It’s funny who I end up running back to for comfort when I’m feeling sad. I of course talked to all my friends, and they helped, but oddly enough I found the most contentment when talking to my Ex boyfriend Blake. From like, two years ago haha

Maybe it was the comment about the fact that I’m not cursed and that who knows, he might end up in ohio eventually. Not that I want him back, not something on my mind at all, but it feels pretty good to know that he might still have a thing for me.

Then of course he invites me to come and stay with him while his parents are away. And damn is it tempting. He lives on a beauuutiful lake and has a boat, and his house is incredible. Though I’m not sure it would be worth the 5 hour flight – oy.

At least the thought was there.
On the bright side, it does show that I can stay friends with ex boyfriends. There is still hope!

so as I mentioned before, I was in the middle of a break up with John. I was miserable, crying constantly, numb, etc. etc. all the typical breakup stuff.

I’m actually thinking about some kind of guide book to the female breakup. There seem to be a long of things that I feel like all women go through and things all women feel. I’ve been through three different kinds of break ups now, I have a decent understanding. Not fully, but give me a few years.

Anyway, back to my point. So tonight after my friend took me out to dinner, my first meal in two days, I sat online and stared at my aim. John was on and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. I would check his facebook constantly, my facebook constantly, you know, just for any sympathy.

I just never knew if it was okay to talk to him or create some space.

We broke up because me being far away at school caused a significant strain that neither one of us could handle anymore, and also because well, the initial spark to our relationship was gone, we had really just become best friends. It was a different kind of love.

But the sex was still awesome.

Then I noticed a window pop up. It was John, he just wanted to say hi.

I stared a few minutes, not knowing what to do. Eventually I simply replied  “hi”.

We talked about things, it was stiff conversation. I was still hurt, he was worried about me, it was a hard time to talk. Eventually I started sharing how I felt, and I got upset. It went on like this for an hour.

Eventually though, something snapped. I just realized that I have half a summer left, it wasn’t worth being absolutely miserable like I was, and it was not worth losing my best friend over.

I can accept that things will be different. It’s hard, but I can accept it. I don’t want to, but I guess I’ll have to.

I love him, I really do. Maybe not in the right way right now. But things felt so right. I guess I can’t help but wonder if it just needs a few years, maybe the spark just took a vacation. Who knows, I don’t even know how that stuff works really.

For now though, I have my best friend back.

and as I write this post, I’m sharing my very tiny twin bed with both my dog and my cat since my mom is out of town. And they have taken over. I have very little space. lol I hope they don’t kick/bite/ or scratch!

Why do ex boyfriends have to be so awkward?

I mean, you deal with the whole break up thing and you try and stay friends, but then it doesn’t work because you find someone you like much better and you just don’t want to deal with the drama. Yet the persist and IM me and text me and send me awkward bumper stickers on facebook that they know my new boyfriend will see. Honestly, I think they do it on purpose.

I mean really, who sends a bumper sticker that says “Don’t drink and text” with a little phone that says “your hot. lets sex.” Really, that’s not going to make people wonder? Especially after you haven’t spoken for a few months. And then out of no where they see a bumper sticker and think of you?

And then there is the one that IMs me and says “I miss how you used to talk.” Really, I was under the impression that once things ended, you don’t talk like that anymore. Especially when again, haven’t spoken since before graduating high school. The conversation went as follows:

him – “hey”

me – “uh hi”

him – “long time since we’ve talked”

me – “yeah”

him – “I miss how we used to talk”

me – “I didn’t realize we were still friends”

him – “I didn’t realize we weren’t”

Usually when you don’t talk for over 6 months, friendship becomes “oh yeah, I knew that kid once.” I thought that was given. Turns out he just wanted to tell me about his new girl friend. She’s a gymnast. I’m so…happy for him? Not sure why he felt compelled to share that with me.

But yeah, I just had to rant about that. And for the record, I love drinking and texting. I have some of the best conversations with my boyfriend that way. teehee

So I met this guy at a PIKE party the other night. It was a Shot party, 12 different shots, one given out every 15 minutes. It was AWESOME. But anyone, I met this kid, and he likes to text me when he is drunk now. This is often since he is a pledge, pretty much every day of the week.

But this past weekend, he kept asking where I was, since I obviously was not at the PIKE party. I was in my room, chilling, because I was tired.

