Sorry for no post yesterday, I was taking a personal day to "wallow" in misery over being single again (confirmed by Facebook, so it must be true!) before I resumed being my normal self.
Ok, So. Parties this weekend.
A few of my sisters and I went out on Thursday for drinks. Then I went out with the Douchebag (story for another time). Apparently, while I was gone, my best friend kept getting hit on by a rather unsavory guy. She would continually turn to someone else to help keep her safe from these unwanted advances, haha! The poor guy just didn't understand what was happening to him.
Friday Night was the first night the Frats could drink again, since Rush would officially be over. These are classed 601 parties, since they happen the minute after the Pledges sign their bids. We went to the PK house, where my three friends and I shared a bottle of Malibu. I then proceeded to dance with my ex-little brother and meet a different sorority girl who has the same name as me! we were both thrilled with this discovery. thrilled and drunk.
then the football team showed up, demanding to be let into the PK party. A fight ensued, during which my ex-little brother put himself between me and the fight, for which I'm very grateful. I got left at the party with my Big, but then we in turn left to go to a KS house for a house party. Showed up there, accidentally slammed my best friend into a wall when I went to hug her. Had a bunch more to drink. Tripped over a tiny bush in the front yard. I went home, where I threw up for about 3 hours then passed out.
While I was doing this, my sisters went back to the PK house, when the football players returned with guns. luckily, my sorority is very good friends with the PKs so they got the girls out while the cops were called.
Apparently, our entire house had gone out to party. We all finally managed to drag ourselves out of bed around 3 on Saturday, all of us hungover. I went to dinner with my best friend and her parents, then came home to watch movies and take it easy.
Sunday night, a sister had a house warming party, I stayed for about 10 minutes then decided that I would either start drinking or hurl again, so I left and went to bed. My girls had a great time, but I can't say I'm sorry I missed it.
It was a good weekend. Now, we are planning on going out next weekend, and I must decide if this is something that I really want to do. I'm tempted to go but I'm also not exactly sure how much money I have to go party on and/or how my school work I'm going to have stacked up on me (since I'm pretty much a lazy bum for the rest of the week). lol, we'll see. I'll write tomorrow about the Cuddle-buddy (my ex-little brother), the Douchebag Ex (who ex-little brother swears left and right is gay as a maypole, but i think this just might be to make me feel better, but it works) and the crazy roommate who has finally put in an appearance and thinks that I'm mad at her for some unknown reason. Should be interesting.... *smirks*
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
Date: September 3, 2007
I know that today I said that I would write about the partying that went on this weekend, but something came up.
My boyfriend wants us to go back to the way we were last semester, which was, being boyfriend-girlfriend but without the use of formal titles. whatever.
So needless to say, I'm a little bit pissed, a whole lot confused, and generally unhappy with the world.
I'm glad we're not together because we were having all sorts of problems and such (more like he was being a major douche and I was being an idiot for putting up with it) so it's a good thing but just creates a new set of problems (are we fuck-buddies, exclusively dating, just friends, can we see other people, what?) and I'm just trying to deal with it.
Tomorrow I'll write about the parties and about Mr. Douchebag Boyfriend. YAY!
I know, try to act thrilled as well....
" Don't tell me that it's over
I'm not used to this temptation!"
My boyfriend wants us to go back to the way we were last semester, which was, being boyfriend-girlfriend but without the use of formal titles. whatever.
So needless to say, I'm a little bit pissed, a whole lot confused, and generally unhappy with the world.
I'm glad we're not together because we were having all sorts of problems and such (more like he was being a major douche and I was being an idiot for putting up with it) so it's a good thing but just creates a new set of problems (are we fuck-buddies, exclusively dating, just friends, can we see other people, what?) and I'm just trying to deal with it.
Tomorrow I'll write about the parties and about Mr. Douchebag Boyfriend. YAY!
I know, try to act thrilled as well....
" Don't tell me that it's over
I'm not used to this temptation!"
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Date: September 2, 2007
Today, I believe that I shall discuss my roommate and her... boyfriend.
Now, my roommate is a sweet girl, one of my best friends actually. Kind, caring, and just a little too wrapped up in her boyfriend's life for my tastes.
Her boyfriend once dated a member of another sorority. Liked her enough that he fell in love with her.
Is still in love with her.
Now my roomie and her boyfriend are very happy together. Most of the time. He has this very annoying habit of sometimes telling her that he still loves his ex, hates her friends, hates her, hates her Sorority. And she puts up with it.
Now to me, this is a very telling statement to a person's character; how much bullshit they will put up with to have someone in their life.
Last semester, at a party, her boyfriend got so drunk that he had to be restrained by his brothers, then dragged off to his room where he proceeded to put his fist through a window. Later that night, he got into my face, yelling at me that I hated him and I was trying to turn his girlfriend against him. My date got between him and me so that I could walk away. It was an interesting night, punctuated by me telling my friend and roommate that he would have to apologize to me when we were both sober, no exceptions.
