Could it be?
I think it is....It's a happy blog!
If I would have wrote one Sunday after getting off work, it would have been a very depressed blog.
So, to get started, Clayton's birthday party was on Saturday. Or maybe I should start with Friday. Eh, whatever. Friday Sarah and I went to see Stephen's play which was awesome! He was very hilarious in his role. Afterwords, we went over to Clayton's place and hung out, played Wii, etc. Sarah got along great with them which made me happy! Woot.
So that being said, she felt better about going to the party on Saturday now that she knew people. So we got glam, rode with Amy, whom I was happy to see!, over to the party. OK, I'm not going to like give a walk through, but it rocked pretty much. I wasn't planning on getting too drunk. But after a while, I was like, fuck it! I danced, mingled, watched him to keg stands, danced more...then Scott and Stephen came over and we did a power hour which is when you do a shot of beer every minute for like 30-60 minutes. I think we did a half an hour, not sure. I had to stop though because the taste was just too bad for me. I was relatively tipsy. As it started to wind down, it was just Sarah, me, and the boys. They were breaking boards, punching holes in the walls, etc...you know, all that manly drunkenness that is amusing to watch.
OK, cutting to the chase. Clayton was pretty out of it so I made his sister's friend Ashley get off his bed so he could pass out there. When she left, I hugged Clayton, said Happy Birthday and good night, then I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He then grabs me and starts kissing me. Honestly, in my head I was thinking, "Yes! Score!" but I really worried about his reaction to it in the morning, if he would even remember it in the morning, and the fact we'll be living together. So my angel on my shoulder said to stop and make him come to his senses. The devil said, "fuck that, go for it!" And of course, I listened to that one. Hell ya! I like Clayton, I really do. So I went for it. And we had sex. And he is a VERY good kisser. So there. I did feel shitty though because Ali (a friend of his) was in the room and we kept stepping on her. It was funny though cause she was cool with it and whenever Clayton did step on her, she'd say "Ow!" and he'd just laugh.
After he passed out, I left to check on Sarah. She was in the living room cuddling with a guy, smokin' weed. I wanted to, but last time I did that I got really fucked up, so I passed. We left shortly after so I could make it back to my apartment to shower before a 7 AM meeting at Border's. I ended up not going cause I had no ride. It sucked. I missed part of work too cause I didn't know I worked. I got written up twice for that shit, which is why I was upset Sunday at work. The black ick came over me pretty fast because everybody was cold-shouldering me. I don't fucking get that. I mean, how many people there have missed work before? The one time I do, it's like a fucking dilemma or something. I just felt very brushed off, so I just let me sadness consume me. I just wanted to leave so I could cry. I kept going in the back room because I would start crying. I really have to perfect hardening myself or at least slipping into nothingness.
I was also nervous about Clayton, whether he had remembered and if so, if he was regretful. I wasn't going to go to the Sunday thing because I was sad, but I went anyways because Clayton had IMed me saying he had my phone and was wondering if I was going to the bar with them. So I went. I'm very happy I did. He kept commenting on how he doesn't remember anything after 10 pm at the party. So, I took it that he didn't remember, but he did. We talked about it briefly and he was REALLY cool about it. He knew it was me he was with and said he knew what he was doing. I said, "I just took it as you thinking, 'girl in room, make-out now.'" Clayton responded, "Ashley, let me put it this way. I'm not that kind of guy. I just don't make out with any random girl. I knew it was you."
I think that's his round-about way of saying he likes me. How much does he like me? Who the hell knows.
He asked if he was good, we laughed about the Ali thing, I told him he is a good kisser to which he punched the air and said "yes!", and we were fine! We are closer I believe, but it isn't weird because of what happened. It was more just like a good time and allowed us to be physically close too. He puts his arm around me occasionally now, we hug, I pet his head (haha), and it's great! He said his roommates were teasing him about it, saying they are going to call us "mom and dad" now. Haha.
So there! Not a stupid thing I did. :)
Anyways, after the bar we went to Scott's, drank more, listened to his hilarious friends, watched as Clayton tried to have sex with Scott, and then left. We took a cab, let Clayton vomit when he got out of the cab, and I stayed over again, making sure he didn't puke more when he went to bed. Today we signed the lease, so it's official now!
God, I'm so excited for May 18. Fuck ya!
