ball of confusion...
That is what this weekend has been thus far.
Friday was a really long day and to end the long day I had two events to attend in the evening. Before I could even leave the house I got sick which put a damper on things because I thought I wasn't going be able to leave out the house. But I decided to suck it up and make the best of the evening. I went out with a soror of mine and then after that went to this Omega Party. The latter was a very interesting experience. When we get there we see the crowd is a bit interesting but once inside it was a lot better. But even still we (me my friend J and my cousin) head to the bar to get our "glasses of relaxation". So after mingling for a while we ran into the person that invited me (the inviter) to the event we spoke and then my chicas and I went off and had a little fun. Since our host was "occupied" with other guests that he had we didn't really interact much throughout the evening, so I'm glad we weren't relying on him for entertainment haha. So me and the chicas were out on the floor having fun and dancing for a good hour or so and then BAM. A blast from the past (BFTP) walks in the room. I had to do a double take because I thought I was hallucinating. If you look at the other blog you will see that there are little to no entries December to early March mainly because blast from the past was occupying my time and thoughts. He had some things he needed to work on with himself and we hadn't seen each other since February/March and rarely speak so when I saw him last night it threw me waaay off also the fact that he lives a good 2 hours plus away from here I wasn't expecting to run into him, ever lol.
So BFTP and I start dancing and talking (which in the beginning was a lot of him apologizing and me being mean) on and off through out the evening. At some point I finally got to have a seat which was probably a good 2.5/3 hours after getting there and then the inviter finally decides to put his other guests on hold for a second and talk to me and mine. By this point when my friends were finally introduced they weren't feeling the inviter at all lol. They had been sitting at an adjacent table and because they have like super hearing had heard conversations I'm assuming they shouldn't have and then the semi drunken convo they had with him wasn't to impressive lol. I felt bad cause I hyped the inviter up to be a nice person and so forth but all they saw was the stereotypical bruh, which was kind of sad and they both were like wow he's an asshole are you sure you like him haha. So anyway all while the inviter is going back and forth between his guests and my friends, BFTP keeps coming over bothering me. If he's not offering me a drink he's trying to get me to dance, if he's not trying to get me to dance he's trying to get me to give him a kiss or come somewhere and talk. So we get up and dance again and I get the whole I'm sorry... I miss you... can I get a second chance blah blah blah.
At that point I was pretty much ready to go home. In one evening I ran into like five people I go to church with (and we all had cups in our hand lol), had seen like three people I didn't want to see, had to hear the inviter talk about me being a rejecter and other nonsense yet he was bunned up with a white chick and her friend who couldn't whisper or either had a microphone in their throat... now if I wasn't an emotionless robot my feelings might have been hurt, then I have blast from the past show up from like 200 miles away and 9 months ago and want to rekindle a relationship in the middle of the dance floor and tell me how he's going make me fall in love with him. At that point I felt like throwing up for the second time in one day lol. Then walking to the car in the parking lot we are getting cat calls from all the idiots standing outside and when I finally get to my car blast from the past calls talking about he wants to see me before he leaves town Saturday and blah blah blah. I had to just cut my ringer off at that point.
Then we get in the car and my cousin and friend are filling me in on all the interesting things they heard since people have microphones in their throats and conversations they had and things they observed. When I got home I really just wanted to hide and get in bed... until I looked at my phone and it was five missed calls from BFTP talking about can he come over and talk at like 3:15 am. My head was hurting so bad by the time I got out the shower that I think I just cried myself to sleep lol.
Today I got up at 7 so I could go get my hair twisted. So at the moment I am functioning off of 4 hours of angry sleep. I think I had the worlds slowest stylist, my usual lady had an appointment so I got another girl that took an hour to wash and 3 hours to twist compared to my normal 1.5 total lol.
Then I went to the worlds most ghetto baby shower. No games. No prizes. No nothing just a buffet of food and people bringing gifts. To some that's not ghetto, but what is ghetto is that the person with child's' husband and baby's father was there (it's not the same person) and she's been married to the husband 2 years so figure that out lol. That really made my stomach hurt cause I can't stand trifling people, which she fits into.
I think I need to join the convent. For real.
