A night on the town!

So, Happy monday morning. Luckily, this monday happens to be like a sunday because of the extra-long weekend. I absoulutely adored this weekend, a mix of hanging around and tiring myself out. Of course, there were certain points in these last few days that I probably shouldn't have experienced and should have done without, but as of recent discoveries of just myself, I don't care anymore.

I was surprisingly sad when I woke up this morning, despite the fun and weird night I had last night. I just felt solemn again, regarding this stupid breakup that keeps coming back to me. It's been two weeks from today and I am proud to say I feel about eight hundred times better than I did last week or the week before. There are just alot of things I was missing this morning, things that I really want Chris to miss as well but I honestly believe he is over me. And that this whole thing will hopefully be done with soon. My grandma said "The good thing about this, is that it will be all blown over in a month" But I can't see that. On top of the fact that I had the strangest dream full of quotes...?

One of them was something along the lines of "The old relationship you HAD, will never come back. Pretty soon the relationship will turn into some casual, something you really want to hold on to. The texts will get shorter, the words will get more contrived, and he will disapear from your life" Yes I did that get all from a dream, but in my defense I had alot in my system last night. I'm just really bummed out, I am ultimately hating these feelings but I am not depressed as I thought would happen since last week I felt like retiring from life forever.

Last night was my turkey dinner with my dad, his girlfriend and my grandma. When we were all finished and Laura eventually went home I was pushing my dad to go and see the BodyWorlds exhibit at the Telus World of Science. Anyone who doesn't know what that I will gladly explain it to you because one of my friends had an incredibly long argument about it with me. They actually have real human bodies on display, showing muscles and organs and what not. It's all plastized (I cant spell) So its not like it smells bad or anything it has been made sort of rubbery.

When we got there, we saw that it was all sold out for the evening and I even said to my dad that I should have seen it coming. We bought tickets for today however, and were on our way home when Rebecca called me asking me to come to this party. Anyone that knows my dad knows how chill and fun he is, and he never has second thoughts about his trust in me. He gladly dropped me off there, and the greatest thing about going to this party was I didn't know anyone.

But for some reason, when people drink they just get incredibly friendly...So after a few coolers I was making friends. I felt bad this morning because when I drink I text and call everyone madly for fun. Anyways though nights like that help me let loose, let go of everything that has ever made me want to cry, or get upset over. Eventually Rebecca and I were the only girls there, and the youngest boys were probably 17. We had to leave early, like at midnight since my dad had to give me a ride home and I had no money for a taxi. But all of them were shouting for us to stay or it would be a sausage fest. Rebecca got really wasted, and called me up after we both got home telling me she only likes brown people, and what was she going to do because her good friend Phil kept trying to kiss her. I just laughed because me and Ray watched with entertainment the entire time he kept trying to feel her up. Ray was cool, although everytime they had a little 'secret' talk they told me to get lost because I was too weird and loud. And the rest of the guys there wanted me to be a little ragdoll for their horny pleasures because Rebecca and I were the only non sausuages there. (But I didn't do anything!) I have too many attatchements to another person at the moment that letting loose is still a little far away.

The greatest thing about it was the dancing. There was a guy named Dong there, yes his name was dong. (Phil shouted 'DING DONG LIKE PENIS!') and he was 'in charge' of the beats. Which happened to be searching up music on youtube. There wasn't very many of us and the guys were always itching at Rebecca and I to call more ladies. One guy even got in my face when no one else showed up. The same guy who told me his eye was permanantly bloodshot from smoking so much weed. Seeing this guys house though, wow I'm semi glad I didn't throw a party at my house although I think the worst that would have happened would have been spillage. If it had been at my house the couches would be covered in cheap blankets that I could wash, and all the breakables would be locked right up.

Anyways, my dad drove us home, a smile plastered on his old face the entire time that rebecca was saying things like "I lovers you!" And if it were anyone elses dad I would have smacked her across the face. My dad knows that my friends drink, although I am so skilled at acting normal, and I tried my best. I think at first he was curious since I kept laughing, but I got used to it and pretty soon I was able to say "I didn't drink, there's no point"

For the slightest moments at the party, in between me actually texting Chris, which was seriosuly ridiculous and raymond grabbing my phone and ordering me to stop I felt on top of the world. Which is bad because I should be able to feel that way completely sober. But this morning the sadness came back, the retarded texts did too asking me what went on last night since I was telling him I didn't know who all the guys were.

But I am going to settle down and watching some Beverely Hills 90210 and read my book Twilight that Chris' mom bought for me and got him to deliver to me on saturday. Yaaa