Came home last night from a weekend in Maine, which was terribly boring. Kathleen came with me to keep me company, but it still wasn't that fun, and left me to wonder what it's going to be like to have to spend an entire week in Maine during August. I just want to cry. I spent the weekend trying to convince Kathleen that what she did was bad.
She called me after she got out of work on Friday night, and told me that we were going out. She said she had a party to go to, and it was at a house that belonged to a friend of her ex-"boyfriend", Dave. I didn't want to go, but I went anyway. To make a long story short, when we got there, everyone was drinking. I felt uncomfortable, but she just joined right on in with the drinks. We sat around for a while and watched the drunken antics of all there, and I was mad. I wanted to go home. I went to wait outside for Kathleen, who said she would take me home. I waited for a few, went to go find her, and couldn't. In the mean time, I got hit on by one of Dave's friends. After 40 minutes of waiting, I decided to walk home in the dark because I was so pissed, sick of waiting, and I couldn't find her. The walk took me a little bit more than a half an hour, all alone, sometime around midnight. On my way home, I got hit on by two lesbians driving by in a car, invited to a party by two guys and a girl who were REALLY scary, and called a piece of trash by some drunk guys sitting on a porch. It wasn't an ideal situation.
Once I made it home I didn't have any keys because my bag was in Kathleen's car because I thought that someone was going to steal it. So, after midnight I had to walk to the front of my house and ring the doorbell to have someone let me in. It made it worse that the hot guy from across the street was outside talking to someone and saw all of this. I came inside and called Kathleen, leaving her a message demanding that she return my stuff before she went home. She called my house around 12:45 a.m. and didn't talk. Then when I called her back, she handed the phone over to some boy to talk to me, who I didn't even know. I didn't know that she was that drunk, so I drove over to the house to check if she was still there so I could drive her home. She had already left, so I didn't know what to do. I was so pissed that I decided to just go to bed and deal with all of this crap in the morning.
She called the next morning around 8:30 to drop off my stuff. She was so apologetic, but still, it was such an awful thing to do. I yelled at her and told her how upset I was with her. She told me that she had gotten drunk and then really needed to use the bathroom, so she went to look for it. Upon her search, she met some guy who was another one of Dave's friends, and talked to him for a while on the floor while waiting for the bathroom. She started making out with him for about a half hour or so. When she finally went home, she had someone else drive her car. A complete stranger, in fact. Then she told her parents the next morning that it was ME who drove her home, so now they must think that I'm her accomplice or something.
We sorted it all out over the weekend in Maine, but I'm still really disappointed and upset. I would never be that irresponsible. And she's got one heck of a hickey to deal with now, and man is it ugly. She keeps trying to justify what she did, and I keep trying to tell her that it was totally wrong. She's in Rockport now, though, so we'll see what happens when she comes back. She'll be back for a day and then go on a cruise. Well, whatever. You can't force people to learn a lesson.
Today I went out with Carla for a while, but then she dropped me back home because she was going to the house of Tati's sister, and thought that I wouldn't want to come. She said that she was going to call me later on and that we would go out and do something, but she didn't, which made me really mad. It's almost 9:30 p.m. now, so I doubt that we're going to rent a movie or drive down to the beach. Whatever. There's always tomorrow. And Saturday we're going to go to Vision, so at least we've got that. Oh well, I just feel a little unloved. I'll get over it.
We're watching my friend's cat, Cleo, while she's on vacation. Kat went on vacation with them, so I'm stuck here, all alone. I hate the stupid cat because it scratches everything in the house and always rubs up against my legs. I used to love cats so much when I was little and always begged to have one, but now I just can't stand them. They smell, have an attitude, and are just annoying. I think what I would like most is a little hamster. They don't bother anyone, and they're fluffy. That's what would make me happiest. Or maybe a parakeet. But for now, no pets at all is even better.