I'm here to fulfill my promise!
So, we're all good. We went suit shopping and Dylan found his suit. I already have my dress. It's a deep pinkish red, like a coral color. It has a chest decoration, which I have fondly renamed boob art, that looks like an angry tribal man, and I'm wearing sandals that my mother says make me look like a peasant woman. I'm partial to quirky peasant women and their style though, so I'm not mad about it. We're going to a wedding on Saturday. One of Dylan's high school friends is getting married and I'm his plus one. I do enjoy weddings, though this is only my fourth one. Over the next two years, however, three of my family members are getting married, so I think I'll get my fill of them.
Last Thursday was a lot of fun, surprisingly. As some of you might know, last Thursday I went out with some friends to a karaoke bar that I've grown less fond of every time I go there. It was another birthday type thing for Steven's girlfriend, so I was obligated to go. I actually met a new friend! He's a work buddy of the GF, and I was warned that he was a little weird. I didn't think he was though. He may have been scared by my personality though. I don't think I made a very good impression, which saddens me. I was hoping to make more of a connection. So I call him a friend but, really, that might just be an immature phrasing for our established connection. Maybe we're just acquaintances, or one time conversationalists. We had some pretty good conversations though. I wouldn't be opposed to more conversation opportunities with him.
Anyway! He was cool. I was a little confused by some of the actions of the other party guests though. Like the fact that a certain person kept looking at me and inserting himself in the conversation between me and my new conversation partner. Also the looks he kept giving me while we were at the bar. Like, it was a look a few shades darker that polite interest. He definitely wanted to do or say something, but he didn't. He just turned to his guest and talked to her. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. It's quite possible that's what's going on, given my propensity to make mountains out of molehills. True politeness is so rare in this society that some people mistake it for flirting. We've been trained to believe that no one will be polite to us unless they are inferior to us in some way, usually by being younger than us, or they like us in a more than friendly manner. True gentlemen are few and far between, I'm afraid. So it's possible this dude was only being polite and trying to circulate through everyone, giving them all equal attention.
Overall, the party was a success. The weirdness came after the party was over. I think I did something to piss everyone off, which is quite possible. If so, I'm surprised it's only just happened. Everyone's been ignoring me or sending vaguely bitchy text messages. I didn't feel well on Friday, and turned in super early. I'm talking around 8:30 or 9:00. But the GF wanted to hand out and I didn't feel up to it so I told her so. Apparently she'd had a really crappy day and wanted to talk it out, and my refusing her was just another steaming pile of bullshit. So I think she's upset with me. It doesn't help matters that the only other time she's talked to me is today, after I told her I'd been in an accident. You're kind of obligated to talk to someone when they've been in an accident, let's be real. If someone tells you they've been in a car accident and you don't respond you're kind of a raging douchebag. So that's the weirdness.
In other news, tomorrow I'm taking my last test for teacher certification. If I pass it I'll officially be licensed to teach! Also, my neck is killing me. It's gotten worse over the course of the day. It's understandable, considering I bore the brunt of the force of impact. So I'm going to the doctor for it tomorrow, and we'll see how it all goes. I'm going to go to sleep now. I have a big test tomorrow, after all.
Goodnight!
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