If I would have wrote one Sunday after getting off work, it would have been a very depressed blog.
So, to get started, Clayton's birthday party was on Saturday. Or maybe I should start with Friday. Eh, whatever. Friday Sarah and I went to see Stephen's play which was awesome! He was very hilarious in his role. Afterwords, we went over to Clayton's place and hung out, played Wii, etc. Sarah got along great with them which made me happy! Woot.
So that being said, she felt better about going to the party on Saturday now that she knew people. So we got glam, rode with Amy, whom I was happy to see!, over to the party. OK, I'm not going to like give a walk through, but it rocked pretty much. I wasn't planning on getting too drunk. But after a while, I was like, fuck it! I danced, mingled, watched him to keg stands, danced more...then Scott and Stephen came over and we did a power hour which is when you do a shot of beer every minute for like 30-60 minutes. I think we did a half an hour, not sure. I had to stop though because the taste was just too bad for me. I was relatively tipsy. As it started to wind down, it was just Sarah, me, and the boys. They were breaking boards, punching holes in the walls, etc...you know, all that manly drunkenness that is amusing to watch.
OK, cutting to the chase. Clayton was pretty out of it so I made his sister's friend Ashley get off his bed so he could pass out there. When she left, I hugged Clayton, said Happy Birthday and good night, then I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He then grabs me and starts kissing me. Honestly, in my head I was thinking, "Yes! Score!" but I really worried about his reaction to it in the morning, if he would even remember it in the morning, and the fact we'll be living together. So my angel on my shoulder said to stop and make him come to his senses. The devil said, "fuck that, go for it!" And of course, I listened to that one. Hell ya! I like Clayton, I really do. So I went for it. And we had sex. And he is a VERY good kisser. So there. I did feel shitty though because Ali (a friend of his) was in the room and we kept stepping on her. It was funny though cause she was cool with it and whenever Clayton did step on her, she'd say "Ow!" and he'd just laugh.
After he passed out, I left to check on Sarah. She was in the living room cuddling with a guy, smokin' weed. I wanted to, but last time I did that I got really fucked up, so I passed. We left shortly after so I could make it back to my apartment to shower before a 7 AM meeting at Border's. I ended up not going cause I had no ride. It sucked. I missed part of work too cause I didn't know I worked. I got written up twice for that shit, which is why I was upset Sunday at work. The black ick came over me pretty fast because everybody was cold-shouldering me. I don't fucking get that. I mean, how many people there have missed work before? The one time I do, it's like a fucking dilemma or something. I just felt very brushed off, so I just let me sadness consume me. I just wanted to leave so I could cry. I kept going in the back room because I would start crying. I really have to perfect hardening myself or at least slipping into nothingness.
I was also nervous about Clayton, whether he had remembered and if so, if he was regretful. I wasn't going to go to the Sunday thing because I was sad, but I went anyways because Clayton had IMed me saying he had my phone and was wondering if I was going to the bar with them. So I went. I'm very happy I did. He kept commenting on how he doesn't remember anything after 10 pm at the party. So, I took it that he didn't remember, but he did. We talked about it briefly and he was REALLY cool about it. He knew it was me he was with and said he knew what he was doing. I said, "I just took it as you thinking, 'girl in room, make-out now.'" Clayton responded, "Ashley, let me put it this way. I'm not that kind of guy. I just don't make out with any random girl. I knew it was you."
I think that's his round-about way of saying he likes me. How much does he like me? Who the hell knows.
He asked if he was good, we laughed about the Ali thing, I told him he is a good kisser to which he punched the air and said "yes!", and we were fine! We are closer I believe, but it isn't weird because of what happened. It was more just like a good time and allowed us to be physically close too. He puts his arm around me occasionally now, we hug, I pet his head (haha), and it's great! He said his roommates were teasing him about it, saying they are going to call us "mom and dad" now. Haha.
So there! Not a stupid thing I did. :)
Anyways, after the bar we went to Scott's, drank more, listened to his hilarious friends, watched as Clayton tried to have sex with Scott, and then left. We took a cab, let Clayton vomit when he got out of the cab, and I stayed over again, making sure he didn't puke more when he went to bed. Today we signed the lease, so it's official now!
God, I'm so excited for May 18. Fuck ya!
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