He's baaaaaaaaaack!!!

It has been a loooong time since I've had the opportunity to write here. I'm sure you'll forgive me when you see what I've been up to.

Last time I posted, I might've fibbed. Chris and I were about to head on a trip to Ohio, where we surprised Katie (and Kat, no less!) To help with the surprise, I posted about how nothing was going on and how dull my life was.
And you all believed that?????? God, it's like you don't know me at all. :P

Anyhow, so we went to Ohio with his mother to visit his family and to see Katie and Kat. On the trip, he asked me to stop go go dancing -- and, yes, I have. Color me whipped, I guess. We also began to set up the ways we would stay in touch while I was out here -- World of Warcraft accounts (yesss, we're geeks, try not to be too ashamed of me). He also gave me a webcam. And of course, we have phones.

Anyways, we got back and immediately I began to prepare for my return to Pennsylvania for school -- which was merely days away. My Aunt Susan and Uncle Robert also came to RI for a visit in the same few days. I saw them one day, which was a day spent with Chris as well -- and thne I was off.

I got pulled over on my way to PA in New Jersey. I won't go into too much detail, but I owe $240 dollars for my speeding ticket. And -- strangely enough -- my financial situation isn't terrible so I'm not really worried about it.

The really terrible things started happening when I got to Pennsylvania. See, I had planned to live in this in-law apartment four blocks away from campus. When I got to PA they informed me that their property had been put up for sale and that I could met on a month-to-month basis. I was like "Uhhhh....no" and began my trek as a hobo, bouncing first from Jess' apartment to Nicole's apartment, to Jason's couch, to finally getting a place with Carl and Damon! I'm back in the apartment complex I lived in with Katie last school year, but with each of us paying a third of the rent it works out to be a pretty good deal.

I started classes as a hobo, so getting into the swing of things has been pretty difficult. We're still moving in. Chris came this weekend to visit, which was good because this distance thing has been incredibly difficult for us both on top of all of this. He left today.

So, now you're all caught up!!! :)

"You're a dreamer, dreaming's what you do"

So, before I update you all on my life in general...I want to tell you about my accident.

You see, I was downloading music and I accidentally downloaded "Sorry's Not Good Enough" by McFly. I've never heard any of McFly's music before, although I've heard of the bad.
As it turns out, I love it.

So, that's my accident.

So, the weekend I was predicting turned out to be a little more out-of-the ordinary than I thought it would.
So, Thursday morning Kat, Katie, and I went to Philly to pick up Katie's sister. Then, it was off to NYC to pick up more of her family. We met with Kat's boss at Punchline Magazine, an enterprise which I think has officially made her the most successful (career-wise) of my college friends to date. I mean, she just graduated and she has two paying gigs for e-zines. Bravo, bravo! (If you want to read her latest article, an interview with Jon Reep, you can see it here.)

Following that, we split up. Katie and Kat headed off to see the Colbert Report, for which they had V.I.P tickets. I headed off across Central Park to meet up with my friends Chris and David. We went to get coffee, and while we did that David got a phone call about a party that night. He asked if he could bring friends and they told him he could.
We'd all just been invited to an exclusive party by OUT Magazine at Saks Fifth Ave. THE Saks Fifth Avenue ON Fifth Ave!!!
When we got off the elevator to the men's department, we were immediately greeted by two beautiful swimwear models. One handed us keychains (which I collect, so that won me over instantly!) and explained that on each keychain there was a combination and if that combination opened the lock on any of the boxes placed randomly throughout the store, you got all of the merchandise that was in the box. We tried all the boxes, but, alas, we did not manage to open any of them.
Chris and I, having been caught totally surprise and not having come straight from a job on Wallstreet (like David had) were terribly underdressed and despite our usual self-confidence I we were a little self-conscious around all of the beautiful models that were wandering around. I thought I was Jonathan Vargas (who seems to have dropped off the face of the earth) as we were leaving, I didn't say anything to him though.
Anyways, that was quite possibly the most exciting thing ever. EVER. I can't wait to do it again.

I met up with Kat, Katie, and Katie's family later that night. We finally made it back to Pennsylvania around 2 in the morning. I woke up, went to Physical Therapy, came back and went to packing.
Downside? I'd been left alone with Katie's crazy religious-nutcase uncle. There aren't any experiences more awkward than that -- especially since I'd asked that he not be in the apartment as much as possible but, uhm, I don't know what happened to that but it's over so whatevs.

Moving on...Friday night, Cody swung by and picked me up. We headed down to Brendan's place and once we got there, it wasn't long before Brendan took Cody, Adam, Jeff, Jason, and I to see the house he's getting and moving to. It's GORGEOUS and I'm totally doing all my laundry there. (Sorry, Brendan, you don't get any say in this matter. The Fates and I have decided without you. :P)
So, then we went back to Brendan's to meet up with the other Jeff and then it was down to Town. Town wasn't anything unusual except that I knew more people as I'd met so many people last weekend. I had a blast. Well before I was ready (but ain't that how it always goes? I say the clubs should all close at 5 am :P), we headed out.

I woke up bright and early, got dressed, and headed over to campus for the graduation ceremony. I watched with Stephan, and then I went back to the apartment to finish packing. Cody, bless him, came over and helped me move things over to the storage unit.
Katie and I went to the diner one last time together. The food was delicious, the ranch dressing was addictive, it was pretty much the usual.
I went out with my straight guy friends and Crystal one more time before Crystal truly departed for the cruel, harsh world of post-college life.

The next day I drove home to Rhode Island in driving rain all day. Nobody in the country knows how to drive in rain, so it was an especially miserable day. When I arrived at my parents' house, my elbow hurt and it was bright red. I paid no attention.

The next day, I woke up and went to my class. The professor informed us that, despite this being Chem 101, it was equivalent to an AP course and was designed for majors. I was all "Crap! I had to get this course pre-approved!" Long story of agonizing self-doubt cut short, I ended up dropping the course and adding a Biology to my fall schedule. No biggie. (Actually, huge biggie, but I'm trying not to think about it. :P)

Tuesday night, all of that school stuff behind me, Grace and I went out to karaoke, which was a blast. She and my friend Francis were the most popular singers there (which was cool, although other people who are not as naturally blessed in the vocal department and who were trying really hard and having a really good time were also really well received). It was generally awesome. And, of course, I got to see a bunch of my friends I hadn't seen yet.
It was the sort of night that a night out in Providence should be like, and I was psyched that I was home.

So, of course, I woke up the next morning with a fever of 102 degrees. My left arm was entirely swollen and bright red -- but I had sleeves on so we didn't know this yet. Still, we suspected my elbow was somehow infected.
So, off we went to the walk-in clinic down the street. And lo and behold, my elbow was infected. They took off the steri-strips, which were still on me because the nurse who had put them on had told me they would come off on their own and not to worry, giving me no time frame and no idea that I could take them off myself. And under these steri-strips; the source of my infection. That self-same nurse had left in a stitch! (Even though I'd asked her to double-check about that....stupid incompetent little bitch...)
So, I was put on antibiotics, including a burn cream (antibiotics that absorb through the skin). I've been holed up all week trying to get better so I can go out and do stuff. Now, I finally feel good again! But I still have a very splotchy, red arm.

Anyways, I should be able to go out again by Tuesday night. I'm keeping my fingers crossed because there is nothing like being stuck in my parents' house with no way out to drive me totally INSANE, right? :P

Oh, but we rented 27 Dresses from the Red Box. I've seen it before, but Mom and Grandma hadn't. They loved it, of course. Cause I've got good taste. I'm trying to decide what I want to get from the Red Box next, but there's so many good choices!

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...)