Dear Blog Thread,
Sorry to stray from the fun of bemoaning (and whatever the opposite of bemoaning is...) about Econ, but I've already ranted this to all of my friends and family, and think i need a wider perspective on this. Although, I don't actually expect anyone to read my drivel, so it's OK if you all ignore me.
Basically to make a huge story short, my boyfriend walked out on me at a play last night. There was a short break between scenes and he said he was going out to get some air...well, he never came back. At intermission, I called him up and asked him where he was. He had ditched me to go watch V For Vendetta with a group of his friends --his rational for doing this was that he had made this promise to them a couple weeks ago that they would watch it on November 5th (The whole Guy Fawkes thing of course...). Basically, as he was trying to explain things to me, I hung up on him, went back inside, enjoyed the rest of the play, hugged one of my Professors who was in it (and the reason I got to see it for free), said hello to another professor who was in it (but am not close enough to hug...), and made my way out.
My idiot boyfriend met me at the bottom of the hill as I made my way back to my dorm room and said Hello. All I said to him was, "You're an asshole, and I'm not currently speaking to you", before brushing past him. Now, as we should all know, when you've been an asshole like he has, you should probably FOLLOW her, and make your apology. Because at that point, that was all that I wanted, was an apology. But he didn't. He just said OK, and walked back to his room.
After a stint in my best friend's room, watching West Side Story, I came back to my room to make a lengthy blog post (which I knew he would read), got out all of the tears and jazz (because up until that point, I had been pretty stoic about the whole thing), and went to bed.
I wake up this morning to a long-winded e-mail from him about how he was sorry, and that I was really important to him, and he was an asshole and and idiot for doing that to me, blah, blah, blah... Well, I replied back to him telling him that I didn't need an explaination from him, all I wanted was an apology and that I would see him later.
We then proceeded to not talk until about five minutes ago, in which he called me up and asked if we were going to do something tonight. Today is Thursday, I go to Anime Club. I asked him he was coming with me, and he said, "Sure." I. Hate. The. Word. Sure. "Sure" is something you say when you don't really care. So I asked him, I'm like, "Is that a 'sure', you want to come, or a 'sure, I'll go because you want me to'?". He sighed and said it wasn't that he didn't want to go, because he does want to be with me, but "if you've forgotten", it's his birthday at midnight, and he's turning 18, so he was going to hang out with his friends.
Right. You're only fuckin' 18. You can't (well, you SHOULDN'T) go get drunk, you can only by cigarettes and porn. Do you really need an entire fuckin' evening to go do that with your friends?
So basically he said, he didn't know if he was going to see me tonight because pleasing his friends is more important then seeing me before a night of fucktardery.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh... Girls, don't be cradle robbers. They might be cute, but they are so fuckin' not worth it...