8/2/08

Seriously, what the fuck.

This weekend, so far… um yeah.

Friday, my sister and two of her friends left for NYC for a concert/book tour thing happening friday night.  It started off fantastically with the bus coming an hour late, and then hitting a shitload of traffic on the way there.  To clarify: we were supposed to arrive at Penn Station at 3:45; we got there at 6:40.  The concert started at 7:30.

Anyway, unfortunately we didn’t have time to drop off our stuff at the hotel, so we had to take our book bags and crap with us to the concert.  On the bright side, we made it there just in time… literally.  I actually started th second we entered the doors. 

Besides standing in the back, not being able to see, and having to stand in line for 2 hours to get signed bookplates by Stephenie Meyer herself, it went pretty well.  I was just glad to be there and tried to enjoy the moment.

Afterwards, we got some food (I got a beer because, let’s face it, I needed one), and then proceeded to the Border’s to buy our books at midnight (yeah, it’s just like Harry Potter).  After that, we walked the remaining blocks to our hotel, check in, and passed out.

We woke up the next morning (this morning) and enjoyed our free breakfast.  Things were going really well… we were planning to go to the Tix booth to get tickets to a Broadway show and such, so I was looking forward to hanging out and seeing a kickass show.  We took the subway down to Times Square, and got tickets to Avenue Q.  We had a few hours to kill before we had to go to the theatre, so we went down fifth avenue for some shopping and whatnot… pretty sweet, right??  Well, this was also the point shit started to hit the effing fan.

I am walking around in H&M when my boyfriend calls… after talking about what I’ve been up to, I ask him what he has been doing.  He informs me that he just hung out the night before, watched a movie…. oh, and my sister’s best friend came over to hang out.

Hold up.

WHAT THE FUCK???

Um… yeah.  Basically, I was like, "Uhhhh, WHY???"  He acts like it’s fine and whatever, and the fact that he told me she came over to platonically hang out is proof that nothing happened or was like "that."  Now, granted, I know he would never cheat on me, or even consider the notion for that matter.. he is such a wimp and soo whipped that it’s not even funny.  Even so, that’s legitimately messed the hell up.  First of all, my sister’s friend is a cute girl who I have ALWAYS been kinda weird with when around my bf.  Second of all, I have mentioned my feelings about her to him before.  THIRD OF ALL, he continues to INVITE HER OVER???  Uh NO, NOT WHILE I AM FUCKING ALIVE. 

Anyway, I get off the phone with and ask my sister and her friends what their take on it is… and they pretty much agree that’s completely retarded he did that.  Anyway, we do some more shopping and go to the show (which was hilarious)… but the whole time I have this looming, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I’m not worried that anything happened, it’s just that it’s so inappropriate… he has only hung out with her when she was over my house with my sister… WEIRD.

Anyway, we go to Penn Station to get some food before we board the bus back to Philly, and after the worst service/dining experience I have ever had (do NOT go to the Houlihan’s there), we were boarding the bus.  As we are leaving, I call my mother to tell her we are leaving.  We talk for a moment, but then she tells me my grandmother died last night.  Another fucking bomb.

Well, as I am already upset… who calls?  Oh yeah, dipshit boyfriend.  I tell him what happened and whatnot, but then of course i start talking about the bullshit he pulled the other night.  To make a long story short, I bitched the shit out of him.  And he honestly had no defense or explanation for himself… besides his complete and utter stupidity.

Anyway, I finally got home and told my parents about it… I needed some type of reassurance and advice for this whole situation.  They completely understood and agreed with me that is was out of line and he made a really stupid decision.  So now I am here, venting all of this here.

I still love him and care about him and know he never meant to hurt my feelings… but i needs to do some serious making-up to me.  SERIOUS.  Any suggestions?? (hahaaa)  I think I have him feeling guilty beyond belief at the moment, so that’s a plus, but I am still really upset.  Oh yeah, and now I have to drive four hours to bumblefuck upstate new york tomorrow to go to a funeral that’s on monday.  Nice.

Anyway, I have no intentions of leaving him or anything, but I really want him to suffer.  REALLY suffer.  I can honestly say I would ever do that to him… I actually consider people’s feelings when I take an action.  He decided to breach a sensitive boundary by inviting over a girl that is my sister’s friend for Christ’s sake.

In a word, i feel a bit betrayed, and let’s not even go into that… I want to ring her pretty little neck.  I hope she is cowering in fear right now.

Ugh, this entry may have kinda been all over the place, but I needed to get it out.  I just with this never happened.<br type=

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August 4, 2008

Woah. Woah. First of all, I’m really sorry to hear about your grandmom. Second – you’re right, he was really dumb to do that. Does he have any younger siblings? You should ask him how he would feel if you randomly invited one of their friends over to “hang out.” You guys have been together for such a long time; he has no right to mess it up with something stupid. But give him the benefit of the

August 4, 2008

doubt – he IS a male, and the male species is dumb as f*ck. You should give him the cold shoulder for a couple of days and wait to get some roses or a present or something, along with a (good) explanation and apology. Call if you need me 🙂