And, oh yes, there's this:

Okay, small dilemma here...it's Providence Pride. All of my friends will want to go to other parties. Fortunately, I'm pretty sure the clubs are gonna be open later than usual sooooo...the plan is this: I go to XL. I meet Mr. Perfect. I remind myself I have no chance in hell. I tip Mr. Perfect. I leave, meet up with my friends, and am giddy all night.
Sounds good to me. :)
What if he's at Pride?? I could meet him there if he's there!
My God, I'm already giddy! I have to get myself under control.
So, last night was fun/interesting/I'm a total pimp I guess.
As we know, I have crushes on three guys: Jonathon -- who I like the best, but who has basically no time; Joey -- who has some time, but lives far away and I'm not sure but it's prob'ly gonna turn out we'd be better friends; Ryan -- who I don't trust (not that I trust the other two, cause I don't trust men, but whatev) and who I've been told I should steer clear of (and there was the incident with the face-punching) but who I can't help but be drawn to.
So, I went out with Joey after class. A short date. We went to Dunkin Donuts and spent four bucks and chatted for a while. Most of his chatting involves him telling stories about other boys he's liked or been with, which I'm pretty sure I'm not chill with but the stories were funny so that made up for it.
Then I was like "I have to go back through Providence, so I might as well hit a club. They're free on Tuesdays." So I go to Mirabar. It's dead, but as I'm leaving I run into Ryan and his girls out on the street. So I'm like "I'm going to Energy, Mirabar's dead." They decide to come with. Or rather, the girls decide to come with. Ryan seems like he couldn't care less that he's seeing me, and so now I'm perturbed by this. And he kept acting like that all night. I know I'm going to see him out tonight, so if he's acting like that again, I'm gonna ask what's going on cause I'm not cool with that either. He was all over me at the club Monday night.
Anyways, I followed him back to his house and got my shirt back.
Now, I know I've said to a couple people that after I got my shirt back I was going to try to extract myself from him. But...that was totally a lie. I mean, I should. From what I've heard about him, it's in my best interest to just be club-friends with him and nothing more. But I never have used my common sense in this area, have I?