Spring Break and Random Boys from the Past

 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 inot 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 dont 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 figre 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…

**Artist**