Happy freaking Wednesday!

The BS that I was upset about on... Monday has not gotten any better, only worse since then. All I will say is that... the entire post about my wonderful boyfriend and all of the mushy crap? Apparently it was only one-sided... and merely on my side... and apparently that whole being faithful thing went right out the window. Now if anyone's ever been in a long distance relationship you'll know that the base of the relationship is TOTALLY on communication and the emotional part of the relationship (since you obviously aren't together so much for the physical). Well since he's been gone I've heard from him twice and apparently he's been calling his ex every day... and emailing her and has bought her something. Myspace... what a wonderful tool to use to fuck someone over. You think you know someone and then you find comments on their page from their ex DETAILING these conversations they're having with them and not YOU... it gets better. I message him (as he hadn't yet given me an email) and ask what's up with all this and he in turns responds with NOTHING is going on with his ex... BUT he feels that he just hasn't been missing as much as he should and as he feels SO SHITTY about doing this to me while he's away... he just doesn't see me so much as a lover anymore as he does a friend AND he just doesn't know what to do about this! CLASSY no? I told him that I knew what to do... long story, somewhat, short I ended it and haven't heard from him since. So... not really the way I thought that would go and I'm filled with anger and hurt from the betrayal but I know that I'll be able to move on while sometime in his life he'll realize how much he fucked up and what he lost.... at least that's what I keep telling myself... along with all of my wonderful friends (thank God for them). :-)

So NO more time spent on that because it's just not worth it.

Prior to all of this, I had a WONDERFUL weekend! Saturday was just so much fun. Got up, jumped on the treadmill and watched an episode of Gilmore Girls (WHAT!? I adore that show and have since the start! leave me alone...) talked to my roommate, Anita, and then jumped in the shower and got ready to go out with my dad and his gf, Kim. They picked me up (it's been so damn cold and my car isn't exactly the most reliable SO...) and we went to a brat fry at this bar I'm not particularly fond of (What's Up) and spent a few hours there killing time and drinking beer until we were to go to a comedy show. the show was HILARIOUS! the crowd... ha, not so much. I think everyone pounded a 40 before they walked in (LESS US of course!) because seriously... wow. there was all sorts of... special people there. but anyhoo...

A friend of our's, we shall call... A, met us there and then him and I went to meet up with his brother and his wife. My dad and his gf were supposed to follow but apparently got "tired" and went home (EW is what I say to that! they were SO not tired when we left and were pretty... handsy with one another. EW... Shut up that's my dad and it's gross!). So A & I just hung out with his brother and sister-in-law until they left and then we met up with some of his friends at another bar.

Let me say that A is SUCH a nice guy... and the poor kid has been asking me out for a few months now and I just happened to meet him JUST at the same time I was getting back together with my NOW ex so it just never happened. But now... I will most likely allow him to take me out on that date he's been asking for. Just need a little bit to deal with this BS, you see what I'm saying.

Anywayz... that night was SO fun and we went to one of his friends' apartments after and he even ordered me a pizza (well because without the pizza I would've been NO good to anyone... the guys made me play bar dice and we had... something like 4 BOMBS within an hour! and I'm a lightweight!) and paid for it! He wouldn't take my money! (granted I totally only had $7 but still... I tried!) we hung out there until... something like 5:30... sheesh! so come that next morning all I could think was how I was NOT leaving the house. BUT then it hit me like a crack in the mouth - SUPER BOWL SUNDAY. Wondyful.

I dragged my ass out of bed and at some point managed to get in the shower. My body was saying NOOOOO but I said shut the fuck up we're going you bitch! (I did. out loud... ok maybe not OUT LOUD but I don't need to. I'm talking to myself here people! I hear it regardless!) but I ended up going and I'm SO glad I did. Like I've said before most of my friends are guys and I just LOVE that.

Anyone who knows me OUTSIDE of this group would probably find this next thing odd but it's the truth regardless. I'm definitely "one of the guys" when I'm with this group. That's basically the only way they see me and that's the way I LOVE it (most of the time... sometimes I'd like to not have to remind them that I'm a girl with a VERY low tolerance and doing 40 shots in a row is just not AS fun for me as it is for them... you see what I'm saying). But the times that they DO recognize I'm a girl can go either way. Because either they're noticing... YA KNOW... that I'm a WOMAN. You know how that goes. but it'll be a comment that'll JUST start to come out and they'll stop because, well, it's ME and they realize we just don't do THAT. Or they want to give me a compliment and I faint from total and complete shock. The OTHER way is great. They are MY GUYS and no one will mess with me. I don't mean they freak out on other guys if they come up and talk to me, no. But all I have to do is give one of them (basically my boy, AP is the main one looking out for me) THAT look and they are there with their arm around me, staring the guy down. They will protect me and never allow a guy to mistreat me. Sometimes I have to stop them from being silly if they're drunk and someone is just being stupid beacuse honestly? So not worth a ride in the back of a cop car or the fines to follow... but most of the times, it's welcome protection and I feel very loved. Because ya know... if I'm one of the guys, how else are they showing their love?

On the other side, being the woman in the group (and also just who I am) I look out for them and take care of them. I do my best to make sure (my boy, AP especially) they eat something while (or before) we're out and things like that. If someone has too much to drink, I drive them home and SOMETIMES will take care of them then too. (I don't want them to get too used to that and have that become a horrible habit. wouldn't want them to think that's an awesome way to go). See, having a bunch of guys as friends can be so much easier then having other women as friends. Don't get me wrong... I love my girlfriends. But I don't have very many as I just don't trust a lot of people anymore (especially since I live in a small town and all anyone ever does around here is gossip and talk shit, like it's high school).

With guys if you're there to play video games and shoot darts and watch sports (HA yeah... just the Super Bowl for this girl most of the time!) you're in. Being there when they need you and listening to them when they want to have a drunk, serious, talk.. is all a lot of guys truly need. Now I'm in no way saying all guys are like MY guys... but I love my guys. and while they can be idiots and ignorant at times, they genuinely have good intentions and mainly will do anything for their friends. Now THAT is what I call a good guy... and I'm constantly surrounded by them... it's just too bad we only see each other as friends! Not that I'm wanting THAT with any of them, I'm just saying looking at them and seeing their good intentions and deep down the men they are going to turn into (ya know, after the drunken party faze is over and they move on and get married and all that) I'd love to find a man like any (well almost hehe) one of them.

Tonight is the night I get to hang out with all of them and I absolutely can not wait. Wednesday nights are the nights that we go out. A lot of us still go out on the weekends (some more then others) but Wednesday nights are the nights I go and watch my guys shoot for dart league and then after... KARAOKE! Yes seriously... shut up. It's my ONLY chance to sing and I just LOVE to sing. Not that I'm not up there before and after (MOSTLY) drunks who don't give a shit, but I really do. I love singing, it's the one thing I absolutely love and know I have a talent for... well most days. :-)

So I have a single hour left at my LOVELY job today and then I'm going out to dinner with my roommate, Anita and then for the first time (!) she's going to come and watch the guys shoot! It's going to be a blasty blast!

Have a wonderful night ya'll... because I know I will!!!

(Hopefully I'm not back tomorrow with a horribly hung-over post!)