Ok, so you know how I'm usually happy and cheery and upbeat and shit? Yea. Things have recently changed. My blog, thus far, has had almost no shit-talking, and virtually no negativity. Here it comes (I'll try and keep it short):
So basically, my friends and I have been frequenting a lounge called "Bed". We have made friends with the bartenders and managers there, they LOVE us. One guy in particular, has taken an intense liking to me. So I've been hanging out with him, and kickin' it at his bar with him from time to time. I'm not really interested in anything but a friendship, so I think No big deal, riiiight?
Nuh-Uh. OF COURSE my negative ass aunt who I am living with thinks the absolute WORST of dude shes never even met AND the WORST of the situation. She basically has convinced herself that I am "dating" (*fucking*) a gangster bad boy who works at a bar. I'm sorry auntie, but you think THIS DUDE is a gangbanger? Good thing she hasn't met some of my friends!
I was fine with her being against our friendship until I get a call on my cell phone this morning at 2am while I'm out celebrating my friend Eddie's birthday, and who is it? MY MOM. My lovely aunt has phoned my mom to TELL ON ME which actually means my aunt is projecting these stories she's made up onto my mom. So of course my mom is freaking out and telling me I have to listen to my aunt and I need to stop partying so much because its making her high blood pressure go up even higher...blahblah...
The situation I am currently in is absolutley rediculous. I have 3 weeks left here, and I am basically guilt-tripped into:
A. Not kickin' it with dude AT ALL
B. Not partying AT ALL
C. LYING about my whereabouts if I do decide to go out
To make matters worse its like 100 f-ing degrees and sticky as hell and I just want to go home and get pushed into West Campus pool by the fine-ass lifeguards I work with.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
love always.