Mother’s Day and the Weekend

It’s been a good week overall. Friday was my last day of
work at Old Navy, thank g-d. I was supposed to work Wednesday also, but
ended up calling in at the last minute and canceling because my biology
research paper (which I thought was due last Friday) was actually due
at 8:30 am that Wednesday morning. I had missed class bc I was too
happy being in bed with Mike. I thought that the last class was just
going to be groups giving their presentations. Siince my group had
given our presentation last week, I figured that there was no point in
me going to class. Apparently I was wrong…so I had worked so hard on
this paper and I had to rush through the final corrections just so I
could hand it in five hours late. I e-mailed the professor saying that
my car had died on the way to class that morning and that I had spent
most of the day at the auto body getting my car fixed (a HUGE lie).
However, since my car does frequently die, I had plenty of receipts
from the sutobody lying around. I forged one, photocopied it to erase
any evidence, and handed it in along with my final paper. Hopefully my
grade won’t get too fucked over for my stupidity.

Anyway, that Friday I was doing nothing really, just hanging out on
campus until I had to go to Old Navy when I run into Lauren. She and I
started talking and hanging out for about an hour or so. We don’t talk
as much any more but I really do miss hanging out with her and the
Iotas. It’s partially my fault; I spend A LOT of time with Mike,
Bridgette and Jennie. But then again, they’ve never put me at the top
of their priority lists either…but anyway…Lauren and I were just
talking about random stuff; people in the pledge class and how they’re
all doing, the random drama in the sorority, etc etc. Then she made an
odd comment: “Out of our pledge class, who do you think will get
married first?” I shrugged thinking Nicole, who’s been dating her
boyfriend Mike for the past year and a half, or Lisa, who’s had an on
again-off again relationship with Joe for the past three years ( or
four?). When I asked Lauren who would be the first married, she refused
to tell me. When pressed further she admits “You.” The comment should
have pleased me, but it shocked me more than anything. I have never
seen myself as married. Much less yet married to Mike, of all people.
Christ, we’ve only been hanging out a semester, which is a hiccup in
time compared to some of the lenghts of relationships my friends have
been in. When I asked her why, she shrugged and said “I’ve never seen
you like this before.” I’ll take that as a compliment, since I’ve never
quite felt like this, but even still…marriage?? Odd.

After work Mike came to Old Navy to shop for clothes. We stopped by a
diner for dinner. I’m positively broke so I wasn’t going to eat
anything. Mike gets pissed when I make him eat by himself and I hate
having him pay for me all of the time. But I hate spending money that I
don’t have or telling him that I literally have zero money to spend. So
he ended up paying for me (again) although at least the diner had
really cheap food. I think my burger and fries came out to six bucks or
something. I started to feel really sick afterwards…hell what did I
expect from eating a six-dollar burger in some diner in Binghamton…?
So Mike decided we should go to his house for a bit so I can lay down
and he can do some work. I slept until 10:30 when Mike woke me up. We
got back to my house around 11, where everyone was planning to go out
to a party. I actually stayed in and passed out.

Mike had to go to work at 7 that morning so I got up early and went
over to my old apartment to pack up my remaining belongings. I have
discovered that my futon needs an Allyn (sp?) wrench in order to be
dismantled. I don’t know why but I thought it would be easy to take the
thing apart. Apparently I was wrong. I have only until the 16th to get
my stuff out of there so I was a little stressed out. Plus I was out of
money as usual.

Mike had called earlier wanting to go out to dinner (as usual). He
doesn’t seem to understand that I have zero money…it’s practically in
the negative numbers. It’s really annoying actually. I hate having to
keep telling him that I can’t afford it, yet he keeps asking. Does he
think that maybe this money will magically appear if he persists
nagging for me to go out to dinner with him practically five nights a
week…? So I called and canceled, saying that I had too much work to
do. (Can’t argue with that excuse, can ya Mike??). He ended up coming
over at 9 to go to this MBA party his friend was hosting.

The party was OK. We had to bring our own drinks, which sort of sucked,
but other than that it was good. Rachel, an alum from my sorority was
there. I don’t generally get along with her, but that night we were
chatting up a storm, so that was nice.

Towards the end of the night we started playing Kings, a game that I
hate/love. I love playing it with my friends before going out, but I
hate the ‘Never Have I Ever’ part of the game. This night was no
different. Mike drank to ‘Never have I ever slept with more than one
person in a day’ and ‘Never have I ever not known the name of the
person I was hooking up with.” I felt like crying. I basically didn’t
speak to Mike for the rest of the night. He picked up on it and tried
to figure out what was wrong but I honestly didn;t want to talk to him.
I know someone’s past shouldn;t matter to the person’s current
significant other, but it does. Especially the whole ‘sleeping with
more than one person in a day’ part. He had once told me that the only
girls he had slept with were girlfriends of his. Obviously he had A)
cheated on one of his girlfriends and B) lied to me. I was pretty close
to just breaking the whole thing off. It sounds stupid but I hate the
fact that he’s slept around before me…

Jennie was picking up up from the party…we ended up going to Denny’s,
since my house and Tim were there, along with Tim’s sister Rachel.
Rachel’s boyfriend had just broken up with her and she was really
upset; we were all there trying to cheer her up. Instead of breaking up
with Mike, I told him what was going on. Watching Rachel cry over her
sundae made me realize that I didn’t want to be in the same position. I
like Mike to much, even if his past does hurt me. He told me that he
was totally joking during Kings and to not worry about it.  He was
a  typical guy about it though: “I know I shouldn’t, but I like
that you’re jealous; it shows that you care.” Yeah well, there are
other ways to show you I care other than by me being jealous….but
everything’s cool now so that’s good.

On Sunday, while Mike and I were in bed, we were talking about Mother’s
Day. I mentioned that my entire family was in NYC today having dinner
in Manhattan, celebrating Jake’s 14th birthday along with Mother’s
Day…without me. It made me incredibly homesick. Mike offered to let
me come to his house for Mother’s Day dinner, but I declined…It’s not
appropriate for her son’s girlfriend of a whopping three months be
there on Mother’s Day with her sons. Ironically, Mike’s dad called Mike
about twenty minutes later, asking Mike to ask me if I wanted to come
over for Mother’s Day dinner…so this time I said yes (since it would
be rude forme to say to to Mike’s parents’ kind gesture).

After spening the afternoon at Senior Picnic with Jennie, Bridgette,
Lauren, and Erin (who I met at the park) I went over to his house early
that evening. His parents sent out for Chinese, which was fine with me,
since I’m a huge Chinese food fan. His mother is incredibly sweet. I
like Mike’s dad a lot more now. We discussed politics after dinner.
He’s a huge Democrat (as is Mike’s entire family) which I’m so thankful
for…no offense to Republicans…but you all suck. Especially your
President.

After watching a movie with Mike, I left his house around 10:30 and
watched Family Guy and Desperate Housewives with Jennie until almost 1
am…good stuff…