One Hell of Week. And It's Only Thursday

Yep, I'm back! And with more suckishness than this blog can even handle.

First of all, I have a throat infection. Yes, it very gross. I swear I have no idea from where it came but it's here. Not to stay though, it's going away. Sadly, so is my voice. I sound like a man. Well not like a man because men sound attractive. I kinda sound like a toad. I also look like death, apparently.

Secondly, my ankle/shin-foot bridge swelled. Yep, me, being the cheapskate that I am, slipped on some beer at a dorm party trying to steal a quarter off the floor and hit my foot on the couch. It rubbed on the fabric and I got burned and when I woke up the next day, it was swollen.

Third and foremost, I broke up with my boyfriend. Look I really hate short non-lasting relationships, but this had to be done. I will tell you why as I explain what happened in this long ass story.

     So a couple weeks ago, we had spring break (early I know). My ex-boyfriend had just gotten a new job so he was working everyday. So he would come back from work at like 6pm, eat and fall asleep by 9 ish. I would try to wake him up but it was futile. He falls into Odin Sleep (Marvel Reference).
     I didn't want my spring break to be boring so instead of staying locked up in my room, I wandered around my half of the dormitory and made some new friends. They were guys yes but thats because I live on the guy side of the dormitories, don't ask me why. One guy and I started texting, mostly because of our infatuation with Wonder Woman, and all of us would hang out.
     Somewhere along the line my ex started to think I was cheating on him, which I wasn't, so he talked to me about it. That's fine I understand where he's coming from. He also told me that if he sees me talking to the guy, he'll get really jealous and he'll punch him. So I just stopped talking to my friend because I don't believe in violence and I felt like I already did enough damage right?
    Anyways last night, we all went to celebrate my friend's birthday "Happy Birthday Rafa!" and my ex was the only one to get super drunk. He started talking about punching the dude again so fed up I said
"Fine! Go ahead and punch him." Then he was all like
"Do you have something to say to me?"
"No, what are you talking about?"
"Do you have something to say to me?" He then pulled me outside, unwillingly. "If you have something to say to me then say it."
"No, I don't."
"[insert my name here], you've been acting strange all night. Tell me what you have to say." Mind you this is all aggressively. Also, I've had this throat infection since Monday so I was coughing and I couldn't talk because my voice left and and I didn't want to dance and I definitely did not feel like drinking so yes, I was acting strange all night.
     Finally after he cursed me out some more and yanked his hands away from mine and walked back to our friends. This is an outside or parking lot bar we were at so I was pretty much cursed out in public in front of everyone. I walked away and waited for the safari to come pick us up. I live in the islands and a safari is an open taxi. There are no doors or windows in the back so you just climb in and climb out. When everyone was piled in, one of our friend's that drove to the bar came over so naturally I asked him for a ride, with my throat infection and all. The cold air would have been terrible for my throat. And the public humiliation was also a factor. When my ex heard he yelled,
"Wait, who needs a ride? [insert my name here] needs a ride? She can get off the safari. Heck, I'll even give you money so you can catch a taxi home instead of catch the safari! DUMB FUCKING BITCH."

Hold the mother fucking phone. No one is going to call me a dumb bitch, especially not someone who claims they care about me. Like that shit won't fly here.

So I sent him a text when I made it back to my room saying that we are broken up. I couldn't talk to him in person with him being in his violent state and what not so I did what I felt safe doing. He sent like 4 texts after that, the last one stated "Fuck you!". Finally when I was brushing my hair to go to sleep I heard yelling and stomping outside so I opened my door and I heard him shouting/crying about fight someone and apparently a bunch of people where holding him back so I just went inside. Up to now I don't know who he wanted to fight and I think he was talking to me because everyone was pushing him to his room away from my room door.

And that's how we broke up. I refuse to be with anyone that disrespects me like that. And that's what happened this week.

Ooooh and I lost a volleyball game on Sunday.