So... Saturday...
Not two hours after I wrote that last journal entry, I was at my old college (no, it's not good to be back) setting up for my mom's birthday party and getting HAMMERED. I was in a terrible mood. I hated all of my friends. I was anticipating a long depressing night of avoiding my ex and making small-talk with old people while getting as drunk as possible. I was well on my way before any guests arrived.
I wandered around the room with my camera, hoping no one would talk to me if I looked like I was doing something. I had some success with this.
(bad picture- but I just noticed Vic has even bigger sideburns than Adam-- which is saying alot, believe me)
The ex never showed up-- thank GOD. Though I did hear some rather horrifying news about him that made me want to VOMIT (more about that some other day.)
But I ended up finding people to talk to-- all these people who I didn't even know had been invited showed up-- including a couple of girls who I went to high school with-- and I realized I could FINALLY talk to them without feeling like they were so much cooler than me... after 5 years the horrible socialy crippling effects of being the huge geek that I was back then seem to have worn off. Awesome.
And then Adam called, from a payphone down the street, asking for directions on how to get to the party. He'd gotten home from that wedding, got my frantic message from earlier in the day about how everyone cancelled on me, and immediately got back in the car and drove down to be there for me. I was so surprised and it just made my night. He is officially the best boyfriend ever.
I proceeded to have a good time. Here's me having a good time:
The End.
Not two hours after I wrote that last journal entry, I was at my old college (no, it's not good to be back) setting up for my mom's birthday party and getting HAMMERED. I was in a terrible mood. I hated all of my friends. I was anticipating a long depressing night of avoiding my ex and making small-talk with old people while getting as drunk as possible. I was well on my way before any guests arrived.
I wandered around the room with my camera, hoping no one would talk to me if I looked like I was doing something. I had some success with this.
(bad picture- but I just noticed Vic has even bigger sideburns than Adam-- which is saying alot, believe me)
The ex never showed up-- thank GOD. Though I did hear some rather horrifying news about him that made me want to VOMIT (more about that some other day.)
But I ended up finding people to talk to-- all these people who I didn't even know had been invited showed up-- including a couple of girls who I went to high school with-- and I realized I could FINALLY talk to them without feeling like they were so much cooler than me... after 5 years the horrible socialy crippling effects of being the huge geek that I was back then seem to have worn off. Awesome.
And then Adam called, from a payphone down the street, asking for directions on how to get to the party. He'd gotten home from that wedding, got my frantic message from earlier in the day about how everyone cancelled on me, and immediately got back in the car and drove down to be there for me. I was so surprised and it just made my night. He is officially the best boyfriend ever.
I proceeded to have a good time. Here's me having a good time:
The End.
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I know about the whole dork thing. The funny thing is, I've noticed that after High School...I became WAY cooler than those preppy jack-asses.