up in an uncomfortable position on the couch. Corey was pretty much still passed out. I, however, at 2pm decided i needed to wake up because i had a 5 page paper to write. So while he was still sleeping, i did my paper for two hours. Finally by around 330, right before i finished, he got up. He had to go home to spend a bit more time with his family, so he walked home (he lives down the road..convenient, eh?), and i continued homework. Around 430 i showered and packed up since i had a long night ahead of me. All that was planned was that me and Corey were seeing The Downtown Fiction, Mayday Parade, and We The Kings at Mount Saint Mary College because Danielle got us free tickets since she was working the event. I had seen all of them before, but i love all three so i was like hey, why not. After the show she was going to bring us back to school, and either crash or go back depending on how tired she was. Well, that plan turned out to be far different, but in a very good way. However, i thought everything was going to go to shit considering my dad and i got into a huge argument right before we left. He was supposed to drop me and Corey off at the concert. Which he did, but almost a half hour late (luckily we were still on time). What happened was he decided to ask if i needed money for anything. Now, he always asks this. And i know i should always say yes because he has it. But i don't because then i feel guilty and things get shitty and its daddy daughter issues and blah blah you know the rest. For once i said yes, because i had just gotten into a huge dispute with my mom over our damn housing deposit and it needed to be in asap and i didn't have $100. She eventually put the money in my account which she didn't have..at all..so i asked my dad for the money so i could have it and eventually pay her back. Stupid me mentioned that when i asked for it, and he FLIPPED. Long story short, it was the typical father daughter fight, except i am extremely sensitive and every time he talks to me none the less semi yells, i cry and freak out. So that happened, and it sucked. After a half hour of that, i finally got the money, and we went to pick up Corey. At this point i am in an awful mood, and we continued our "talk" the whole way there, so that made things worse. By the end i was settled down, but it still didn't predict a good outlook for the rest of the night.

It was 630ish when we got dropped off. We put our things in Danielle's car and headed inside. We sat down in the auditorium and waited for the show to start (i know..a pop punk show in an auditorium..weird. Finally The Downtown Fiction came out, and they were good as usual. I only knew one song well, but it was a good performance. Afterwards Mayday Parade came out, and i almost cried. Yeah, i'm that much of a fan. They are absolutely incredible. They're normal back up and lead vocals drummer wasn't able to perform due to damaged vocal chords, so the bassist replaced him. Even so, the band sounded amazing, and almost landed me in tears as usual. They played two of my favorite songs, Jersey and Black Cat. So i was veryyy pleased. After that Corey and i went and bought Mayday shirts, and then went back inside for We The Kings. They're not my favorite as far as music, but i've seen them four times now, and they are so entertaining every time. Travis always has funny commentary, and out of the two times i met him he was very sweet. Well, we saw their performance. Which included a sad story about their bassist who wasn't their due to having a seizure from a brain tumor. But then he told a funny story about their drummer who was only playing with one hand due to being in a cast. He said that they were out on a boat, and there was an iceberg, and the Danny the drummer stuck his arm inbetween the boat and the iceberg to save 300 kittens. Yeah, it was crazy. By the end of their show it was around 10 and everyone was pumped and exhausted. Corey and i leave and try to find Danielle, since she had to clean up and we had to wait. She told us to wait in the chairs in the lobby. So we did. Inbetween the two or so hours she had to help clean, she came to us and asked if we minded possibly getting food with Mayday Parade since she hung with them all day and got one of their numbers. I almost shit myself, and of course we both said no of course not. So we anticipated this happening..and waited..and waited. And what ended up happening wasn't that, but something far better.

