This week has been a roller coaster of emotions. It started with the best night I've had in college and ended with the worst valentine's day of my life.
Last Saturday, Justin was having a party at his house again. He lives in Burr Ridge in a really nice house. He drove me and a couple other people from DePaul to his house that evening. There were about 30 or so of our friends there. I tried some really good drinks including a sweet prince (blue vodka with moutain dew), a creamsicle (cake flavored vodka with orange soda) and dragonfruit flavored vodka. With all this vodka, I got pretty drunk. I got drunk enough to dance Gangnam Style at least, which I would normally never do. We also danced to the Harlem shake a lot. That was my first time hearing of it and then all week I've seen all these videos of it. If you don't know what it is, look it up on youtube and you'll be watching them for hours. Every time I sat down because I was so tired, one of my friends picked me up and made me dance some more. I had lots of guys randomly hit on me which doesn't happen a lot. I also kissed and was kissed by people, but it was always on the cheek. Everyone I was with were really nice and I realized they were better friends and nicer people than those that I've met in my dorm. I ended up sleeping in a really comfy queen bed at Justin's house with my friend Laura. The next morning, we had some cinnamon rolls, cleaned up, and took a train back to the city.
On Monday I had a midterm in the morning, which was not fun of course. I also couldn't register for classes at my assigned time, so by the time I could, one of my classes was already full. Unfortunately I have to go to the loop for one class next door, which I really don't want to do.
On Tuesday, I saw Walk the Moon (their singer is the on in the picture). They did a free show here at DePaul and they were really good. I was second row in the center. They sound kind of like Grouplove meets Temper Trap. They put on a great show and it was a lot of fun.
Now Thursday is when everything took a turn for the worst. I tried to go about my day like it was any other Thursday. I was sitting in the lounge happily eating quesadillas and watching Supernatural when Kevin walks in. Now just a reminder, Kevin is my best friend I've made here, but I've also had feelings for him since the first week of school. So he says to me "hey sorry this is short notice, but Anne and I are a thing now." I was just like...what? Anne is a mutual friend of ours. I asked about his last girlfriend and he said they broke up weeks ago and didn't bother to mention it to me. I just said ok and he left. I ran into my room and sobbed for about an hour on the phone with Nikki. I'm upset about this for many reasons. First is of course the fact that I really like him. Hopefully I'll get over it, but it will be difficult considering we all live on the same floor. I'm also mad that he hasn't told me anything. He didn't tell me he and his girlfriend broke up and he didn't give me any heads up about them. I was shocked too because I knew Anne liked some other guy and I thought she was going to end up with him. Then he just kind of drops this bomb of news on me on Valentine's Day which is a day I prefer not to acknowledge because I'm bitter and alone. This emotional stress gave me a cold sore too. I've been drowning my sorrows in cheap sale chocolate and TV shows. One nice thing is that I got a ticket to see Patti Smith at the Vic in May. I think that will be a great show because I haven't seen any really legendary rock stars live. Plus, she's in her 60s so who knows if she'll tour again. Yesterday I hung out with my friends outside of my dorm in order to get away from all of this. They seem to care about me a lot more. We stayed up really late last night watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Ferris Beuller's Day Off.