Friday was a really long day and to end the long day I had two events to attend in the evening. Before I could even leave the house I got sick which put a damper on things because I thought I wasn't going be able to leave out the house. But I decided to suck it up and make the best of the evening. I went out with a soror of mine and then after that went to this Omega Party. The latter was a very interesting experience. When we get there we see the crowd is a bit interesting but once inside it was a lot better. But even still we (me my friend J and my cousin) head to the bar to get our "glasses of relaxation". So after mingling for a while we ran into the person that invited me (the inviter) to the event we spoke and then my chicas and I went off and had a little fun. Since our host was "occupied" with other guests that he had we didn't really interact much throughout the evening, so I'm glad we weren't relying on him for entertainment haha. So me and the chicas were out on the floor having fun and dancing for a good hour or so and then BAM. A blast from the past (BFTP) walks in the room. I had to do a double take because I thought I was hallucinating. If you look at the other blog you will see that there are little to no entries December to early March mainly because blast from the past was occupying my time and thoughts. He had some things he needed to work on with himself and we hadn't seen each other since February/March and rarely speak so when I saw him last night it threw me waaay off also the fact that he lives a good 2 hours plus away from here I wasn't expecting to run into him, ever lol.
So BFTP and I start dancing and talking (which in the beginning was a lot of him apologizing and me being mean) on and off through out the evening. At some point I finally got to have a seat which was probably a good 2.5/3 hours after getting there and then the inviter finally decides to put his other guests on hold for a second and talk to me and mine. By this point when my friends were finally introduced they weren't feeling the inviter at all lol. They had been sitting at an adjacent table and because they have like super hearing had heard conversations I'm assuming they shouldn't have and then the semi drunken convo they had with him wasn't to impressive lol. I felt bad cause I hyped the inviter up to be a nice person and so forth but all they saw was the stereotypical bruh, which was kind of sad and they both were like wow he's an asshole are you sure you like him haha. So anyway all while the inviter is going back and forth between his guests and my friends, BFTP keeps coming over bothering me. If he's not offering me a drink he's trying to get me to dance, if he's not trying to get me to dance he's trying to get me to give him a kiss or come somewhere and talk. So we get up and dance again and I get the whole I'm sorry... I miss you... can I get a second chance blah blah blah.
At that point I was pretty much ready to go home. In one evening I ran into like five people I go to church with (and we all had cups in our hand lol), had seen like three people I didn't want to see, had to hear the inviter talk about me being a rejecter and other nonsense yet he was bunned up with a white chick and her friend who couldn't whisper or either had a microphone in their throat... now if I wasn't an emotionless robot my feelings might have been hurt, then I have blast from the past show up from like 200 miles away and 9 months ago and want to rekindle a relationship in the middle of the dance floor and tell me how he's going make me fall in love with him. At that point I felt like throwing up for the second time in one day lol. Then walking to the car in the parking lot we are getting cat calls from all the idiots standing outside and when I finally get to my car blast from the past calls talking about he wants to see me before he leaves town Saturday and blah blah blah. I had to just cut my ringer off at that point.
Then we get in the car and my cousin and friend are filling me in on all the interesting things they heard since people have microphones in their throats and conversations they had and things they observed. When I got home I really just wanted to hide and get in bed... until I looked at my phone and it was five missed calls from BFTP talking about can he come over and talk at like 3:15 am. My head was hurting so bad by the time I got out the shower that I think I just cried myself to sleep lol.
Today I got up at 7 so I could go get my hair twisted. So at the moment I am functioning off of 4 hours of angry sleep. I think I had the worlds slowest stylist, my usual lady had an appointment so I got another girl that took an hour to wash and 3 hours to twist compared to my normal 1.5 total lol.
Then I went to the worlds most ghetto baby shower. No games. No prizes. No nothing just a buffet of food and people bringing gifts. To some that's not ghetto, but what is ghetto is that the person with child's' husband and baby's father was there (it's not the same person) and she's been married to the husband 2 years so figure that out lol. That really made my stomach hurt cause I can't stand trifling people, which she fits into.
I think I need to join the convent. For real.
written with care at 6:22 PM
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