Back at Home... 5/22/2004
My last night in Binghamton I decided that I would stay in, watch movies, and eat frozen pizza with some of the tequila that I had left. Big, later that night, asked me if I wanted to go out with her and Tanya for chicken wings. We went out, but it wasn't that great. It was really cold outside, even though it was the end of May, and we forgot to order the chicken wings with sauce on the side, so they were smothered in this spicy sauce that I can't eat. The bar was filled with townies who've returned home for the summer...I missed having the Binghamton crowd around and being able to pick out at least a dozen faces that I knew. After about an hour we left the bar. It was so sad, talking the last walk downtown to my apartment...Ivy and I talked about how I felt so sad about everyone leaving. She gave me some really great advice. She said, "Even though some of your really good friends are graduating, doesn't mean you can't make other really great friendships." I'll miss her, despite our occasional petty fighting. She always knows how to make me feel better. The good thing is that she's going to Ithaca College for graduate school, which means she'll only be an hour away.
That night I slept on the couch in our smoking room. I smoked one last bowl before going to sleep...had to say good-bye to the smoking room heheh. I woke up at 6:30 am to get everything organized and ready. My father didn't show up til noon, which was actually good because it gave me some time to hang out and relax before we packed up the car.
My father and I had my stuff packed and ready to go by two o'clock. He took pictures of my building for me as I said good-bye to Big inside. I can't say that I was overly upset about saying good-bye to her since I knew that both of us would be staying up for the summer. I still have a few more weeks of hanging out with her until I truly say good-bye. I gave my room one last look before I left...so many memories...
We did some errands like ordering my futon for next year and dropping off my keys to my landlord. We went to lunch at Denny's and then drove home. We had some sushi for dinner, which made the sadness go away a little bit. There's nothing like Long Island sushi.
This week so far I've spent trying to get jobs in Binghamton for the summer. I already got one job, but it doesn't pay. It gives me free housing for the summer, which is great. My original plan had been to sublet my friend's room in her house for next year for $290/month plus utilities. So basically that job just saved me $300. The guy who did the telephone interview with me was so awesome. He told me that I kicked ass and that if he diodn't have two more interviews to do later today that he'd hire me on the spot. He kept telling me how cool I was, which was really nice to hear. I applied for a job at Vector Advertising Co. in Vestal. They called me back saying that they liked my application and wanted to set up an interview with me. We've been playing phone tag for the past two days...I'm really hoping I get the job.
When I'm not working this summer I plan on doing some painting and studying for the GRE's. I plan on being totally productive over the summer and this school year since I kind of slacked off this past school year with all the partying I was doing.
As for this vacation so far...Rebecca, Becca's friend Jamie, Jamie's brother John, John's friend Greg and I all went out to a bar last night. It had the potential to be a good night but I forgot how bossy Rebecca can be. She kept bitching about how much I was drinking and it really pissed me off. She kept saying things like "Don't drink that so fast!" or "You better not get sick in Jamie's car..." Dude. I can handle my liquor, I've been drinking for five years now, thank you. So I was stone-cold sober in a bar full of drunk people.
This drunken guy was dancing with me, which was fine, but then he started rubbing my side and I started to feel really uncomfortable. I hate being mean to guys in bars, since I truly do admire the people who just walk up to strangers and start a conversation. Becca pulled me aside and told me that the guy was 27 and unemployed...I just attract the best of them...So I gave him a fake name and number, since I didn't know what to say when he asked for it. Then he wouldn't leave me alone. I was trying to inch my way over to Jamie but he kept pulling my arm. Now, a normal girl would've never even gotten herself into this situation. Most girls don't give a damn if they hurt a stranger's feelings wand would've told him to fuck off from the beginning. But no, not me. I'm too damn meek with people sometimes. So I pulled my on necklace which was a sign to Becca and Jamie that I needed help. So Becca pulled me away for a little while and berated me for not lying and telling him I had a boyfriend or something. Ugghh...I love my sister but I officially hate going out with her. I don't like being berated like a little child in the middle of the bar and I don't like the fact that she tells me how much I can drink even though I handled my liquor the best out of everyone in our group. Drunken and Unemployed Guy fucking followed me and Rebecca and started to pull me towards him, but I shook my arm free and waved him off. Probably should've done that in the beginning, but whatever. At that point I was in a terrible mood and just wanted to go home.
The ride home was horrendous. I'm convinced Jamie was drunk, or at least buzzed because her driving was absolutely horrid. She blew through a red light without even knowing it until I told her and stopped at the green lights. On top of everything, she kept slamming on the brakes, which always makes a ride pleasant...Her brother was bombed out of his mind (and Jamie didn't berate him the way Becca yelled at him)and kept screaming in my ear so I put my elbow to his throat and held him against the seat until he stopped. Becca said that that was uncalled for, but I feel that screaming in my ear for no reason was also extremely uncalled for. So yeah. That's definitely the last time I go out with my sister. I'm 21 years old and she still fucking babies me and I'm sick of it already. I'm glad I'm going back up to school in a week so I can be my own person...
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