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...)

"Another Ray of Sunshine..."

So, I'm sick.

But I haven't let that hold me back.

I had been in denial over my being sick for several days -- "allergies" I told everyone. Last night, when the fever started, it became an unavoidable fact. I'm sick, again.

Of course, the fever started while I was driving to Stallions to say bye to my friends who work at that club. Too late to change my plans now, I reasoned. So I stayed at Stallions for a while, then I headed out to Club XS to say bye to everyone. By the time I got to XS I was so sick I basically passed out on a couch in one of the little private rooms. Most people found me, some people didn't, which was fine. I left early and passed out in my bed in the dorm for a little under twelve hours. When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat.

I started packing, then I headed over to the apartment to do some more painting and moving stuff. Katie is going to be gone for a few days, so I was trying to get as much done for her as I could. In my sick state, I didn't end up getting as much done as I had hoped.

I am now finishing up packing. My plan is to be all packed when the parents (and my brother who is coming after all, although we didn't think he'd be able to) get here. I'll take them over to the apartment, we'll throw some more stuff in (and steal the Swiffer), and then we'll come back to the dorm, pack up the cars, Swiffer the floor, and be gone (although we will have to stop by the apartment again, I'm realizing, if we borrow the Swiffer).

Mom wants to visit Chocolate World, which while I'm not opposed to that, I'd really like to just go and get home to Rhode Island as soon as possible, you know? And I'm not sure how to get to Chocolate World anyways.

"Don't give up, it's just the weight of the world"

I'm gonna throw a pic from Saturday at ya before I get into the rant about last night. It was Matthias' birthday, so Twin Brendan and I made sure it was our best night (even if the tips sucked we sure kicked ass).Yeah, so Frankie jumped in to pose with us, which made it even better. Woot, woot!

Anyways...this whole thing could just be me overreacting, I've had some stuff going on that I haven't written about (and that I'm still not going to write about, at least not today) that's made me a little on edge with everyone but I actually think I'm right on the ball with this.
You see, last night Stallions had their very first 18+ Thursday night. So I decided, hey, instead of going to the club I work at where I don't really have as much fun as I could because I spend most of the night telling people that I don't work on Thursdays and that I want to hang out with my friends, instead of actually hanging out with my friends. I swear, it's a good night if I say "I'm not stripping tonight" only fifty times.
So, I went to Stallions. I wasn't quiet about it either. I told a ton of people that I was going, and nearly all of them reassured me that I would see them there. Tall Brendan (with Robbie and Damon in tow) and Cody were the only ones who even bothered to show up at all, and even then the first things they said were "I'm/we're leaving soon for XS. Are you coming?" And I probably got about 10 texts saying "Wow, XS is great, you should come here!"
The thing is, Stallions was great and that was the one night I actually said "Hey, this is where I want to go." Usually, I go along with everyone else...to XS, where I don't have as much fun and don't really get to spend time with them.
Now, I have four weeks left of school. Four weeks before I go back to Rhode Island for three months. Another thing I haven't exactly been quiet about. Am I asking too much that one night, just one, we go where I want to? Do something I want to? I didn't think so, but apparently it is.

Am I being unreasonable here? Somebody tell me.