It is officially Christmas Eve.

SO much shit has happened since I last blogged.

1. I went to a party with Joe friday night.
I really like his friends so going to parties with him is always a blast. He was being way more affectionate than usual too- I think it's because I said something. The whole night he stuck by my side. Aside from his shyness, he really is QUITE the gentleman and not in a phony way, either. For example: Naturally because I am 17, we have parties in basements with cement floors. (Not all the time but in this case.) Joe was occupying the comfiest seat in the house, but as soon as he realized I had to sit on a cement floor, he gave up his seat. Very sweet, no? I appreciate the small things. By the end of the night we were all pretty hammered and then I decided to drive home. Normally, I'm very opposed to this sort of thing. I didn't even think I was too drunk- more like a strong buzz. Regardless, I got home safely and then decided to never do it again. But guess what! Joe walked me to my car and actually made a move- shocking, right?

2. I went to NYC yesterday!

SO fun! I spent the day in St. Mark's, my favorite part of the city. I went with six friends- one was celebrating a birthday. For the big 1-8 she got a really lame tattoo of an outline of a heart on the back of her neck. Smart, right? So glad I lack the "I want to tattoo fairies/angels/hearts/moons all over my body" girl gene. Anywho, later on we went over to Rockefellar Center to see the tree. I've actually never seen it before so it was quite the treat; minus the horrible mobs and barking children, of course. Next, we went into Saks. Although, I felt extremely out of place with my shabby coat and hoodie, I couldn't help but love every single second of being in that place. I might lack the gene for bad taste in tattoos, but I sure as hell inherited the adoration for all things frilly and expensive. The decorations were lovely, everyone was so nice and welcoming, I never wanted to leave.

3. I went to a party after NYC.
Because my friends never can accept going to bed before midnight, after we got back from the train station, my friends and I christened my new bowl and got McDonalds. After stoned hysterics in the car....

Drive thru person: What would you like to order?
Alyssa: 3 #8s please!
ETP: YEAH! GOT THAT?!...JUST KIDDING. (Seriously, no reason for malice. None at all. I felt horrible afterward, hence "just kidding", also- a bit scared of Drive Thru person spitting in my french fries.)

... We headed over to my friend's house. I walk downstairs and see Coleman.
Coleman, oh Coleman. Man of my dreams. He graduated last year and every girl from my school was in love with him. He is the most charming guy you'll ever meet. A couple months ago, we hung out at a party. We flirted all night and I asked him outside for a smoke. We ended up sitting out there for three hours, not stop talking/laughing. It was wonderful. Later that night, he asked me to bed and we hooked up. When the kissing stopped, the cuddling began. Definitely not a chincy hook-up at all. It had some meaning behind it, or at least it did for me. Unfortunately, after that night, he went back to college and we hadn't talked since last night.

The flirting basically resumed last night. He kept doing that thing, that all guys think is sOoOo clever: walk by and quick pinch/grab of waist. So very sly! Actually, I didn't mind a bit. At the end of the night when I had to leave, Coleman gave me a hug and we exchanged numbers. He's home for a month so hopefully I'll get to have a repeat of our first encounter.

4. Loads of Christmas shopping.
The only upside to spending tons of money was I got to do it with my best friend who is home from the city. As for now, I just have to muster up the motivation to wrap all this shit. Wish me luck!


Merry Christmas, Bloggers=)