Mother Effer!!!!

This went, very quickly, from being a fantastic weekend to being a highly crappy one.

Let me start at the beginning.
Thursday night I stayed in because the weather was bad. It was kind of nice, a little dull but whatever. It was the night I officially got my sleep schedule back on track.
(So, of course, my sleep schedule has been all effed up since then. :P)

Friday night, I thought I had to work an overnight at American Eagle (floorset this weekend!! Blah!) but the store manager called me to confirm my Saturday shift and I was like "Wait, wait, what about tonight?" and she was like "Floorset is Saturday and Sunday nights...."
So I felt kind of dumb, but I was excited because there was enough time to make arrangements to get to Town in DC.
Once we got there, I got bombarded with people I was being introduced to, who were introducing themselves to me. Apparently, I've officially been there enough to garner some attention for myself. I got introduced to one of the go go boys there, and afterwards he said to my friend "We love Graham, he's so full of energy." This bodes extremely well for my hope to go go dance there in the relatively near future.

Saturday, a whole group of us went to see 27 Dresses. It was extremely predictable, but it was cute and I loved it. From there, we all went to get dinner and then I left for work as they all began drinking.
Strangest thing -- on the way to work, I was forced to take a detour. The police and a bunch of firefighters had blocked off one side of the highway with flares (and then, behind the flares, by parking their cars) but unlike normally when the highway gets blocked off, there was no sort of gradual blocking off or like guiding cars to the exit you had to take. You just went up the hill and saw this like...wall of flares with a wall of police cars behind it and you had about two seconds to get over and off the highway before you hit them.

Last night I went to work overnight again. Rather than a nine-to-three shift, it was a six-to-midnight shift so that's left time for partying (because of today is a holiday). I went to the new 18+ night that Stallions is having. It wasn't crowded, but Stallions never is, but there were a lot of people there that I knew.
Including my ex. (Y'know, the one we don't talk about?) And he was there with his boyfriend.

Now, I know, know, know, I shouldn't be upset. I can see him without his boyfriend and be totally cool (course, then he's usually drunk and talking about how much he misses me which is annoying but not upsetting) but with a boyfriend? Drove me totally nuts. Why? That's a hella good question, but I'm guessing it's because of how I've been single for well over a year. Am I really more flawed than him? And if so, how and when did that happen?

So I came back from the club and was rather upset. I realized, since Katie was helping our friend Kat with some drama of her own (which has taken a terrible turn for the worse today, and I'm going in as back up as soon as I'm done writing this -- and I'm bringing cookies) I had no one to mope with before bed. I ended up going to the diner we usually go to and stress eating. It wasn't pretty.

EDIT: Kat wants as many people to know about the utter douche-bag-ness of her (now ex) boyfriend (David St. John, hate him in any and all ways that you can) as possible, so I'm going to give you all of the details.
So, last night, Kat received an IM from someone claiming to be her boyfriend's little sister. Kat was informed that he was in the hospital from some ulcerous condition and he'd be vomiting non-stop and etc. It was a pretty detailed explanation. Katie immediately went to comfort Kat.

This morning, Kat called douchebag's mother. She had no idea of what this illness had been, douchebag had not been admitted to the hospital, and was in Allentown. (That would be the town where his ex-girlfriend lives.) Douchebag's mother seemed to think that douchebag was still with this ex-girlfriend. Although he'd been dating Kat.

Today, he admitted that he IMed her and told her that he was in the hospital. Because he didn't want to see her. So, really, biggest douchebag ever. I've never even dated or met a guy this scummy, douchey, and utterly worthless.

He's not even pretty, you'd think he'd have the intelligence to know not to lose a catch like Kat. Like, he's not going to get anything that good again (especially not if I have any say in it...), because he's heinous. Rats are better looking...
(Of course, Kat would probably disagree with that assessment of his looks but the rest of it is true...)