Stupid Stupid Boys 6/18/2004
So I'm at work again...doing nothing. They should just let me go home. I mean, I could bbe sleeping or something right now. I walk into the office and they're like, "We have nothing for you to do." OK...so then send me home. But whatever I can't complain. For the past two hours I've been doing practice GRE questions...I got an 1170 on a practice test :o) Last night was fun and crummy at the same time. Marcia and I went out together again. We drank at her place beforehand, but I didn't get as drunk as I got two nights ago, and then we headed downtown. The first bar we went to was pretty dead. Marcia and I spent the night talking about past relationships and how we're both oddly attracted to unmotivated, unintelligent boys who are emotionally unavailable. I really loved talking to her. Since I pledged two years ago, she and I never really talked. We always got along but we were never really close. And now she's up here for the week and I feel like we've been buddies for years. At the second bar the night took a nosedive because I saw Henry with some of his frat brothers. I really felt sick when I saw him. Against my better judgement I was like "Let's go into the bar," because he was sitting on the outside stairwell and we'd have to pass him in order to get in. From what I saw, out of the corner of my eye, he didn't even look in my direction when I passed him. I don't know what I expected him to do, but I sort of expected a 'hello' or something. I mean, he's treating me like garbage when all I did was tell him I didn't want to have random sex any more. I kept rubbing my chest and telling myself that it really didn't hurt; the pain in my chest really wasn't there, it was my imagination. We left, and passed him a second time, but this time I stared at the floor. I couldn't bear to even look at him. The third bar we went to, Marcia had the same problem I did. Her quasi-boyfriend (I say quasi because he recently moved out to San Diego and Marcia has no intentions of following him) was there and basically blew Marcia off because he was talking to some other chick. So Marcia and I spent the night talking to random friends of her quasi-boyfriend's. So yeah...last night was very.....interesting.
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