It was a good weekend with my friends. Except for the part where N. got so trashed on Friday night at G.’s house that he was proposing marriage to her — even though he’s engaged and her husband and children were asleep upstairs. J. seemed really mellow by comparison. I guess he was tired from the flight. I was exhausted from waking up at 5:30 that morning and it was almost 2 a.m. and we were still waiting for N. to be done hanging out. So J., Cori, Jen and I just waited in the kitchen and stood there. Falling asleep. We ended up not getting to sleep until 3 a.m. J. and N. left yesterday morning around 9:45. Cori stayed.

Did some shopping yesterday. I replaced my brown summer dress shoes that I broke the heel off of during my very bad day on Tuesday. I don’t know that I’m crazy about these, but they’re okay and they will suffice. Plus they were only $18.

There’s a person that I have a very dramatic past with. We don’t hang out anymore (and I don’t feel like describing the dramatic past because I don’t want this blog to turn into that. That’s what my old LJ was). Anyway, this person suggested that we attend this event this weekend (it’s today), and I said I didn’t know. I’ve distanced myself from him a lot in the last year and I’m not really all about wanting to let him get to me. So for me, I was never actually believing that he would actually say “okay let’s go through with this” — especially since he said that he would have to let me know, too. He’s been suggesting that we hang out a lot lately, and I keep saying no. This was something I actually wanted to do, so I might have gone. But he never said anything about it. Last night I left him a message and said that I guessed we weren’t going. But here’s the kicker, I’m really not that upset that we’re not going. I’m just pretending to be more upset to see if I can get him to feel guilty. He messed with my head for so many years, and now I want to do it right back to him. The problem is that sometimes, in pretending to be more upset than I actually am, I really do get upset. Mostly because it makes me think of the past and it pisses me off. This seems a little manipulative, but I’m entitled. I feel that after 8 or 9 years of being treated like I don’t matter, I’ve earned the right to stick up for myself a little bit.

So my apartment is once again empty and I’m hoping to finish reading Best Friends today. That gets me one step closer to Tori Spelling’s autobiography <3 hehe.