By the time Danielle was done which was around 12, we were cold and tired. But we went outside, trying to figure out what was going on. The plan with Mayday Parade fell through, due to no answer or official plan, BUT something crazier was planned. One of Danielle's friends who also worked the show invited We The Kings to her apartment where she was throwing a party. Not only did they say yes, but we were invited. Yeah, i KNOW. So while we were waiting, Travis (lead singer) was just walking around with his best friend and drum tech Yoshi. They sat by us in the lobby, and i had to just not say anything and keep from jumping out of my chair. So then we headed to the party, and then went for an alcohol run. When we came back, Travis and Yoshi were there. Again, so surreal. I almost shit myself. I mean, i had met Travis before..but as a fan meeting a famous singer..not as a group of friends partying. Like, what? So we all chilled (there were like 15-20 of us) and started drinking. Travis had his drink in his hand the whole time..a mixture of absinthe and mountain dew (which i had a sip of..absolutely delicious. Yeah, i drank out of Travis Clark's cup...shoot me now. But then we played pong...yes i played pong with Travis Clark...shoot me now. I know i'm tooting my own horn..sorry. But this night was absolutely ridiculous. Anyway, we did that for over an hour. It was so much fun. I talked with some band members, drank a good amount, and had a great night. But all good things come to and end.

Eventually, around 2am, Danielle told us it was time to go. She had to drive us back to school. This made me extremely upset, but i dealt. I went and said by to everyone. And then said goodbye to Travis last. At this point i was a little intoxicated..my four loko was hitting me..so i asked him for a picture. And it was no holds barred so i showed him a photo from over two years ago at another show where i first met him and we were standing together. He even remembered the show and where it was. Which made me super happy. So then we left. And i was still in shock at what my night just was. We drove back to school, at 3am, completely wired from our night. Overtired definitely. And i was drunk. Like it hit me as we were driving home. So i spilled my loko all over myself and my bag, which made her car smell for a week. Whoops. Sorry darling. But we got back and she crashed in the common room. Corey and i attempted to go to stay up and spend time together, but Tierney was sleeping and we were both too drunk, so we eventually passed out by around 4am. What a crazy, crazy night...

Filled End of Week/Beginning of Weekend

I guess i shall start with Thursday. It started off terribly, and continued to be terrible. I woke up, for my 1030 class, as per usual. I had stayed up quite late the night before doing homework and watching movies as i stated in the last blog. My fault, yes, but i did that knowing i had a purpose to wake up. I headed to class and received a text while halfway there, in the freezing cold mind you, that class was cancelled for the day. Again, my fault for not checking my email, but it's 9am when i freaking wake up. I don't want to check my email that early. So i stand there, freezing and pissed, and begin to turn around when i realized i was planning to go to student services after class anyway for help with housing next year. Mind you, i thought since before i came to this school that i was supposed to have 36 credits before i were to move into the apartments, not a semester before. I was supposed to move in with Ali and others. I had this plan for months. So alllll of my other friends made plans. Either they were in the apartments as well or had a roommate in Big Haus. Basically, i was screwed without and apartment. So i went in to talk to Emily Balcom about being in an apartment. I literally had NO where else to live. Her student helper said she was in a meeting and would say no. I emailed her anyway, telling her my whole story. We emailed back and forth for about 8 emails. Since this is a school blog i am going to be polite and basically say that she was beyond rude. I got very short, snippy answers in regards to everything. I have 35 of the 36 needed credits. She can't make one exception? Not only that, but i give 2 more options.. gender neutral or a single..and she was extremely rude about those as well. Making it seemingly impossible to be anywhere but with someone i don't know, and not caring. I was so infuriated, but i had to go to the counseling center to schedule an appointment. Which i had been meaning to do since last semester. In desperate need of it.

So, i did that, and angrily walked back to my dorm. From what i remember i did some homework, tried to work out more housing shit, and then possibly napped. Either way, i headed to my 430 still infuriated. Then luck struck me. I ran into a girl i kind of knew from facebook who was in my class, and after talking about the homework that neither of us did, we started talking about housing. I explained my shitty situation, and she had one just as shitty. Earlier i had talked to some girls about housing with them in a suite, but based on what Sarah told me, it wasn't the best idea. Plus, 8 girls isss a bit too many. So after class i messaged her and we talked about what we were going to do. After about 30 minutes of talking, i finally bit the bullet and asked if she wanted to room together. Long story short, she said yes. And we're going to try and get a double in the Fort and that's that. We both have boyfriends that are there all the time, and we're both okay with it, we have the same equality tattoo, same (semi same) interests. It worked out perfectly, hopefully. And i got extremely lucky. So that night after all that was settled, i went to work. 4 hours later Corey and i went back to the dorm. We were both wide awake, and i had to get up at 6am that morning anyway, so we just did homework for like 2 hours. Then attempted to watch I Am Number Four again, which was another fail. So around 5am we finally went to bed.

