Apparently Saturday Night Was Just What I Needed

After feeling really down for so long, I got off work at noon, cranked out a bunch of shit for my 10 page research paper I have due this upcoming week, took a shower, and started to get ready for a birthday party at The Man Cave later that night.

The party was great. We walked in and felt slightly uncomfortable at first, standing around trying to akwardly mingle with all these people that we didn't really know, but at the end of the night we were all taking shots and dougie-ing together. And the more time I spent there with all of those random people just thrown together in the same room, the more glad I was that Taylor wasn't invited. I would have been constantly wondering who he was talking to and what he was doing...and for what? Nothing. He doesn't want anything to come from any of our hookups so why should I act like there's potential there? So I stopped giving a shit, and I had one of the best nights of my life. Especially the flirting with Jake. That was the best. And at the end of the night he kissed me. He was sitting on the stone steps leading out of the backyard, and motioned for me to come sit by him. I stumbled over, pretty well drunk by this point, and sat down next to him as he put his arm around me. And then he asked to kiss me (he fucking asked, how classy and gentlemanly is that?), and we kissed for a long time. I pulled away and told him I had to go, but he grabbed my hands and pulled me back in and whispered "don't go yet" and we kissed some more until I finally broke away and ran to my car where my friends where waiting. Still melting from the situation.

He asked Ben for my number the next night and was texting me. He told me I was a good kisser (fuck yes) and last night Bailey told me that he suggested to Ben that we go on a double date this weekend (double fuck yes). So this weekend the four of us are going to smoke together. It's only Tuesday. This week has the potential to be the slowest week of my life.

In other news, Taylor and I are fighting. Again. Who knows if he's even going to want to go to prom with me. He's mad that I lied and told him nothing was happening Saturday night instead of telling him that he wasn't invited. And he's mad that I made out with Jake. He won't talk to me or even look at me. I understand where he's coming from, but I honestly think he's blowing this way out of proportion. If he doesn't want to be involved with me at all, then why is he allowed to be mad when I kiss other people? Ridiculous.

26 days of high school left.