Last night I went out with some people from the cohort. I go to these things sometimes because I want to get to know them better. But, it’s hard going out with people you don’t know very well. In a large group no less. So, that was just okay. Then I walked back to the bf’s house and someone was parked behind my car. Well, parked in the middle of the driveway, sort of sideways, so that nobody could escape. I waited a few hours. Hung out. Assumed the car would be gone very soon, but it wasn’t. So, after a series of phones calls and miraculously waking what I assume was someone who had passed out for the night, and getting him to walk 45 minutes across town so that we could get out of the driveway, I went home. It was a very late night.
Why didn’t you just stay the night, you ask? Well, I had it in my mind that I HAD to go home to wash my face and get in my pjs. I had it in mind that I was not going to let a drunk have control over me. And, I had a little meltdown about how lame it all was. I thought I was over that particular sensitivity, but it became so clear last night. I am so not over it. Probably never will be, and therefore must try to move out of this apartment, where I am surrounded by drunk students who get stupid sloppy and scream outside my window and cheer and have long conversations in the parking lot at 3am. I have to get out of here.


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