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so i went out for my first night on the town since i got back....i even took a nap today so that i could stay up past 9!! sam and i went to houlihan's and i ate lots of really unhealthy but satisfying american food that i'd been missing out on. like, seriously, it's no wonder spanish girls are all so skinny. their food sucks and they have no dessert. we talked about how, when you're pms-ing, stupid little things make you cry. like one time i was watching an investment banking commercial and i got all teary-eyed and i knew it must have been about that time. katie novel met us there, but she had already eaten, so we talked for awhile and took advantage of the free refills. i hated that they don't bring you more drinks in europe, because usually i drink like four diet cokes and i am so not about to pay for all of them.
after houlihan's we met up with chris, dan, dave, mike, cory and danielle at bakers square. the neon sign was messed up so it said "bakers are," and so as we're driving up sam and i are like, "bakers are what??" suffice it to say it was real funny. but it was great seeing everyone again, talking about our past drunken exploits and filling them in on my escapades in madrid. i missed just sitting around and ripping up napkins into little pieces and balling them up and throwing them at people while we talk about how ridiculous we are. also, what's with all these TV shows about rich girls? who comes up with this garbage? i haven't watched TV since before i left for spain so i'm realizing that i'm really out of the loop.
after all this i came home and found myself at the computer, talking to the people i was just hanging out with. it's funny watching everyone sign on, wheaton people first and then the people who live farther away. i also talked to bestfriend for about 5 seconds and james who i'm realizing that i just can't wait to see next semester.
speaking of which, apparently there are certain people at SLU who think i am a slut and who like to tell all of their friends about it. i don't know if they read the makeout portion of my livejournal from the beginning of my madrid experience, or if they are just bitter, or what, but it really upsets me that people who don't even know me are talking shit about me. first of all....i most certainly am not a slut and i think that my friends would vouch for me. thanks, james, by the way. secondly....i'm a carrie bradshaw by nature. i fall in love and i fall hard and as i pick up the pieces of my broken heart i amuse myself in between, and i write about all of it. i'd write about other things, like school and inside jokes and maybe the occasional work of poetry or prose, but that's really not as much fun for me. and third: just thinking that people are thinking badly about me is just upsetting. like, i feel like complete shit at this moment, when i have no reason to. i guess i liked to think that people are more mature than that, that they mind their own business, but what can you do?
i remember anthony telling me that his friends had read my livejournal or something and warned him about me....and nick said that i'm just 'famous' back at SLU with all their friends....and not only is it scary that so many people know all this stuff but it's even scarier that i have no idea who any of them are. for gosh sakes they are probably reading this and laughing at me. i suppose i'm just an exhibitionist - at least when it comes to my livejournal. so it's my own damn fault, at least partially. but making out with a few foreigners doesn't make you a slut....i just thought it was sort of funny. but then again, i do have a very different sense of humor than most people and i wouldn't have imagined that people would eat this whole story up like they did. oh well, i really could care less what people think of me, but hearing about it just sort of made my heart sink and i needed to write about it.
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