Real life is scary.

I pride myself on being (usually) not stupid. This isn’t to be taken as I don’t make mistakes, or that I don’t make a fool of myself. I do. I do a lot, actually. But generally, I make smart decisions, and think them through carefully.

That being said, last friday I went out to a few clubs in the city with my friends. We drank, we danced, we had a good time. We decided to leave the place we had been at, and went across the courtyard to another place just to see what it was about.

Later on, I went outside with a friend of mine while she had a smoke, and these two guys approached us. They started talking to me, and I admit to being drunk enough that I thought it was a little funny in a haha way.

And then one of the guys grabbed me by my wrist and insisted I come to some unknown place with them. I was just drunk enough that I thought it they were joking. This is absolutely not a mistake you should ever make, guys. When I tried to tell the guy that I wasn’t going anywhere with him, he and his friend tried to physically drag me away from the club I was at, and away from my friend. And I froze. These guys were larger than me, and while this normally wouldn’t scare me, in the spur of the moment I almost went with them just to get him to stop pulling on me.

 My friend grabbed me, and if she hadn’t started yelling at the top of her lungs this guy would not have let go.

This was a real eye opener, you guys. I am not what you would call pretty by any standards, and yet I was accosted, and nearly drug away by a stranger on the street in front of a hundred people.

If you are approached by a stranger do not go with them, do not get scared, and stay quiet, and never let him keep his hands on you. Had we not been implementing the buddy system I may not be here to write this to you now. Be loud, be aggressive, fight. Because no matter what they threaten to do to you then and there, imagine the possibilities of what they could do to you in private.

Take care of yourself kids, I know I’ll be taking better care of myself from now on.

My friend Gretchen saved my life the other night. That is all.

<3 Heaven

Friday Night I’m In Loveee

I haven’t updated in a hella long time, and I’m not sure if it’s more because I forget to update or if it’s just because I haven’t really wanted to. The really funny thing about it is that I used to live for livejournal. I checked it seventy times a day, updated way tooo much. But not anymore. Now I spend too much time sleeping and updating my twitter. Work is work, but really only in the way where I think I’m slowly going insane playing with kids. My boss is probably halfway senile, the way she can never remember what she is/was doing, and what she still needs to get done. The schedule is really messed up right now, and I’ve only been working ten hours a week. The economy has gotten bad enough that child care is affected. (I had to totally stop and check to make sure I didn’t put “effected” instead. I didn’t.) We’re down on children right now and as a result I’ve only been averaging two hours a week. Finding a second job has, so far, proved to be a very hard task. In other news, I went on a date. They guy was nice. His name was Ryan, and he picked me up, took me out to dinner and a movie. We went to Olive Garden and I had this really great raspberry peach tea that I really wanted to marry and take home to my bed with me. The rest of the meal wasn’t that exciting, and I spent most of it covering the awkward silences by telling inane stories to my date. I really hate strained silences. Then we went to see The Hangover. Which is probably the best movie I’ve seen this year. The cast was excellent together, and while some of the jokes seemed, not forced, but awkwardly delivered, they usually hit the mark. The scene with Mike Tyson in the hotel room was definitely one of my favorites. As was the wolf Pack toast at the beginning of the night. The icing on the top of the cake, for me, was the snapshots of all the things we didn’t get to see that ran during the credits. Hilarious. The only thing that bothered me about the date (and I’m really trying not to seem vain) is that my date held doors for me, and waited for me to sit before he would sit. But he didn’t say anything about how I looked the whole night. I can open my own doors and pull out my own chairs, but I can’t tell myself I look pretty. Tell me, vain or not vain? Is it too much to ask that your date appreciate that you look good? The date didn’t go how I planned, but I got home and took the previously posted pictures to make myself feel a little better. Then I spammed them to friends for compliments. I am a dork like that.