crimsonbeauty

Very interesting week so far.

Wednesday night was just baaaaad. I won't be drinking that much again for a while. I got off of work around 11:30 then went home and changed and went with my roommate straight to Blue Eyes' house. However, roommate's bf refused to come with us and was really pissed off that she went without him. He was invited but decided to be a little bitch because he had to work at 10 in the morning. So he threatened to move out (sweet) and at 1am drove an hour home to his mom's house and stayed there for two days. Drama, but not the interesting part of the evening.

So I get to the house and I am so stressed out still from work, that I decide it would be a great idea to immediately upon arriving, bong five beers. I then find out that one of the girls there has been hooking up with Blue Eyes for the past two weeks, he had just been preventing us from meeting e/o until this night. And I'm starting to feel like he wants to hook up with my roommate. And after the events that happened later on in the night, I honestly don't give a shit anymore. He's still cool to hang out with, but I'm not going to go out of my way to chill with him anymore.

So Lindsey, the girl Blue Eyes is hooking up with, brings out some pot. And after the experience of passing out on some random girl's deck, I don't care for pot so much anymore. But Sam has never really smoked pot that much, just a few times with me over the course of freshman year. So we're smoking out of a bong and a piece and she has neither done either (we loved the blunts back in the day haha). So I pull up hits for her, and couldn't help but to take a few puffs or so, because sometimes you just can't help it, it smells and tastes so good, y'know? So this combination of at least 12 beers over the course of 2 hours, smoking pot, and being dead fucking tired from working allllll week, after a round or two of beer pong, I claim the couch. With my shoes off mind you.

Around 2:30 am Blue Eyes' douchebag roommate comes home from work. He's sober and all of us are totally hammered. He is really an asshole, but when he's drunk its multiplied by 100. He bongs four beers as soon as he gets home (beer he didn't pay for either, which pisses me the hell off). He then decides to fuck with me because I'm sleeping on the couch. And by the way, I was sooo not the first passed out, other people passed out on the sofa bed first. While I'm completely passed out, Douchebag duct tapes my hands together, my feet together, and puts duct tape on my mouth. While this is going on, Blue Eyes and my roommate are taking pictures. My roommate, I'm not pissed at, because I know she was really fucked up because she's not used to being high and drunk at the same time. Also, she was the first to yell at Douchebag to take it off (she just wanted pictures first, which is kind of funny) but Blue Eyes should take responsibility as owner of the house, to protect his passed out friends who are girls from his asshole fucking roommate. It's one thing to draw on people with sharpies, thats hilarious, to maybe duct tape me to the couch (clothing on). It is entirely different to restrain me while I am completely passed out: that's just fucking scary.

This was almost enough for me to swear off drinking altogether, and if you know me, that would be quite a change. I did however swear off drinking at Blue Eyes' house while Douchebag is there, and told Blue Eyes that, and that I was pissed that he didn't do more to protect me. He apologized... but I don't think that's enough. I don't feel safe drinking with him anymore I guess, and drinking is a major bonding thing among friends in college.

For me, if I don't feel safe around the guys that I'm drinking with, or if I don't have a friend I know will take care of me, I won't drink, or I won't drink a lot. Normally with my roommate, I'm the one holding her hair back at the end of the night while she throws up, because she is tiny. So that was stupid of me I guess, but was it so wrong to think I could trust people? Ugh.

So we were both prettty much super hungover all day Thursday. I think I may have even driven drunk home that morning. And I know that's terrible, but I wanted the fuck out of there. My true hangover hit me about an hour before I had to go to work, ew. So when I got home from work that night, roommate and I just vegged out and watched a movie, which is nice. As much as I love going out, its so nice to just sit at home and chill with your good friends.

At this point, I've accepted that I have no chance with Blue Eyes even if I wanted it. He's focused on having girls that he can't have. His ex hangs out with Douchebag every single day, then the girl he's hooking up with sleeps in Douchebag's bed that night, and he wants my roommate, who has a boyfriend. I decide I'm cool with it, because being underage and all, I can always benefit from having more friends that are 21, and when he's not being stupid, he's fun to hang out with.

Last night I worked, what a surprise. I was talking to the one girl there, about my ex-boyfriend situation. I was telling her how I've only been single for about 6 months and that right now I just want to have fun, I don't want a boyfriend, I just want to date lots of guys. For some reason it seems that whenever I say this, I end up meeting someone. Also, I found it interesting that when I was on the phone with my dad earlier he prayed for me to have a good night at work and to have nice customers who would treat me well and tip me well (my dad is a pastor/doctor if you were wondering). One of my last table of the night is a bunch of "punk" kids. Y'know, they are decked out in the boots, jean jackets covered in patches and studs, the works. One of the kids at the table was incredibly obnoxious, but the others were all pretty nice. One was even pretty hot. They stayed for about an hour and said some hilariously wrong and or obscene things to me and about my co-workers, including my manager. Since it was busy and not many people could hear them though, I left it alone. I also started talking to Rob, the hot one. I ended up giving him my number but I didn't think he'd actually call.

He texted me around 11:45 right when I got home from work. I was supposed to go to some party that Blue Eyes and Al were at but I decided to punish them for Wednesday night and to go to... I think I'll call him Spike because he was covered in them... Spike's house. The reason that I gave Spike my number was due to that number one, he was hot, number two, he told me he has pit bulls and how much he loves them. Having pits and taking care of them correctly says so much about someone's character to me. So I decided to go over (I took my toothbrush just in case). Two of the cooks from work, Sean and Andre, called me and said that they wanted to chill with me, and Spike said that they could come, so they came over and brought some 40s and some weed. I just drank about half a 40 cuz I wasn't sure yet if I would have to drive home that night.

Spike and I got along so well, it was kind of crazy. I thought I had a lot in common with Blue Eyes, Spike is like my male counterpart. We've had a lot of the same experiences growing up and have a lot of the same values. So after everyone left, he asked me to stay over, and I said yes. We attempted to watch Bandits, but it was kind of hard to focus what with all the making out and groping. Somehow I managed to stick to my moral guns and thats as far as it went. We finally fell asleep in this tiny bed with both of his pits at our feet. To me, that was the perfect end to a very fun evening. He said that I should call him when I get off of work if he doesn't come in to visit me. I'm really excited about this guy, but I'm afraid to be, because every time I get excited about someone, it doesn't work out.

Anyway, thanks to all of you who read this incredibly long update. I hope you're all doing well.
Love y'all .