i smell like bonfire. as awkward as it was, i was ok. no weird feelings or flutters or anything, which is surprising because i thought i would get weird feelings that i shouldn't be having. not even a lot of sad. just... calm. i didn't think he'd show because he really does hate bonfires. i can't hate him now because he did show up. now i have to suck it up and deal with it. i have two choices: move on and start over, or never talk to him again. i'm obligated to make nice because i have a feeling that if i don't, i will regret it. i got a lot of glances when he showed up from everyone, and that was ... comforting. we didn't talk much, but we exchanged words before he left.
last night was interesting, i sound like such a fucking kid, but i am pretty sure i was drunk. i am a tired drunk. i remember memorable things... like throwing up twice. chinese food and soco are not friends. i had only 3 shots, but i dunno, i took them kind of fast. i'm still ridiculously tired. i remember i discovered that i missed a little and puked on my aa track jacket. i cried. i don't really remember much, the more i try to remember, the less sure i am that it actually happened. oh well. i doubt i will ever purposely try and get drunk again. also, i won't eat food because i know i'll throw up.
also. the oc is cancelled. hahahahahahhahahahahhaha. ok.
oh and another sidenote to those who watch the office: pam's hair changed back to normal in the last episode. not all fancy and stuff. makes me sad. :(