On the first day of the second semester, I said to myself, “It's so nice to have a schedule again, leave the house.” For the better part of winter break I hibernated only leaving to go to work and occasionally throw on some sun screen to go grocery shopping.
I watched romantic comedies. I blogged. I considered my future.
My first week back was honestly really great. Wednesday I had my first club meeting, which is where I realized that I'm truly one of the most inconsequential.
There's this woman in our club, she's a forty year old mother of three, really sweet woman, and she was telling me about her winter break and I was like oh my god. Your life is more interesting then mine. My life is sad and tragic. Also pathetic, but I decided not to think about that.
Before this meeting I'd gone out to lunch with my two Princes. We got pizza. It was really nice. I enjoy seeing them. It's honestly so great third wheeling. I'm just waiting for my social life to fall apart when they break up. If they do I won't believe that love is real anymore.
I also righteously embarrassed myself. I saw my only straight friend and the first thing I said to him was, “I've missed you!” Straight boys don't say that to each other. I just dead panned it. At least I could have leveled it out with, “I've missed seeing you”, but I just went straight for the jugular. I made up for it by telling him to go fuck himself and that I hated him. You know as boys do.
In case you were wondering what I've started doing on Friday's now that I don't work. After I get home from a long day of school, I came home, went to sleep. Then, I woke up and watched 27 Dresses. Had I watched it a few weeks ago? Yes, but when you related to Katherine Heigl the way I do, a few weeks is such a short distance.