At first, I was supposed to hang out with Kristen and the AX's (sorority). But they got freaked out since I'm rushing several sororities and they aren't supposed to drive rushees around, so they didn't take me. I was pretty upset at first: here I was, all dressed up and made up as Lil' Kim (no easy feat, I tell you...), and without a ride or a party to attend. So I turned to my roommate.
I hung out with her friends & her that night: first we hit up Renault, the Delt house. It turns out that on alumni weekend, some girl got drugged and raped by one of the alumns, therefore the Delts lost their charter and are no longer a recognized Trinity fraternity. I feel bad for those boys: it's not their fault that the Delt alumns were so shady. Cause good God, they were. They were the ones spoken of in previous hanging-out-with-Rach entry.
Anyway, that sucked because they were drunk and depressed. So we hit up the Phi Sig house.
And I met a guy named Brian. We talked briefly, messed around extensively. For nearly two hours. On the stairs, on a washing machine, on the grass, against a wall, and on a pile of clean laundry in some bedroom. On this pile, there was a bit of nudity and we nearly had sex. But he stopped, saying he didn't want me to regret it the next day, that he didn't want it to happen this way... and to do it right. So we exchanged phone numbers and continued to mess around for a bit.
And he called the next day! And we talked! And he was worried about me, about whether I got a sober ride home, whether I regretted it, whether I had had a good time. It was sweet- refreshing, of course, since most Trinity guys are jerks- but sweet. And then I found out he's a senior, and I'm like.. whoa.
So Derek. I don't know how much I've written about him previously but good God. He spent like 20 minutes talking about how much he likes me and wants to date me. And everyone knows about my scared-of-commitment problem, so that dried up hella fast. What the hell is up with people trying to move so fast? Take it easy! Damn... I'm only 18. And I just met this guy. Calm the fuck down...
So thats the guy news for now. I still have my enormous crush on my friend and he still wants nothing to do with me but that's become like a background noise in life. As in, I care but I'm definitely not going to waste time worrying about it because I'm pretty sure he and I are not going to happen. So on to less depressing things, haha.
Oh I saw some guys streaking. It's a Trinity tradition that the guys on a dorm hall, Calvert, streak through the school. They get naked, roll in flour, and run. Kristen (who has now become my best friend) and I had just stepped out of Mabee (the dining hall) when 15 naked boys ran by. We just stopped, our mouths dropped open, and stared. Because, whoa.
Oh and I'm probably going to quit swimming. My mom is really pressuring me to do it, since I'm not happy with it and ... she says its a shame. I love(d) swimming with all my heart... and truly truly enjoyed doing it. And now, I literally have to drag myself to go to it. I look forward to Fridays and Sundays, the days I don't have practice. And when I'm done I tell myself I'm not coming back the next day, but I keep coming back in hopes that it gets better, that it becomes what it used to be. I long to feel the spark, the happiness I used to in the water, when it used to feel right. But now it feels Wrong with a capital W. I don't like it. At all. And that is sad.