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Okay.
I promised a certain indescribable someone I'd write about this eventually.
And I've got time now.

It's kind of hard to explain.
...um. There was a party the Friday before last.

And I was brought along because I didn't really have anything better to do that night. And this one guy--Matt--was there. We've known each other about three years, and ours is a...really weird relationship. First year, we both apparently had huge and distressing crushes on one another, although neither knew or acted on it at the time. Second year, we both hated each other horribly, because I kind-of-not-really-it-was-an-accident broke up his current relationship, with a REAL LIVE FEMALE, when I...ehn, I don't want to start on that story. It makes me out to have bad judgement. That, and I found out that he has really poor anger management, and 'reckless fits of complete rage and utter lack of common sense' aren't exactly an endearing quality, yeah? So any lingering affection kind of ran out around that time.
This is the third year. Don't know what to make of it so far, really.

Anyways, at this party, I got kind of tipsy, and we--or rather, he--I don't know. He kissed me. Made out with me. And I didn't stop him, 'cause...y'know, I really hate that kind of senseless drama. Maybe I thought he'd forget about it and it'd go away the next day. But it hasn't.

Because a certain person saw him kissing me--I was outside lying on the grass and watching the not-starry sky (stupid light pollution!) because mostly that's the way I wander when I'm not drunk enough to be considered 'wasted' but not exactly sober, either--and decided to tell a lot of people about it.

And the next day, they asked me why I let him, and I told them, and after I left for work, certain people went over and accused him of taking advantage of me, and he got royally ticked at them for some reason, and now it's all...blaaah.

Stupid.Very, very, stupid.

Of course, it'd probably be worse if I had tried to stop him. Only he would've gotten pissed at me, since I incited the last round of tonsil hockey, and probably would've bitched at me, around me, and about me for a month or so, and now it's more or less the other way around, with people bitching him out on my behalf.

...
The whole thing makes me want to go curl up underneath my desk and wait for the dust to settle.
Nngh.

EDIT:
Sept. 8th, 2007

Look's like everything's going back to normal now.
That's that.
:]

I now own my very own, personal, godly Wacom tablet.
YAY.