That was fast...

"Shannon isn't interested, though. She's really not."

My bad. And I will explain that from the very beginning.

I slept Monday night, as planned. I woke up at an okay hour on Tuesday, went to my math class, was exhausted by the time chem discussion rolled around. Tuesday night I tried to do homework. I actually stopped myself from going to the RSA office, until about 10, because at that point I needed Eddie's help for chem, and he helped me, and I got my chem mostly done. And then, naturally, I stayed in the office and didn't do much more homework. I still had German and Understanding Music to do, so I worked on it for a while in the office, then in my room, and Alice came up to my room. And we ended up swinging on the swingset at 2 in the morning because it hit 50 degrees (actually, 48 by the time we got back in the room!). And then I worked on homework some more, and I think Alice did, too, and then Alice, Shannon, Alicia, and I went on a 4 am photo shoot. Brilliant. There are lots of awesome pictures, and I will e-mail them to those interested. Many (but not all) of them will also show up on facebook in the near future. Well, we finished the night by talking. Shannon explained to me that she does like Richard, but she pushed him away because she didn't want to hurt our friendship, which she values more than some guy. I appreciate that, and I also feel like a bitch for making her choose to do that. The discussion continued and it turns out that... he knows I like him.

And that was the first step to recovery. My infatuation has faded faster than some Joe Six-Pack's beer playing the "maverick" drinking game during the VP debate. But the last few drops are still at the bottom of the can. Honestly, I'm over him. I mean, he's still a good person, fun to be around, and I'm still impressed by him on a regular basis, but I realize that, well, I was being ridiculous, and I'm done with that. Right now it's the little things that get me. There's a silly little game where you tie a straw wrapper in a knot and think of someone. Then, when you pull on the ends of the wrapper, if the knot is gone, they're thinking of you, too. I don't have anyone else to think of. I default back to him.

Tonight (Friday night, that is) we went dancing again. I'm not much of a dancer, so I was standing around feeling awkward. Jay danced with his girlfriend, Richard danced with Shannon, Sarah... wiggled her knees leaning against a wall. Shannon and I talked in the bathroom. She told me to dance with her. I told her she had my blessing to dance or do whatever she wanted with Richard. At this point in the night, Shannon and I also decided to keep count of who more guys tried to dance with: her, me, or Jay's hot girlfriend Cari. When I tried to dance with Shannon, though, Richard kept pulling her back to him. So... awkward Sarah resumes her little wall dance.

I won. I won the game. Cari only had one guy try to dance with her, not counting Richard, because, while Jay can't dance, he was being very... possessive/protective/whatever. It was cute. It made us all laugh a little bit, and laughing at Jay was a large part of the reason I paid $10 to get in. Seriously. Shannon's magic number was 2, and one of them was really really drunk and on his way out, so I'm not sure if he counts. Mine... Mine was 4. FOUR GUYS. I'm not sure how old the first one was, 'cause I couldn't see his face that well. It kind of creeper me out. The second one was really tall, actually talked to me. He's a former meteorology major, named Jonathan. He taught me the Cuban Shuffle. The next one was pushed over to me by his friends. Reasonably good looking. The fourth... was dancing with me at the same time. Damn straight, Sarah was in a Sarah sandwich! And I'm okay with that. Shocked, certainly, but okay. I had fun. I danced. I danced with strangers. I danced with strangers in a club. I danced with strangers in a club while sober.

We came back around 1:15. We went to the RSA office and put in a movie. I fell asleep with my head on Shannon's lap right away, and woke up 15 minutes into the movie. I didn't figure I would make it through the movie, so I wished everyone a good night and left. I was actually in bed, sleeping, by 2:30 am. That's progress, sadly enough. Around 4:30, I got a drunk phone call from a friend. Not going into details on that, because it's not important and they're not necessarily my details to give out. And I couldn't fall back to sleep because, as dicussed... fucked up sleep schedule. Around 5, I heard the doors to my hall open. I figured that meant Shannon was back and I was going to ask her if she had a good night or whatever. Well, the answer went without saying. I looked through my peep hole and saw Shannon and Richard kissing. Nay, making out. Well, alright then. She has my blessing.

However, this being the weekend that it is, all of that takes a backseat to my final message:
BOOMER SOONER! sɐxǝʇ SUCKS!