Well I am here in California, finally. The big surprise didn't turn out so great because I got to my parents around nine at night and they had already taken their Ambien and drifted off to sleep so I ended up waking them up and they were very out of it. Plus my mom has the flu, so that sucks.
Friday night was horrible. I ended up getting way too drunk at the bar and then we went over to V's house. By 2 in the morning I was puking in her bathroom and crying my eyes out. At this point, Jon was in the bedroom with D doing god knows what and I am drunk as a skunk, clearly unable to contain any of my emotions---so I did what any drunk sad girl would do, cried about it and spilled the fucking beans. Luckily it was only V and Tony who was there so they are the only ones who know and I am worried as all hell hoping they keep the secret.
But on the bright side it is over with. The whole thing with Jon. Ah. I never have to see him again (hopefully) and I deleted his number out of my phone as well as defriended him on FB. He is just a douchebag and I don't know why any feelings for him developed. It was supposed to be just sex. Duh. I'm a dumb girl. But, another life lesson learned and now I need to get my shit together, get my head straight and start making better choices. Life is too short to involve myself in unnecessary drama. And I have a whole week in California to think things out and relax.
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