I woke up an hour later, at 6am, due to having to catch a 7:20 shuttle to Metro North. It was NOT fun. Running on 1 hour of sleep, having to finish packing and having to get ready...it sucked to be honest. I said goodbye to Corey and headed down to the bus stop with a shit ton of luggage in the freezing cold. From then on for about 2 hours i felt like i was going to throw up. Most likely due to lack of sleep and no food. Eventually i got on the shuttle, iPod in ear to tune the world out so early, and got off at Metro North. While there i sat on the bench for a half hour waiting for my stupid Trailways bus to get there. Meanwhile, i'm freezing my ass off and this extremely obnoxious girl decides to chat my ear off for 25 minutes. Not a great start to my morning. Finally the bus came, in which i attempted to read, play Angry Birds, and take a nap the whole 2 hour ride back to Kingston. I got off the bus, saw snow (crazy, i know), and my mom and Mema (grandmother) picked me up. I certainly did not miss being home. I always hate going back. We went to a diner and ate food. That i DID miss. I miss upstate diner food so much. I ordered a delicious omelet and home fries. I ended up being super hyper and talking my mom and my grandmother's ear off, most likely because of being so overtired, and my mom thought i was on drugs. It took me two days to convince her it was just lack of sleep. But after that we went to my doctor's appointment, which was my whole reason for coming home. After having an awkward and uncomfortable meeting with the doctor, i walked out with a prescription for a new antibiotic. That i now have to take every day. For the rest of my life. Loljk..i hope not. But i have to take it for the next 3 months every day. Not only that, but now my birth control will be less effective. That's going to be great...anyway. After the appointment i went back to Mema's and stayed there to visit with my aunt who came in from Vegas, and my cousin and her 6 month old Anthony. I'm not a huge family person, but it was nice to see them. Anthony is beyond adorable. By this time i was extremely exhausted. Running on 4 hours of sleep in over 24 hours is not a fun time.

After an hour or so there, we finally left and went home. I then planned to go out that night to Joe's, my favorite place to go out from home. It's a country bar (don't judge me..yes i line dance). Aj, one of my best friends, begged me to go. So i hesitantly said yes because i was so tired. I decided to take a nap, so i can be okay for that night. Well...bad idea. To begin with, Corey and i are now apart for hours. Longest in awhile. He went home as well, but his home is over an hour away. I don't mean to sound pathetic, but us being apart now usually causes tenseness in both of us. So i was frustrated, tired, missing him, and kind of mad because he got upset with me for wanting to go out because i was already "so tired." True story, but that's a bullshit reason. Either way, i wasn't going to listen to him. So i napped, after having sent only about 7 texts back and forth, in hours, with him. I woke up 2 hours later, still beyond tired. And now i felt like shit. My mom encouraged me to sleep more and not go out, of course. Corey said the same. So i debated and went back to sleep, hoping to wake up an hour later. I woke up again, 2 hours later, feeling even shittier. It's 830 now, and Aj was supposed to pick me up at 9. He even got me a mini bottle of Malibu. But i woke up, texted him that i couldn't go out, got yelled at by him, and attempted to go back to sleep. Of course that didn't really work.

