june eleventh.

This morning I got home at 5.13 am, and I had to go to PE at 10.00 am. LOL.

Apparently I set my alarm for 8.50 while dancing in a club, but didn't check the "ON" button (important, right?) SO no alarm rang. I woke up at 10.20, frantically called Yolie back upon seeing the seven missed calls in the span of two hours, and apologized repeatedly for sucking and being a victim of sleep. It wasn't a big deal, because we could have either gone at 10 or 12, so we went to the latter. It was super chill, we were the only two there, so we just played and talked for an hour. We finished at 1.00, changed, and randomly decided to double check if in fact embryology make up was at 2.00. IT WASN'T. It started at 12, ended at 2. The professor was conveniently outside talking to a student (it's SO rare to FIND teachers other than when they teach, let alone talk to them) so we went up and apologized, said we thought it was at 2, blah blah. Initially she said there was nothing she could do, that it had already started, that she was sorry. We explained that we were at PE till then, that it WAS indeed our fault for misreading the bulletin board, and asked again if we could go and make up what we missed. (without the two mandatory attendances in embryology, you don't get to take the exam) By our fantastic stroke of good luck she let us in and we finished our drawings in about half an hour. She signed our papers, and wrote us down as present for both courses. SUCCESS.

The weird thing is, as I stated, we went there randomly. We were going to get a coffee till 2.00 then come back. Out of nowhere I suggested we double check, and it turned out to be an awesome call. With that out of the way and off our minds, we decided to tackle our new project: library finding. 

As we were drinking beer at an Irish pub last night, we decided that we need to start getting serious about exams. They're like a month/less than a month away and we're insanely unprepared. To remedy this, we found a library that we're going to go to errrrday. Neither one of us can study at home because of distractions (read: facebook) and this library is crazy quiet. How you see in movies quiet. All that's left to make this plan complete is actually... going. After embryo we were really hungry so we went to this fantastic Italian restaurant and I got lasagna (again) and it fulfilled me in ways I didn't know I needed to be fulfilled. Upon reflecting on the previous sentence, maybe this is why I'm not dating anyone. My heart belongs to food and I'm cheating on it with more food. And also this. Now I'm salivating, great. 

On the topic of relationships/dating, the night it was raining and we went to the rooftop patio bar, Yolie and I met two guys there. She went to the bathroom and I stayed behind and drank my beer. This guy taps me on the shoulder and asks if he can get my advice on something. We start talking, because I didn't want to be rude. Yolie gets back and sees me talking to these guys, and she enters the convo. One guy was cuter than the other, but neither were my type. The cuter ones moves his chair close to Yolie, and I'm stuck talking about flying squirrels with the other. (seriously. He asked if I knew what they were/that they existed. I said yes, and he proceeded to describe them in detail for ten minutes.) I wasn't really into talking anymore, but I look to my left and see Yolie and her guy having an intense conversation about religion. I could tell she liked him, so when she asked if I wanted a fourth beer, I agreed. She could tell I was only saying yes for her sake, so I assured her it was okay and we stayed. When they left, her guy asked for her number and talked about meeting up again. I really am happy for her, no matter what I'm about to type. So the past couple of days she's been telling me what he's been texting her, asking my advice on what to do in general, things like that. Because I'm not a completely horrible person, I tell her she should definitely go for it if she likes him, that she should accept his invitation to go out tonight. Inside, though, I'm jealous. I have issues, yeah, and I know that, but I am jealous. Guys hit on her all the time. It gets to me after a while. The other thing is that a boy = time spent with him. This equals less time spent with me. We just went through a period where we didn't talk for two months, I've missed her. PLUS her mom is here, and he dad's coming on Saturday and staying for three weeks. She wants to spend time with him, and exams are going on, so this means I won't be able to go out with her for a real long time. Sigh. I'll see how things work out. 

Last night was brilliant, though. We went to Starbucks and felt like we were back home. It was PERFECT walking weather so instead of taking the subway we walked for 45 minutes towards my place, where we went to a nearby Irish pub. After two pints, she suggested we go clubbing since she can't this weekend, and I agreed. It was a blast. Since it was Wednesday, pretty much no one was there, but after much social lubrication in the form of Heineken beer, we were dancing without inhibitions. Not slutty, just a genuinely good time. The music was perfect and loud and I could feel my feet remembering to move. Best part is that it was unplanned, and as it usually is, that made it so much better. 

I really should do laundry as I haven't in a month, and attempt studying. The second task will go better (hopefully) starting Monday when I give up facebook for exams. I'll be back July 19, but until then I need to not have the option to check facebook every seven minutes. It'll be hard, but I need to slow my addiction before I need serious help... yeah I'm going to go check facebook, byeeee.

xox,

loveacrosstheocean : )

[photo caption: Yolie being blasphemous :p]