Spring Break and Random Boys from the Past in Inside My Head

Spring Break and Random Boys from the Past 4/2/2005

So spring break has been over for about a week now. We left on Wednesday morning after meeting Mike's brother, Andrew, and his mom. Both were really nice to me....I still wish Mike would invite me over for dinner or something to formally meet his family....but anyway, the car ride to Long Island was especially terrible because my car started to die on the way to Long Island. Plus the weather was horrible so I was really stressed out and I kept snapping at Mike. By the time I got home I wanted to cry. But my family was awesome and Mike brushed it off and joked about it, so I felt better.

All in all it was a good time at home. We stayed in on Wednesday night and relaxed. Mike refused to sleep in my room at all, so I slept by myself that night...I was kind of peeved at that. The next morning Rebecca and my dad brought my car in to be fixed and then Rebecca took me shopping for my formal gown, Mike came too and was actually a good sport about it. We went out with Becca and Jeff to a bar in Jeff's hometown. Everyone was really nice to both me and Mike, and Mike officially received a stamp of approval from both Becca and Jeff.

Mike and I slept over at Jeff's house that night and left for Manhattan on the LIRR the next morning. After getting slightly lost on the subway, we made our way to Union Square to mee up with my brother. We hung out in his apartment for an hour and then went out to lunch. After that Mike and I got lost (again) trying to find the var where we were supposed to meet Mike's friends. The night itself was fun except for the fact that we started drinking at 6 pm and ended up being really exhausted (and hung over) by midnight. The second bar Mike and his friends went too was basically standing room only and I felt as if I was about to fall over. We were passing out on the train on the way home, which really sucked...We crashed in John's room (where Mike was sleeping for the week) when we got home at 4:30 am. I had every intention of sneaking out by 7:30 but I had left my phone on silent and ended up waking up after nine. By that time my mother was already up. When I tried to sneak back into my room I saw that she had already cleaned my room and obviously knew that I hadn't spent the night in my room. So once she was in the bathroom I ran into the playroom (in the basement) and pretended to sleep there. I'm still deciding whether or not she bought it...

The next night we hung out with my old friend Tanya Lee(my ex assistant pledge master) and her boyfriend Doug at Starbucks. It was fun and relaxing, and we got home at a normal hour.

On Sunday Mike and I spent the day watching movies. I was too tired to do anything else. Monday was the day from hell. I apparently missed RTE 80 after getting off of the GW Bridge and ended up on the NJ Turnpike which has no signs and no way to get off and turn around. Plus it was a torrential downpour and we kept hitting massive amounts of traffic. I only went about an hour out of our way but it took us three hours to get back to the route we needed to get back to Binghamton. On top of the traffic it took us ten hours to get home....I don't even want to talk about that part of the trip because I was so stressed out. Luckily my car had been fixed correctly this time and didnt die on the trip. If that car had died I would've simply gotten out of the car and set fire to the damn thing.

In other news...Mike slept over on Thursday. He actually came over to do work on my computer so we could at least see each other. I went out with my friends to a bar downtown for a little while so he could have some peace and quiet while completing his work. While at the bar I get a tap on my shoulder...I turn around and it's Henry, of all people. He basically came over to say what's up and asked how I was doing. I was completely taken aback, since he completely cut me off last summer...I was cool though and was very civil to him and asked him how he was doing. We went outside to smoke a cigarette and chat some more. We went back inside so I could look for my friends. He asked for my number, which I gave to him. I figured that he was trying to be friends again, which was fine with me because he used to be a lot of fun to hang out with. Last night he called me at 3 am, and twice after 5 am...I was so hurt...I mean, it's not too hard to figure out why he called at that hour. He wants to be fuck buddies again, not friends. Apparently, that's all I'm good for to him....I was crying this morning, but got over it. Becca said something to me on the phone that really made me feel better. She said : "Look how far you've both gone. You have Mike, and Henry's the one still calling you." So I have officially decided that men are pigs....especially my exes...

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