It’s only been a few days of classes and already I’m swamped with stuff to read. With that in mind, I decided to take my dad’s order/advice and told the market that I needed to quit in order to focus on my studies. I don’t know how long it will take them to find someone else, but hopefully not too long.

In other news… well, there is no other news really. School started and I’ve been doing that for a bit. I had to work yesterday, so that took up most of my time. Today, I went to eat (good) pizza with MJ and her friend, XG. We then took the bus to the Korean market to get some food. I’ve been home since, took a quick 30 minute nap and now am trying to clean.

I hate how I can clean up my room for one day and two days later, it will be messy and cluttered.

I just thanked Asian Dude for the smile and I really missed it. It’s been a long time, too long I think. But for now, I’m just going to enjoy the single, college years and maybe I’ll find me a prince instead of a frog.

Well, the cleaning awaits!

Okay, not really, but that’s the phrase that was stuck in my head as I was thinking of a title.

So, recap of the rest of my weekend, which, did not end at that house party. First off, my hickey went away in just two days! Back to the rest of the stuff. Saturday came about and I was pretty much lounging around until it was time to get to work. I was cleaning up here and there, but nothing too much. Then I get a call about an hour and half before I’m schedule to go in and they tell me that I don’t have to go. So I stay and I clean some more, take care of laundry, etc. I end up talking to Cat Lady down the hall and she tells me some rumors about the new owners of the apartment building. I excuse myself because I can hear my phone ring from two doors down and it turns out to be MJ, asking if I’d be interested in going to a party later that night.

Well, since I had gone into Cat Lady’s house and I am quite allergic to cats (I suppose if it’s in a very cat-infested environment; not when they’re cute and cuddly outside), so I started getting really itchy. When MJ called, I was kind of irritated and was in no mood to feel like going out, even though it was hours before, but it’s just one of those things, you know? Anyway, so I tell her that I’m unsure and to check back with me later. She gives the details to my roommate and since the frat house is color to MJ than it is to SS and me, SS and I leave together and try calling MJ to meet up. MJ didn’t end up going because she got upset that the housemates she was going to go with kind of ditched her, so it was just SS and I.

It was definitely a different vibe than the night before. There were four tables set up solely for beer pong and not much of a dance party. Poor SS, I could tell that she was bored because 1) the boys were not to her liking 2) all they had was beer 3) no dancing 4) no one she knew. I ended up running into someone I knew years ago, but that was as far as our acquaintance went. I ended up signing up for a game of pong with a partner (a random dude; never got his name or I did and have forgotten it) and I won! I had to admit, I was pretty badass in that first game.

SS and I stayed for a while, just trying to chat with some boys and whatnot, and also hoping that our Irish boys will get back to us about another party, but neither did. As I was just hanging out, another friend, AL, sent me a text talking about how he was stressed, bored, and wanted something to do, so I invited him over to the frat. I was about to start another game of pong when he showed up, so I made him my partner. Unfortunately, we lost. I admit it may have had to do with the fact that I was already a little buzzed when the game started, so that would’ve affected my game just a bit. As for AL… maybe it’s just not his game.

After we finished that, we hung out for a bit, then headed out. SS wanted to head home anyway, so we split our ways there. I went back to AL’s room and had me some nice shots of Patron and weed… then passed out. No, nothing happened between us. It was just a simple way to end the night with some good alcohol.

I woke up quite early (around 8:30am or so) and headed back to my place so I could peacefully sleep. However, when I got back, I got a call from work telling me that they needed me (even though they called the day before and said they didn’t), so I quickly showered, dressed, and went to work. Afterward, I called up Asian Dude so we could meet up.

Asian Dude and I ended up walking to the Big C and I knew it was going to be a painful walk, but since he had never been, I thought I’d take him. It was a pretty nice view, but a bit cloudy, so we couldn’t see the Golden Gate Bridge from where we were. It was a nice setting; we sat, we talked… and yes, I finally got my good kiss. We headed back about an hour after that and parted our ways.

I know, I know that we’re not looking for something, but is it silly of me to feel a bit… light? I mean, sure, there was the Irish boy, but I know that there is absolutely no chance in hell it could ever work. But with Asian Dude, there’s still that possibility and I hate knowing that because it gives me hope, it gives me the chance to fantasize, it gives me a chance to pretty much disappoint myself, no? But I kind of like being able to smile again, even if it is a little one. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do that and considering everything that’s happened in the last year, it’s about time!

I wrapped up Sunday by passing out after the hike, waking up in time for church, then heading over to RN’s place to spend the night. If the old me had met me now, I wouldn’t even know what the hell happened. But I suppose this is how the single life in college is supposed to be, no? The fun side of everything? I don’t really know for sure; my sister, I don’t think anyway, wasn’t single for long in college, but then again, she got an earlier start on juggling men than I did… or so it seemed anyway. I don’t really know anybody else who’s enjoying her single-hood besides my roommate and NN… about a year ago anyway.

