Okay...here we go.
Alyssa and I jokingly decided to start writing in blogs after a long session of boy-bashing earlier tonight. We figured that we could write all about our lives and then the other one could catch up easily by reading the rants on blogger instead of over facebook chat. I remember reading Jill's xanga a few years ago and we laughed for hours when reliving the crap she wrote in there so it seemed only necessary for me to start up a blog again.
I'm at work right now and I am twenty minutes from running to the subway and hopping the first northbound train home. I have to work again tomorrow morning, which normally is the worst thing to look forward to. By the time I get home and shower it is well past ten and onto eleven o'clock and I generally get six hours of sleep and have to get up and go right back into town. The only thing that is getting me through this week is that gleaming light in the distance known as Phi Sig semi formal.
At first, I was skeptical about returning as an alumna to formal. I felt really awkward about going back and was totally expecting the sisters to vote against allowing alumna to come back in the first place. They didn't, though, and now I am going back on Friday for one last hoorah. It was kind of a last minute decision; I had originally decided on not going (much to Janelle and Jess Y.'s dismay) and I was fine with that. I only decided to go after Liz and I decided we'd go together to avoid the awkwardness. Then came the next issue: a date. Who the hell was I going to take? I'm as close with my former formal dates as I am with Jesus so that was pretty much out of the question. All of my homo friends were taken. Who the hell was I even going to take? So then it dawned on me to ask Jeremy to go with me. He said yes, somewhat reluctantly it sounded, but yes just the same. About a week later, Liz told me she couldn't go. No big deal, really, cause I had a date and was gonna go and have fun with him anyway. I paid for the tickets and started looking for a dress. A week later, Jeremy says he can't go. So now I'm dateless, dressless, and Lizless.
Fast forward to two days ago. I had no one to take, no dress, and no money to really pay for my tickets. I was strongly considering not going. I really needed to find someone to go with and pronto. It dawned on me at like 11 o'clock the other night and I freaking wrote on his wall about it. "Hey Dorito, wanna feel really cool Friday night?" He said yea, and he seems really excited about it too! So now I had a date. Next up: a dress. I went to ross this morning before work and found a cute little red number. I think I'm gonna wear it. Excited!
It's 8:03 and I gotta log off from the work computer. Happy first post!
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