At one point, he sends me: “Do you mind if I come back to your room and help you study?”

I laughed. I laughed a lot.

I sent back: “I don’t see how you can help, I’m not in a human anatomy class.”

I thought I was being pretty clever, but when I got a message back…. he didn’t get it.
I was so disappointed I wasted a perfectly good joke on a drunk boy who wanted just wanted to go to a party in my pants. Alas, he was not invited.
Ah well, two weeks and I get to study someone else’s anatomy very closely. and well, I am very excited for that.

I’ll probably have a new reader now. Below are the events that led to me giving my boyfriend the link to my blog.

My boyfriend’s name is John. We’ve been dating around 14th months now, that’s over a year and a substantial amount of time. Because I chose to go away to college, far far away, we’re currently in a long distance relationship. It has been working. Winter break was a lot of fun, but towards the end, things became strained.

We were doing the same thing a lot, which would leave to lots of things getting boring.

Leaving was hard, but who wouldn’t expect that? Then John was out of the country, so I wasn’t able to talk to him for over a week. It was difficult because we hadn’t left on a good note and then I was left to stew.

I had fun back at school, but I missed him tons. He came back, things felt awkward. We talked, but it wasn’t the same.

Then the argument came. Views were expressed. But really, they were just deeper problems being expressed in ineffective ways.

After that night, there wasn’t much talking. I was withdrawn. I didn’t want to push it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep it up or just end it, but every time I thought about ending it, I just couldn’t.

I lost sleep. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t work. It was awful.

Later on that week, John came home from a night of light drinking and left me a message. I was still up, we talked. Things were more calm, were explained, and problems were figured out.

We realized we were too stuck in our ways. Things weren’t interesting anymore. We had stopped trying to make things fun. We had taken each other for granted.

And he mentioned that he knew I had a blog, and that it has always irritated him that there were things I didn’t tell him. I felt that was the time to offer him the link. I’m glad

He’s a great guy. I love him tons. And well, I’m happy now…well, happier.

Sometimes I forget my boyfriend is male….

(10:22:31 PM) John: i wanna play with boobieeees

but it’s okay, as long as they are mine.

– goodness my friends have been quotable recently!

So I’m sitting in my dorm room, on my bed, in the dark since my roommate is asleep. It’s 2:26am. I just got back from partying. I’m sober now, since I had to walk a few people back. There is a reason my friends call me “Sensible.”

But as much as I should be going to sleep since I have to be conscious at 2pm tomorrow for group project, I’m really stuck.

I think I may actually be depressed, or maybe it’s just normal to wish your boyfriend would call all day, then when he does, you aren’t happy at all and proceed to cry intensely while you dry your hair. I had to call my mom and talk to her, I felt so miserable. And then just cried on the phone to her too.

Most people would say I’m just stressed about finals. Nope, even though they are the week after next, I’m not worried at all.

I’m not sure why I’m so upset and depressed. All week I’ve felt distant from my boyfriend, maybe that’s it? I’ve hardly felt like I even have a boyfriend these past few days. I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth still being with him.

It’s so good when we’re together, and it’s good when we are apart if we talk. But we haven’t talked and I feel like such an afterthought to him sometimes.

The biggest problem with that? It’s exactly how my last boyfriend used to treat me, and I can’t bear to be treated like that again.

I wish my boyfriend would text me, or call me, or even talk online with me about something other than pointless youtube videos.

Is it wrong to just want to be reassured every now and then? It’s not like this is a new thing. I’m needy, I know it, he knows it. It’s pretty well known.

Maybe because it’s been a year he is just settled in and secure. I’d be okay if he told me that, I’d feel better. Mostly because he would have told me something.

It’s amazing how when you don’t talk to someone for about 2-3 days, you miss them like hell, and start to worry.

I suppose I should head to bed, stop complaining, and hope he talks to me tomorrow.

ps. even when I sounded miserable on the phone, does he ask if something is wrong? No, he has to make sure he gets to his party and sees everyone. That’s exactly what Blake would have done, and that scares me.

Two weeks till finals and this has been the easiest week ever. I’m sitting here eating lunch having just gotten out of class early because we couldn’t get sound for the movie we were going to watch. Tragic, yes? You’d think I’d be working hard, studying, having mountains of work to do before the end of the semester, but I’m actually finding that I’m bored. I don’t have any work to do other than finish a novel by Sunday. I suppose I should be using this time to do that, but uh…oh well.

