Finals Week

So it’s finals week once again. I think I’ll do well this semester. I’m glad I dropped microbiology because it probably would’ve really hurt my GPA. My women’s studies class turned out to be really good actually; the professor was just blowing smoke in our faces to scare us into not slacking off. I still think she’s eccentric…nice, but eccentric. I only have one cummulative final, which is awesome. The problem is is that I’m working nine and a half hours on Saturday and eight hours on Sunday so I’m going to be shot this weekend between working and studying.

I actually enjoy working. Well…I don’t enjoy working for high school drop-outs, screwing up at register, and listening to townies bitch, but I like making money and not having to ask someone for it. I’ve made enough money to pay for the down payment for my house next year, and the money I’ll be making over break will pay for my rent for the house I’ll be moving into next semester. I’m really hoping next semester will be better than this one. The house is close to downtown and I’ll be living with Bridgette and Jennie these two girls I really like. This other chick, Sarah, lives there too, but I’m not a fan of her. She actually lived on my floor my first semester I lived in Binghamton. I wasn’t a fan of her then either.

My last weekend out sucked. I had been drinking (surprise!!) and I was miserable. We had a mixer with Chi Phi which sucked. We were supposed to be doing stunts in order to get Momopoly money from the boys (the one with the most money at the end of the night won a free bottle of rum) but the boys wouldn’t give me their money for whatever reason and I just felt like a first prize jackass. I was with Erin who was pissing me off that night. We went downtown after the mixer, and she kept leaving me. I mean, that’s fine that she wanted to go and talk to a guy, but she knew we went dt by ourselves, and leaving me alone to talk to some guy was really dick of her. I was near tears when I just decided to leave. I thought I’d be sleeping over Erin’s, but I wanted to be alone that night and I had no money on me so I walked a good three miles back to my apartment on a side road along the highway. It was cold and dark, and I haven’t felt so alone and unhappy in a really long time.

The next night I went to a kickline party with Heather, who’s on kickline. Their party was far better than our mixer. The girls were all really nice to me, and my team kept winning flip cup; with the punch th girls made was awesome.

Heather and I then went downtown to SB to meet up with this guy she met the night before, Ryan. Apparently they hit it off at a party and then he went onto the facebook website to look up her screen name and asked her to hang out. The kid is kind of goofy looking, but he seemed nice enough. Heather started hooking up with him in the middle of Sports Bar, so I turned my back and started talking to our friend Allison, and Mike, this grad student who I have a lukewarm crush on. Allison is talking to me in one ear that Mike’s a whore, that his number is “up there,” and that he’d hook up with me because he doesn’t care who he hooks up with. Mike is talking to me on the other side telling me he’s a pussy because he’s not a player and likes being in a relationship. Talk about contradiction of opinions…..

Mike left to go to another bar but gave me his phone number in case Heather decided to leave me and go to Ryan’s place. He told me that he didn’t want me walking back by myself and that he’d walk me back if I called him and asked him to. I REALLY wanted to go to the other bar with him, but A) I didn’t want to invite myself and B) I was sleeping over Heather’s house that night and didn’t want to get separated from her and end up getting locked out.

Allison ended up driving me back to Heather’s, where I left the door open for her, and she and Ryan came in later. The night wasn’t bad…if I had hooked up with Mike it might’ve been better…If he turns out to not be the whore Allison says he is that’d be even better.

Tonight I feel really popular. B-Pop and I had made plans to go out to dinner with her Little, Melissa. Melissa had IMed me a few days ago saying that she loved me and missed me and wanted to hang out before we all left for break (she’s so sweet!) so we made plans to chill out at Pizzeria Unos. Heather’s been awesome…she knows I’ve been in a crummy mood so she IMed me last night to invite me to Shabbat dinner tonight and to Chanukkah dinner at her house after I get off from work tomorrow. Erin called me while I was at work as well, asking if I could to her a big favor…later she texted me asking if I wanted to go downtown. I texted her back at midnight once I was home, thinking that she would be asleep, saying that I was sorry I hadn’t called her back earlier. When she texted me back again, I called her to ask what the favor was. Apparently she wanted me to go with her to get a pregnancy test. I love Erin, but she’s a drama queen. She always thinks she’s pregnant. This has to be at least the third time she’s declared that she thought she was pregnant and it’s the second time (that I know of) that she’s taken a pregnancy test. I want to say to her “You’re on the Pill!!. It’s 99.7% effective or something like that…chill dude, those buggers aren’t getting through.” Still, I’m touched she wanted me to be the person to go with her. We ended up talking for almost an hour about how depressed she is because guys treat her like shit. I tried to tell her what my mom tells me to make her feel better. Ironically, the conversation made me feel better. I mean, at least I’m not the only one who feels like guys use me. Anyway…she ended up asking me to go out to dinner with her, and I accepted, but then remembered that I already promised Melissa and B-Pop that I’d go to dinner with them, and Heather that I’d go to Shabbat dinner with her. So tonight I’m going to an early dinner with Melissa and B-Pop, Shabbat services and dinner with Heather and her friends, and I have a study date with Erin. So yeah…I’ll be busy tonight. yay :o)