Oh, the
neverending drama of Spring Break. Did I think I'd really be able to
escape it? Hehe. Well, anyway, here I sit in
Atlanta, at 1:22am, typing (decidedly
not intoxicated) and bored out of my mind. I can hear
drunken laughter coming from the other room, I know they're having a great time, and I certainly could be too...if I were drunk. But I just don't want to spend my whole Spring Break drunk.
I had my own drunken drama last night. Skipping the details, just the
main events:
1. Put on
shiny red pants, dressed up like Elvis and tap
danced for everyone
2. Decided to profess to my friend's cousin (who we're staying with) all of my
insecurities about my relationship, and basically my entire stream of consciousness, which mostly included my thoughts about how more and more lately, I've been noticing
bisexual tendencies in myself. Yes,
valuable information for people who don't know me, I'm sure.
3. At some point discuss all this with my
boyfriend, get all emotional and talk his ear off about
everything and nothing for about an hour and a half.
4.
Throw up. Go to sleep.
5. Have a really fucked up dream in which my ex-boyfriend sent me this
email saying basically that he'd given up on life, and for whatever reason, I was the only person he mentioned it to. He was quitting school and running off somewhere. I ended up finding him somehow and talking him out of it. The
dream ended with us laying on his bed talking and hugging and
all of a sudden we were kissing. I remember saying, "No,
this is wrong...I have a boyfriend." But while I said it, I just kept kissing him, and what really disturbs me is that
it didn't feel wrong at all...it felt great, really great...
just like it used to.
Eh, dammit.
Enough for one night.