Of the 10 classes I was supposed to have this week, I’m only going to have 6. It’s…just…so…wonderful….

Not being constantly stressed out makes college so much more fun and easier to deal with. Of course, it couldn’t be perfect.

I woke up this morning with this awful feeling that my relationship was falling apart. I know it’s not, we just haven’t spoken at lot in the past 4 days. I’ve probably only noticed it because I’ve had so much free time!

It may also be that I’m a bit jealous sometimes. How is it that I always find the guys who have all friends that are girls?

Yesterday he was reading the book I got him for fun for his birthday, I <3 Female Orgasm, but he wasn't reading it alone. He was reading it with his friend from downstairs, a girl. He would pop in every now and then via Instant Messenger to tell me how much they were enjoying the book.

Yeah, that sounds good. That’s exactly what I want to hear. hah.

Of course, I’m passive aggressive and while this irks me a little, I’m really not worried about it. It’s been a year, and he still hasn’t learned not to put his foot in his mouth. I used to be really good about just letting things like that go because I knew he just didn’t realize how I would take it, but I find now that each time he does that, it irks me just a little.

I trust him, but I can’t help but get irritated every now and then. Of course, I feel bad saying anything because it’s just bringing up conflict that I have created myself. And I’m too afraid to unsettle things so far apart, and so close to break.

I’m so needy it’s sad.

But, on the bright side, I’m kicking ass in my classes. Finals week is going to be a breeze! woohoo!

Right now I’m wondering about what I’m going to do this weekend. I’d love to go dancing, you don’t need to drink to do that…although, it helps. But I’m sure I can manage to dance like a hooooeeee (as Fergie would say) if I try real hard.

(11:49:45 PM) Boyfriend: i will protect you
(11:49:49 PM) Boyfriend: from zombies and rape
(11:49:55 PM) Me: and zombie rapists
(11:50:04 PM) Boyfriend: especially those

Just in case, It’s good to know things like this.

So in every dorm there are RAs and usually their job is just to make sure no one dies or causes disruptions. Otherwise, they should stay in their rooms and be around for questions.

My RA is absolutely awesome. I eat dinner with her and we share drunk stories and gossip. She’s hella cool. But her staff is not quite as awesome as she is.

There is one RA in my Dorm that seems to think he is God’s gift to discipline, and that he must enforce as many rules as possible, but at the same time, he has absolutely no boundaries.

Now, I might be slightly bitter that he wrote up a friend of mine for drinking with absolutely no real evidence other than the fact that he “smelled” like beer. Suuure… But regardless, that’s not my major complaint about him.

For some reason, this RA, who we all call “Pony Tail” because he has long hair that he always pulls back in a tight, girly pony tail, seems to think he does not have any boundaries and because he is an RA, he can say whatever we wants to us.

The first time I felt he wasn’t sure where to draw the line was when I was watching tv with him and some other people and he starts telling us about his sexual exploits. He tells us that he’s all about pleasing the woman, and he doesn’t care if the woman reciprocates. Then he shares with us that he has done everything but vaginal sex, because he is just scared of babies.

I had a major WTF?! moment right then. Dude, you don’t share that with people. *shudder*

The second time I had a run in with Pony Tail was while I was sitting in my room with the door open, and I was texting my boyfriend when he walks in. I shut my phone since I don’t want him to read it, to which he goes “ohhh someone is having text sex!” he didn’t know I was texting my boyfriend. Then he turns to my roommate and goes “You’re roommate is a dirty whore!”

…..WTF DUDE. When is it EVER okay to call a girl a dirty whore? At that moment, I no longer respected him. He barges into my room, accuses me of sexual acts, and then with no basis calls me a dirty whore? SO NOT OKAY.

But that’s just my run ins with him. He has also talked to girls in my hall. One girl told us that he walks into her room, and has a twenty minute conversation with her about her period and birth control. Another girl reported him talking to her about sex. And for some reason he felt it was okay to call another girl “Porn Girl.”

Now, I know for a fact that it’s not okay for any guy to say these things. And he is an authority figure. No one respects him.

Talk about some serious sexual harassment.

We reported him to our RA, and he has been thus forth told to not go near our corridor. Hopefully the rest of the corridors will start reporting him too because I know there are more complaints.