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What an insane weekend.

Friday night I met up with Britt, Lauren, Jamie, and some other people from High School that I never talked to. It was good seeing old friends of course and I had a good time. I miss Britt and I miss telling her everything, I hate for people to see me when I am weak and unfortunately I have been weak for a long time it seems. I hung out with Seamus afterward and, well- we were both broken hearted. We cuddled each other, it was nice to be close to someone again.

Then saturday slapped me in the face.

Anger can make you do a lot of crazy things. On the drive to Ana's on saturday night I pretty much made up my mind and said, "Fuck it!", that indicating the break of my 21 years of sobriety. Ginger, Ana, some chick and I performed at Wicked Garden in Larimer Square. The manager gave us a free tab at the bar and I said, what the hell?! I drank a glass of champange, which was really, really hard to drink. Alcohol is way gross by the way. I got two other mixed drink which were disgusting as well which I literally took 3 sips from. Seeing as Ana, Ginger and I were all freshly single and extremely bitter, we decided to hit on every guy in the club, unfortunately ALL of them had girlfriends. I did find my 34 year old soulmate who has a masters in Sculpture. He said I was beautiful and the girl of his dreams but he had a girlfriend that he did not want to betray ( Ultra sweet ) so he could not take my number, but he gave me his card (which I later lost, damn!). Ana and I met a cute girl named Patty who just moved from NY who we are taking under our wing to become and SG. The whole time I was there I was crushing on the Manager of the club who organized the whole event. He was older than me for sure and... of course, asian, god dammit! Finally the end of the night came (the club closed) and I said my thank you's for everything to him and then I whined about how depressed I was and I gushed my sob story to him and then he held my hand and I am not even going to continue the story after that.

Anyway, fast forward, I meet up with Ana at 2 am and we go to this Casa De Sol House music Party, which is in the basement of this place and the party went till 5 am. There were a LOT of people and it was a super small space, so Ana and I said screw this and went home at 3 am. I went home and passed out on my couch till 5 am and dragged myself to bed.

My sister calls at 9am to tell me she has food posioning and that I need to go take care of her, so pick up some ginger ale and go to her apartment and we fall asleep on her couch till 2pm. Then I rush home so Teresa and I can go adopt new guinea pigs from the Dumb friends league. Adoption goes well, she gets a baby girl guinea that she names Keisha and I get a fat two year old guinea that I name Kweli. So I introduce Kweli and Raheem and shit was not Kosher, Kweli almost kicked Raheem's ass! It was brutal, so I have to take Kweli back to DDFL, its so tragic, Raheem needs a brother!

Also-my car is nearing the end of its life, its a Pep Boys right now. Please god let it be a $20 fix.

Analysis of my weekend: I am very surprised at my actions this weekend I did some EXTREMELY out of character things that I am not sure if I am hyped about or ashamed of. Also- I am secretely in love with Jarell but I think I already fucked that situation up, dammit!

Date with Paul on Wednesday.

Rashad told me it takes 21 days for cells to regenerate. Some guy got a heart transplant and the guy where the heart orginally came from loved chicken nuggets and when the patient got the new heart he craved chicken nuggets too! So that means it will be 21 days before things get easier for me and my heart heals.

Cross your fingers!