I've decided that I'm going to write in this more often! I don't care if other people read it or how badly I plan on writing in it, I just need an outlet for my feelings and stuff.
So this weekend was crazy. Friday, went to Hailey's and listened to bad hip hop and got drunk. Saturday, went to Bob, Sofi and Jon's transgender housewarming and got very drunk, passed out on their couch, woke up, went to ruby's, and then tripped acid with them (and Matt G and Tyler) starting Sunday afternoon through this morning. GOD, I just cannot tell anyone enough how simply amazing and beautiful being on LSD is. I did some cool artwork. The only thing I'll advise is that if you do acid, please please make sure you'll be doing it with a tiny group of really good friends in an enclosed space and not with complete strangers. :) because that would suck for you, and you wouldn't enjoy its amazingness nearly enough.
So anyway, Matt G and I were surmising last night that our lives are very much just like chick flicks (I was probably on the verge of crying and eating out of a tub of ice cream in a lawn chair and slippers when we came to this conclusion). My past week has had the perfect formula of drama and romance!
On wednesday night I went bowling with some co-workers (Tabatha, Dylan, Andwar). So we were drinking and bowling and Tabatha got a call around midnight from LUKE, my coworker which I've had a giant crush on since the first time we smiled at each other.
He'd been hanging out with some other co-workers but then he decided to come by to the bowling alley and say hi. So anyway, he was pretty drunk when he got there. He ordered a drink, said hi, and went to the bar to smoke a cigarette, and I made Tabatha come and smoke a cigarette with me at the bar also after a few minutes. Luke signaled at meee to come over theeere after I'd asked him to come talk with us, so I did, and we started talking about random stuff since we don't get much chance to converse during work. He gave me his drink. So he asked me if I wanted to go to Wendy's before we all left the bowling alley to smoke at Dylan's and I was hungry and wanted to hang out with him, so I said okay (enthusiastically in my head, but very coolly aloud). So we went to Wendy's and ordered and were talking about music and specifically the Beatles and then about Across the Universe, which I never got to see. He expressed horror that I hadn't seen it yet and then said, "Well we can go back to Dylan's and smoke, or, and this is the better option, we can go back to my place and watch Across the Universe." and I was like, okay! but in a cool way of course.
At his house we started watching the movie and we were sitting close to each other, arms touching. We watched and talked and made fun of each other for a while, and he put his arm around me. I was uncomfortable with just sitting like that so I put my arm around him in response and we just sat for a while with our arms around each other, and I could tell he was smelling my hair and kinda leaning in, so I was like: =D
I told him, "So if I act kinda awkward around you at work it 'cause I dunno what to say to someone cute when I like them."
So he smiled down at me and I smiled up at him and then he kissed me.
A second later we kissed again, and then we started to make out.
I told him we would not have sex and he was very respectful although he was drunk, but we went to his room before his roommate came back and although we did make out we mostly just talked and joked around in his bed.
At around three in the morning (I had class the next day) I told him to take me back to my car and he expressed reluctance to let me leave. Well, he joked that I should get out and walk back to my car by myself, which wasn't even feasible since it was miles away. Finally he drove me back to it, I gave him a kiss bye, and we both drove to our respective homes.
Anyway, at work the next day I didn't know how to act so I didn't do anything, but we did make eye contact and smile at each other a few times. Same thing the next day, but I started to worry that maybe he didn't like me after all since he wasn't making any moves besides smiling on the off-chance that we'd make eye contact. After work we talked to each other, but in a group with everyone around, and when he finished his cigarette he flicked it and started walking to his car slowly, which I think was probably the perfect opportunity for me to talk to him, but I was too terrified that he didn't like me so I didn't.
Anyway though, upon further reflection, I'm pretty sure he likes me, and I'm a retard. Drunk or no, there's no way he would have unnecessarily initiated anything with me if he didn't. So tomorrow, hopefully we can sit next to each other at work and I can talk to him and flirt with him. Maybe I'll ask if I can make him a mix cd. That's always a good (albeit cliche) indicator of interest. I think that's the best way to go about it!
And that's the romance portion of my chick flick life.
The drama concerns a falling out I had with some very needy, clingy friends, but that doesn't bother me so much anymore because they were (like I said) needy and clingy, not to mention assholes and really, way below my usual friendship standards both intellectually and fashionably [bitchiest sentence yet]. The ringleader of this group would of course be Isaac. Seriously, how I could have thought I liked him at any point in time is completely lost on me. He is way way way below my standards. Anyway, we're not friends now so I don't have to worry about it anymore. AND he gave my hoodie (well, ours) to a homeless guy in New York! WHAT THE FUCK! UGH! I loved that hoodie. As for everyone else, fuck them too.
That completes this chick flick chapter of my life. Tune in next time!
oh, and I've been getting more and more into Belle and Sebastian lately, I think they may be one of my favorite bands now.
Current Music: belle and sebastian
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