Hands down, one of the worst weekends of all time.

Wednesday was fine. I went over to one of best friends new apartment. It is the nicest apartment of all time. A whole bunch of people were supposed to come but the all bailed. That wasn't a problem though, it gave me and this friend time to catch up on things which is always nice. We planned to have everyone get together on Saturday for an old school sleepover, complete with pajamas and games and what not. Seriously, soooo excited.
Thursday was fine. Thanksgiving was fine, I got to play with my cousins adorable children the whole time so it was pretty good actually. I saw another best friend that night and got high and giggled alot and talked very mushily about the new boy.
Then came Friday. I rushed home from my parent's house to get ready to go to a show with the new boy. I was actually ready on time and looked fan freaking tastic. The night before he had said we should meet up around 7, so when 8 rolls around and I have still heard nothing from him I text and wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. It is now 6 pm two fucking days later. He has stood me up twice. I've only seen him twice. What the hell? I've never been stood up before. I mean now with cell phones that shit just doesn't happen. He better have a damn good reason this time. I bet he's married or something.
I went to bed around 2 or 3 very pissed off. Around 5 I woke up feeling like I had a low blood sugar or something. I tried to walk to the other side of my room to test my blood sugar and then get some juice, but I didn't make it. Everything went white and upside down. I managed to stumble back to my bed and find the emergency stash of sugar pills I keep by my alarm clock. I forced my self to eat a bunch and fell asleep again. I kept waking up throughout the day with a monster headache and white flashes. Around 3 or 4 in the afternoon I was able to get up and test my blood sugar which was high, and make it to the bathroom. I almost fainted again going there and coming back. I spent the rest of the night texting my friends that I wasn't going to make it to the slumber party that was my idea. One of our friends from out of town came, which was a huge surprise and would have been absolutely lovely and amazing except that I couldn't lift my head for longer then a minute.
Now it's Sunday. I haven't studied, I haven't seen anyone, and I have been stood up for the second time by the same guy. The same guy that I was super excited about. I even told my parents about him and talked mushily about him.
I am such an idiot.

Oh, and guess what song came on just as I published this post? Fuck and Run by Liz Phair. I think my life is being run by someone who writes for a teenage television drama.