Speaking of NN… I totally miss her! She and I never got the chance to party together and here I am, trying to find something to do each week and she’s not here. Granted, we are going to go to Vegas in a few months, but still!

School started today. Well, school has been in session for me since I’m taking the PE course, but my actual classes, the ones that matter, started today and of course, I already have 100+ pages to read by Wednesday and I don’t know how much more reading I’ll have to add to that when I go to my next class tomorrow. So far, it seems like it could be an interesting class, if not, then a relatively easy class.

Anyway, it’s late, I’m tired and sore from the hike this morning and all the weight training exercise I did this morning. I’m going to hate tomorrow because right after my PE class, I have to go to my next class and that won’t give me any time to shower! Yikes! I really don’t want to be the smelly one, but I might. Or at least without makeup, which I don’t want to do either. Damn you Tuesdays. And Mondays too.

Goodness me, last night was definitely a new night of things. Blah, blah, blah, the day started off normally with work then my doctor’s appointment. Afterward, I met up with MJ and her housemate, S, to go see Sex and the City (again, I know) since they hadn’t seen it. Even though I knew what was going to happen, I still cried. I know, I’m such a sap.

Afterwards, S, invited us to go to a bake party and we had agreed to go, but I needed to pick up my birth control pills at home first. When we got there, my roommate mentioned that there was a frat party she wanted to head out to, so I decided to go there instead. I knew that MJ wanted to go to since it was her birthday and she wanted to not be spending the night in a mellow way, which would’ve been the party.

By the time we decided that, however, I had already set a reservation for the rental car (MJ had forgotten her license and we were thinking about going to go drink and her place is very much up the hill), so we ended up dropping S to the place where she needed to be. We returned the car and were walking back when a car pulled over next to us and the boys inside invited us to a house party. Me, being in my frisky mood after having watched the movie, I told them that we might show up, but it wasn’t certain since we were planning on going elsewhere. However, I made note of the address just in case. When I told my roommate, SS, about the invitation, she seemed interested, so we headed there first before going to the original party (which we never made it to).

When we (MJ, SS, SS’s friend, and I) first arrived, there were few guests. Well, there was a bit of people, maybe about 20 or so, but not enough for us to mingle with. We were making plans to head out to another party, but decided to wait since I, and another one of SS’s friends, had pitched in for the beer run and wanted to get our beers before we left. When the beers came, we didn’t leave right away and stayed for a bit. Luckily we did, because guess who came? The Irish. Yes, I know, I’m a sucker for cute white boys.

Since I work at the market and see quite a few people, I recognized some of the Irish boys that had come in during my few shifts there. We introduced ourselves and got to talking for a bit. It was a bit of an awkward start since I was a bit shy, even though I felt more assertive than I had ever been previously. I ended up wandering a bit around the first floor and on my way back to the party area, I ran into one of the Irish Boys, M. We had been flirty with one another for the whole night, so when I ran into him, I asked him to dance (I know, I never do that either!).

Well… one thing led to another and the next thing I know, we’re standing on the side of the house (outside of course), just making out. I have to admit… it was pretty good. The only bummer is that he purposely wanted to leave a mark on my neck and I tried to stop him (by nudging my head into his), but he wouldn’t budge. When I came home to check in the mirror, the mark was fat as all hell. I’d say it spans about one inch tall by 2.5 inches wide. Yes, it’s that big. Luckily, I learned a technique a long time ago about how to help cure those, so this morning, it’s not looking so bad.

Anyway, the party ended up getting busted, but that was fine because by that point, I was trying to find SS and MJ in order to tell them that I was heading out. I could’ve stayed, but I’m not one to try and hook up with more than one person during the night, so I wanted to head out. Maya had been talking to a guy during the party (she’s got a boyfriend back at home) and he offered to walk us back. Since my house is closest, we walked back to my place first. When we got there, I noticed the desperation on Maya’s face that she did not want to walk him with this guy, so we had to convince him that she was going to spend the night with me. It took quite a few tries (since he was drunk), but he finally let her stay. We chatted for a bit until it was past 2 a.m. since I wanted to call the escort van service to have her taken home safely.

And yes, that was all last night. Like I said, a night of new things, no? I met someone new, I saw a cute naked dude in the window (we were walking by and I noticed a light on the third floor of a building and there in all his glory, was a naked man - with a cute butt), I got invited to a party randomly as the guys were driving down the street, asked a guy to dance, made out with said guy on the side of a house at a party, and saved a friend from a dude she didn’t want to spend more time with.

All in all, it was a good night. That Irish boy was really cute and in my opinion, all is fair game until someone wants to be exclusive, right? Thank God I have sleeveless shirts with a high neck collar, or else I’d either 1) die from the heat of having to wear a turtleneck or 2) show the whole world that I had gotten busy last night. Speaking of getting busy, I could tell the Irish boy wanted to do something a little bit more, but I had to tell him that I wasn’t that kind of girl. I’m not, really. I need to feel comfortable with someone first and it needs to not be so… skanky, like at a party.

Anyway, I’ve got to eat, got things to take care of, all that good stuff.