05-31-2004 - 9:30 a.m.
And the Smackass Award goes to...
Yeah, you know it.
ME.
So, it's 9:30 in the morning, and I just got home about an hour ago from being out last night. How'd I get home? The so-called "Shawn" of my previous entry dropped me off.
STUPID is the only word that comes to mind right now. I am just so incredibly fucking idiotically STUPID that it makes me sick. Going home with him last night was by far one of the worst decisions I've ever made. First off, my parents think I'm a freaking whore cause I called them at 4 in the morning to say I wouldn't be home and my mom is just like "Are you at that guy's house???" And me, being of Smackass fame, was all like "Yeah!". Secondly, he's now onto my psycho-bitch tendencies since right in the middle of hooking up I just stopped and totally went off on him about how freaking upset I was last time when we hooked up and then he totally ignored me when the alcohol wore off. He claimed to feel really bad about it when I said all this shit, but he must not have felt that bad, because at 8:00 this morning he woke me up and was like "Sorry, but I'm taking you home." There was dead silence during the car ride and I got a nice "I'll be talking to you" as I got out of the car. It's true, he will be talking to me. He'll be nice and talk to me in a week or 2 weeks or whenever the hell I randomly run into him at a bar or at work. But, he won't call. Cause he's sober now.
The thing is, he's a really nice guy. I think that's the most attractive thing about him. He's nice and normal, a combination that's surprisingly hard to find these days. But I'm slowly learning that I apparently am not deserving of nice and normal.
While driving me home, he dropped this comment about drama, and how girls are always entrenched in it. But the truth is, 99% of the drama that girls are caught up in is guy induced. For example, last night the first bar Katie and I went to we had to quickly leave because we ran into this guy she used to date. She was nothing but nice to him, but one night when it was snowing and he was drunk and wanting to get laid she told him she wasn't gonna drive over because it was bad weather. Instead of being concerned for her safety and well being like you'd hope any normal person would be, he screamed at her, called her a slut and a whore, and never talked to her again. So yeah, there was some drama last night when we showed up at this bar and accidentally ran into him, but I really don't think you can say it's Katie's fault. No girl deserves to be mistreated like that, so the drama is all on him.
Anyways, besides this morning's awfulness, the rest of my weekend was actually great. Friday night I went out with a lady from work to a different town than usual. It was pretty nice to not see all the same freaking faces at the bar for once. Saturday was the infamous farm party which of course, was awesome. These people just go nuts planning this thing, and I have to say they do a kick ass job. Last night was actually a really really fun night out up until I made my fatal mistake of not just going home. Normally when I got out with my friends from here I can't be my dancing machine self because no one dances, plus we rarely go to any dancing spots anyways. But, Shawn was drunk enough to be convinced to hit the dance floor and we had SO much fun. See, I don't get it. Getting physical ruins everything. I had so much fun hanging out with him last night and then suddenly it's all complicated once you go home.
It just fucking sucks!
