Dodgy wiring…

There must be something seriously wrong with the wiring in my brain.  Since I started my second year of university I have fallen for the three types of guys that I always fall for and every single time things have gone badly:

1) “Bad” boy, aka the narcissist – Moron from Mosh, enough said

2) Geek – Ned.  I haven’t heard from him in almost a week.  Fuck knows what I did to piss him off

3) The guy who is just not interested in the slightest.  Why is he not interested?  Let’s see…

a) He lives with the Moron
b) He’s friends with Ned
c) He was there when I met Moron
d) He was there when I met Ned
e) He hardly ever even speaks to me unless I speak first and even the the conversation dies quite quickly…

Ugh.  What is wrong with me?  Why can’t I find a nice guy and have things work out, even if it’s just for a LITTLE while?  A few months, maybe?  It would make such a nice change…

Yeah, I know – keep dreaming…

HURRY UP!

Today has been a shit day.

I drive back to uni and don’t realise until I’m back that I’ve forgotten my phone.  My phone which is usually surgically attached to me.

Then I go out and my bag breaks before we’re even there, Moron from Mosh is also at the pub we go to but doesn’t say anything so I can’t use him as a verbal punch bag, we get to Mosh and my foot starts hurting, then my knee, so I come back because it’s killing me and I now have to wait up until my flatmate gets back because she doesn’t have her keys.  The thing is, she didn’t forget them – SHE LEFT THEM INTENTIONALLY.  I’m also a little jealous ’cause she pulled the hot guy, but that’s besides the point.  I feel like crap, so I just want to go to bed, but I can’t.  I wish she’d hurry the fuck up.

Masochist, MASOCHIST!

So I’m home for the weekend.  I went to Starbucks with GBF (I should really change it to BGF – Best Guy Friend; Guy Best Friend sounds too much like Gay Best Friend) BGF, and it was nice.  We caught up on recent events and even he was confused by Ned’s recent Katy Perry-ness.

I dropped him off in town and he gave me a hug and said, “It’ll be alright,” kissed me (on the temple) and I smiled.  I like him.  I hate to admit it but I do.  I can’t seem to not like him.

Whilst we were in Starbucks we were talking about him and one of his friends at uni (he goes to one in Wales) and he kept saying how he really likes her but isn’t sure if anything happening is a good idea because of how close friends they are.  The conversation ended up sounding like we were talking about he and I.  He does like me, he’s admitted it, but he doesn’t want to lose me as a friend and he’s a commitment-phobe.  Despite how much he “regrets not giving us a chance” (which he admitted when he was drunk), if he was really that bothered he’d do something about it.

As for Ned…I sent him a message on Facebook last night, so it might take a while for him to get it, but I basically apologised for using him as a verbal punchbag the other day, which I kind of did.  I was going on and on about my excessive liking for bad boys and I’m not surprised he’s ignored me ever since – he’s no bad boy.

He is, however, someone I really like.  I wouldn’t have let the guy up and sleep in my bloody bed if I didn’t.

I’d be torn between the two if I didn’t know I had no chance with one of them.  BGF and I are too different.  Ned and I…we have our differences, but we get on too.   Or at least I thought we did.

You’re hot then you’re cold…

So it appears that whilst I was busy not thinking about what I was saying and being pissed off at the Moron from Mosh,  I was ranting to the wrong person about him…

I haven’t spoken to Ned since then and he was supposed to text me, but he never did.  We didn’t speak yesterday and I text him at 11:59am this morning as I left my lesson and now, at 23:24, STILL NO FUCKING REPLY!

My flatmate is also having a similar problem with a guy whom she text a couple of days ago asking him what was going on between them and he said he’d like to take things slow, but then she hasn’t heard anything from him.

What is with guys lately?!

What a week

Friday: Went out with my flatmate for a welcome distraction, ended up meeting a guy and he stayed over (nothing happened) and we watched Back to the Future…it was nice and he seems like a decent guy.

Then again, so did THE MORON.

The moron from Mosh decided to pick a fight with me over Facebook last night.  There was no reason for it, either.  This happens the night after he blanks my flatmate and I at Mosh.  He picked a fight and lost dismally.  He butted into a conversation on my status between one of my oldest friends and I.  He then goes on to insult me, then her.  I started to have a panic attack so I asked my flatmate (the one I went to school with) to come and sit with me, she comes in for a second then leaves because she’s “left her straighteners on and is straightening her hair”.  What the fuck?