So i texted Corey and we started talking, very sparingly. Apparently he had no service at his cousin Sarah's. Which i believed because i never do either, but still, he could've warned me more. Or seemed to care. I felt completely ignored, and completely miserable. At least he had people to be around! To top it off, he decided to tell me he was going to some guys house to chill and maybe drink and smoke hookah. Some place we were supposed to go together. So now, not only am i home alone, and miserable, and not going out in partial because of him, but he gets to go out and have a blast without me? Awesome. That put me in an even better mood. I tried to distract myself and around 10 i watched I Am Number Four with my mom. Didn't help too much. I also watched some politics and whatnot with her, in which i was informed who Rush Limbaugh is. And decided he can fall off a cliff. "Feminazis" my ass. But i went back in my room, tediously on facebook. Waiting for texts and not getting them. In those past 4 hours i got 2 brief calls and maybe 5 texts. I was NOT a happy camper. So, against my mom's wishes, i decided to take a bath at 2am and watch True Blood to serve as another distraction. Well, i ended up being in there for over two hours, not really watching my show but instead fighting with Corey. Who clearly didn't understand how upset i was. And just tried to make it worse. After i got out i went back to my bedroom, and for the next 4 hours went back and forth with him. As always, i was the bad guy. Long story short, he said some really hurtful things, i became beyond angry and upset, and i stayed up until 630am when i eventually cried myself to sleep. It was such a fun time.

Saturday wasn't too exciting from my recollection. I only stayed that day and didn't come back to school due to a concert i was going to on Sunday. So Saturday i woke up, got packed, and my dad came and picked me up around 2. We went home, and they left for some show, so i went and did errands. At this point, Corey was back home, down the road from me, so i asked if he wanted to come with me, since we didn't really talk yet that day. He had pulled an all-nighter with friends so he was oh so tired...yeah. But i went and got him, and we were off. I had to go to Kingston to pick up and few more things from my moms, so we did that. And then i went to Ink Inc. to get my tattoo touched up since it was pretty faded already. There i saw my old best friend of about ten years Kim, getting herself a tattoo. That was interesting. I really wonder what happened to us sometimes. So close for so long and now we don't even talk...okay enough sad thoughts. After that we headed back to Highland, in which during our car ride and whatnot, we semi talked things out. He kind of apologized, though i wish i got more, and i explained to him my side. I was upset because of so many things...the long day, feeling shitty, the things he said, and most of all, being the bad guy. I hate the fact his friends and family, for the most part, see me as the bad guy. "I always hurt him..i'm a bitch." Blah blah. It sucks. Because most of them don't know about my BPD and whatnot. Soooo, that's a whole other issue. But we talked, and as usual things went back to normal (ish).

After i dropped him back home, i went and met Danielle at the new Sushi place in Highland called Asian Garden. Second time going there, and the food was great like last time. Although the service sucked. But it wasss packed, so whatever. We caught up and talked about our guy issues, and other life things. Ya know, typical girl gossip. She knows pretty much all there is to know about me, and vice versa, so it's always nice to catch up. Then we made plans for the next day and i headed home. It was around 7 at this point, and my parents still weren't home. I was like, what the fuck. So i texted my dad where he was and they were 5 min away at a family friend's bday party. I decided to stop by and say hi and wish Eric a happy birthday. I stayed for a short time, just long enough to eat some AMAZING brownies and say hi to a bunch of people i haven't seen in months, and some years. I went back home and had my Aj come over for a bit, since we didn't hang out the night before. He came and brought my Malibu which made me quite happy, and then we just chilled and watched tv for a couple hours. We caught up, talked about life, etc..like usual. Meanwhile, my dad said him and Lauren would be back soon. Two hours later..almost 11 pm, they still weren't back. So i had Corey come over once his parents went to bed, and then us 3 hung out for a bit. Eventually Aj left, and Corey and i had our time together. However, i didn't know when my parents were going to be back, soooo alone alone time didn't occur. We just watched tv and movies and whatnot, and then once again attempted to watch I Am Number Four. Right as we started it my parents finally came home. My dad came down, talked for a bit, and said goodnight. Afterwards we kept watching the movie. Normally we pull out the couch from the other room and turn it into a bed. Well, we were both obviously far too tired because before the movie got half over, we both fell asleep on the couch. And that it how we slept for the night. Another fail on watching this damn movie...

This day...Sunday...far too great of a day, well night, to still keep in this blog. So the story shall commence in the next blog. Stay tuned :)