We got back to school about two weeks ago, and her boyfriend had no returned yet. So she spent the time with me, and our other two close friends, hanging out, playing around, getting ready for another semester of parties, school, and our Sorority life. As soon as the "dreaded" boyfriend hit town, she was gone, never home unless she had to be, always spending every free moment with him. Now he has a job, and she is forced to stay at home with us until he is off.
We have gotten a little tired of this game, her dear close friends and I. So we've done something about it, in a sense. Now, when she leaves to go to him, we call her a bit after she's gone and tell her our plans and invite her, already knowing that she'll say "no" to us. Or we let her ask us what we are up to and reply with a "I can't talk right now, I'm doing ____. I'll call you later".
Needless to say, after this weekend, she's been very quiet around us. Now I am sad about that on one hand, but on the other, please! She's never around and when she does ask us about what we've done, she wants the whole story, as if she had been there all along. We try not to use the "oh, I guess you had to be there" line, but sometimes.... hoo boy, do I wanna! But we try, as best we can, to keep her in the loop, to let her know what's going on, and to help her understand that by being with her boyfriend all the time, she misses out on us.
Tomorrow's post will be about the partying that went on this weekend. I just had to get this story out before continuing on with my life..
Now, my roommate is a sweet girl, one of my best friends actually. Kind, caring, and just a little too wrapped up in her boyfriend's life for my tastes.
Her boyfriend once dated a member of another sorority. Liked her enough that he fell in love with her.
Is still in love with her.
Now my roomie and her boyfriend are very happy together. Most of the time. He has this very annoying habit of sometimes telling her that he still loves his ex, hates her friends, hates her, hates her Sorority. And she puts up with it.
Now to me, this is a very telling statement to a person's character; how much bullshit they will put up with to have someone in their life.
Last semester, at a party, her boyfriend got so drunk that he had to be restrained by his brothers, then dragged off to his room where he proceeded to put his fist through a window. Later that night, he got into my face, yelling at me that I hated him and I was trying to turn his girlfriend against him. My date got between him and me so that I could walk away. It was an interesting night, punctuated by me telling my friend and roommate that he would have to apologize to me when we were both sober, no exceptions.
We got back to school about two weeks ago, and her boyfriend had no returned yet. So she spent the time with me, and our other two close friends, hanging out, playing around, getting ready for another semester of parties, school, and our Sorority life. As soon as the "dreaded" boyfriend hit town, she was gone, never home unless she had to be, always spending every free moment with him. Now he has a job, and she is forced to stay at home with us until he is off.
We have gotten a little tired of this game, her dear close friends and I. So we've done something about it, in a sense. Now, when she leaves to go to him, we call her a bit after she's gone and tell her our plans and invite her, already knowing that she'll say "no" to us. Or we let her ask us what we are up to and reply with a "I can't talk right now, I'm doing ____. I'll call you later".
Needless to say, after this weekend, she's been very quiet around us. Now I am sad about that on one hand, but on the other, please! She's never around and when she does ask us about what we've done, she wants the whole story, as if she had been there all along. We try not to use the "oh, I guess you had to be there" line, but sometimes.... hoo boy, do I wanna! But we try, as best we can, to keep her in the loop, to let her know what's going on, and to help her understand that by being with her boyfriend all the time, she misses out on us.
Tomorrow's post will be about the partying that went on this weekend. I just had to get this story out before continuing on with my life..
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Date: September 1, 2007
I've toyed around with this idea for quite some time now and have decided that it really is in my best interest to have a record of the goings on in my Sorority.
Now, I won't (hopefully) ever give away the name of my Sorority or where I attend college, but I feel that the need to tell someone who isn't heavily involved in Greek Life my story about my/my sisters adventures, is just too great to ignore.
There will be drama, fights, drinking, sex, boyfriends, girlfriends, bitching, moaning, crying, laughing and many other aspects of life recorded here. But I will never reveal the secrets of this Sorority or intentionally give anyone reason to be upset with what I write down. Yes, naturally, most of this will be from my point of view and may not exactly always be a "fair and balanced" report on what has happened in my life and to my Sisters, but it will be the truth as I see it.
Should be interesting, eh?
Now, I won't (hopefully) ever give away the name of my Sorority or where I attend college, but I feel that the need to tell someone who isn't heavily involved in Greek Life my story about my/my sisters adventures, is just too great to ignore.
There will be drama, fights, drinking, sex, boyfriends, girlfriends, bitching, moaning, crying, laughing and many other aspects of life recorded here. But I will never reveal the secrets of this Sorority or intentionally give anyone reason to be upset with what I write down. Yes, naturally, most of this will be from my point of view and may not exactly always be a "fair and balanced" report on what has happened in my life and to my Sisters, but it will be the truth as I see it.
Should be interesting, eh?
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