A little more excitment than was really called for

Hey people!

So this weekend was absolutely ridiculous in every way, I'll tell you why.

First on Thursday my ridiculously hot scene partner, we'll call him A, decided that he should set me up with his ridiculously hot roommate who is a Hilltopper. (The drinking group has an acapella problem= the Hilltoppers) So that's not ridiculous, that's awesome.

Anyways, Friday night the show opened and it was pretty good, nothing went horribly wrong. Afterward there was an opening cast party and that's where shit went down. First I got a little drunk (big surprise) and made several moves on the guy KG went on a date with a couple weeks ago. He resisted me (though admitted it was difficult) out of respect for KG, but something may come of that later. KG also got very drunk at the party, I think so drank too much bucket juice (that is to say, any alcoholic beverage prepared in a bucket of some kind with undisclosed percent of alcohol). So she got really sick and somebody walked her home. When I got back to our room an hour later she was passed out on the floor. I woke her up and got her into bed (a feat, they're way up in the air) and made her drink some water. She said she couldn't remember how much she'd had to drink and then she started talking about how she might have taken a whole bottle of Tylenol, like she was considering suicide. So then I freaked out because I'm drunk and trying to take care of her. She threw up and I cleaned it up, which was gross, and then fell asleep. After that i woke her up every 15 minutes for 2 hours to make sure she wasn't comatose. It sucked.

In the morning she didn't remember it so I got no thank you at all. I tried to gently remind her about the suicide thing. i guess she browned out (like a black out only you remember things when prompted) because she remembered when I mentioned it. I asked her to go to counseling services, but she totally blew me off. I was kind of mad at her all weekend, and ended up going to my beautiful RA about the incident, and he too urged her to seek help, but she won't.

Saturday Night I wandered around and didn't really do much. I dropped into a big part at Sunset C. There was a party on every floor because it was "around the world" which means you go to several different rooms. I didn't stay long, one of them was Delta X so, you know. There was all this scandal on Sunday though because a bunch of girls got slipped some drug at that party and blacked out for 2 hours. The Sig X's say it was DX, and the DX's say it was Sig X. Who knows?

Good things that happened on Sunday include: my RA and his girl friend of 4 years broke up. YAY! I'm very slowly trying to work my way in. I am absolutely infatuated with him. I like can't form sentences in his presence, its ridiculous. So we'll see how that goes.

I'm in the library now, where I've been staying until 2am most of this week which sucks. Today I actually sat down and had a conversation with K. It sucked a lot. I mean, we had normal conversation and tried to catch up and stuff and it was fine, but it just makes my heart hurt. He mentioned the girl he was dating when I asked him about why college dating is so backwards and he said something about how it had started with sex and then been becoming friends and something for a year and a half and I had this moment where I knew that I had just been a blip in his "process." It made me feel awful. I'm trying to be honest with myself about how I feel about K this week, and the truth is, I'm not sure I ever got over him at all. I might still be in love with him a little bit, and that just hurts like hell, but I'm working through it. I'm acknowledging it and trying to move past it, and we'll just see how it goes. (This just happened which is why I'm being so emo about it right now, sorry team.)

Well the weekend is almost here, and I'm sure there will be much to say on Monday.

Until then,
xo
-R