My flatmate returns (the one I go out to Mosh with) and joins in the convo, as does Gwen and one of my internet friends.  He ends up simultaneously pissing off the three bitchiest people I know along with one of the nicest.  And he lost.  And so he kept digging.  I deleted my status because I didn’t want my mum to see it and wanted the conversation to be over and so he posted something bitchy about feminists on his status.  He just wouldn’t let it go.  He was SO immature about the whole thing, it just wasn’t necessary.

His mates started joining in saying that feminists are a load of crap and stuff…I really don’t know what I saw in the guy.  He’s such a tool.

At the same time, I was talking to the guy I met on Friday (let’s call him Ned)…

Me: Hey
Him: Hi
Me: How are you?
Him: ok, you?
Me: Profoundly shit
Him: What’s wrong?
Me: Doesn’t matter
Him: You sure?

How many guys actually care enough to pester you when you say that something “doesn’t matter”?  I can think of two.  Him and my GBF, but half the time he’s too busy to care.

So I told him and he said that the guy was a dick and he basically helped to cheer me up/distract me which was nice.  He invited me cinema with him and his mates tonight too but I can’t go because they’re going at 10pm and I have to be up early in the morning.  Shame really ’cause now I won’t get to see him for ages ’cause I’m going home tomorrow for my friend’s birthday.

Oh well.

Que sera, sera.

MASOCHIST!

I am so pissed off with myself right now.  I made the mistake of going on to the MySpace page of an old “friend”.  Frenemy, more like.  I haven’t spoken to the guy in nearly two years, and I thought I was over him, but apparently I can’t even view his album covers on MySpace without feeling like I’ve been stabbed.  It’s vile.

I’m now sitting here eating Haagen Dazs and wanting to slap myself.

I really need a hug

…then again…

I suppose it will do me some good to stay at uni.  I’ve never actually spent the weekend at uni before, despite being a second year.  I really didn’t like it much last year.  I guess not really being here much didn’t help me to adjust.  I’m here more this year though and I’ve made some new friends…I might as well be a fresher lol.

To be fair, if I did go home said aforementioned friends would most likely be busy anyway, so I wouldn’t get to see them anyway.  And we’re going to see The All-American Rejects tomorrow, so that should be good.

Provided we don’t get lost.

Which we will.

Sod is a bitch, and I hate him

The one weekend I’m staying at uni, two of my best friends are going home for the weekend!  What does that mean?  I don’t get to see them for even longer.  NOT fair.

Sod, I hate you.

How do I manage it?

Everybody likes attention, whether they admit to it or not (or whether they even like admitting to it), but what I want to know is how, in the four weeks that I’ve been back at uni, I have managed to catch the attention of FIVE guys so far.

1 – Guy best friend who drunkenly rang me but now seems to have moved on
2 – Moron at mosh – enough said
3 – Mr Creepy – *shudders at the memory*
4 – Guy from my course that was in the triangle with my best friend and apparently still likes me
5 – (If I’m right) one of my flatmates…he’s always making little digs at me and striking up random conversations on MSN but seldom speaks to me in person as though he’s afraid of me…I hope I’m wrong and reading too much into this

It sounds really silly, but I honestly don’t get what they see in me.  I know I’ve said it before, but I don’t.  Apparently craziness is hot.

Tags: boys, explanation, friends

Buzzzzzzy Beeeee

In a week, FAR too much has happened for my liking:

- Moron at Mosh hit on my friend
- My nan’s been taken ill
- My dad offered to buy me a pair of jeans (yes, my father, a total twatface, offered to pay for something!)
- One of our flatmates (the hobo) has started to piss us all off by calling the flat a “shithole” and leaving his shit lying around everywhere
- I finally booked my hair in to get cut…which reminds me; I need to find some photos of how I want it…
- My friend went for a bloody test (needles = yum = NOT)
- Things with the aforementioned moron at Mosh are pretty much over, because he is indeed a MORON
- I got into a fight with a petrol pump…they seem to like anyone but me filling my car up…

I can’t think of anything else, but lots more happened, and lots more quite possibly will.  I seem to attract drama quite well…grr…

Tags: boys, family, friends