Gratitude Journal, HA

I'm taking two courses this summer and I'm currently in one. Meets from 8-5 Monday through Friday of this week and I already want to die. Short of sleep time, it's completely taken over my life. Totally sucks. Anyway, given it's a touchy-feely education class about creating peacful schools and building classroom community, each day we share "news and good" at the beginning of the class. This is just a little update on something excited that's happened since we all met. After going around the classroom, my professor talked about the fact that there is always something small to celebrate, even if we're having a bad day. She talked about gratitude journals - a journal in which every day you simply write one thing you were happy about or thankful for that day - even if it's as minuscule as "the milk isn't spoiled." I thought, wow, that would totally NOT work for me because I only write when I'm pissed off.

And so we get to the real point of this post.

I created a facebook event for our engagement party which will take place later this summer. A lot of our friends from out of town are coming in for this event, which is really special and important to us. Well, I was supposed to be doing homework (and should be doing it right now as well!) so I just quickly created the event without really adding any details simply so I would remember to edit it and finish it later. I'm sure there are friends that will forget the date, so I wanted to send out a formal (facebook formal? whatever, I don't have money to spend on stamps) invite to everyone just to remind them that it is indeed taking place and we want them there.

Silly me forgot to mark the event "invite only" and the next time I log on I see that some bitch I hate is apparently "attending" my engagement party. UM, NO. 

Let me explain. This chick is bat shit cray. I thought she was cool when I met her last summer because she was cute and newly bicurious like myself. I thought it might be a nice opportunity to explore together and she expressed interest in me. I was thoroughly turned off when she got wasted one night, accosted me in the back seat of a moving car like some hormonal teenage boy, and then face planted getting out of the car. She is the last person I would want at our party with her abusive boyfriend (whom she breaks up with every other day) and her uncontrollable drinking. First off, she's young (like 22, but acts like she's 17) and I'm slowly distancing myself from people below the mental age of 23. I'm 25 and D is going to be 29 this year...we don't need to be hanging out with barely legal drama queens, nor do we have any inclination to do so. 

On top of that, the last time I saw her she told me she thought D was going to rape her. What the fuck? Seriously?! First of all, D is the most gentle un-creepy person I've ever met. He's like a giant teddy bear, not some weird pervert. And secondly, what guy wouldn't want to see his woman making out with another female? She got all offended because he expressed interest in the interest she was expressing in me. He owns me, chick...sorry, but if you get me, you get him watching us, just how it works. I explained all of this to her before anything ever happened and she proceeded to flirt and make passes at me. She had no problem showing off at the bar, making out with me in front of some skeezy guys she just met, but when D was actually attending one of the events that she happened to be at as well, she automatically thinks this man who loves me and wants me to explore my sexuality wants to RAPE HER simply because he wants to watch me mac on another chick? NO, BITCH, HE WANTS TO RAPE ME because he finds me finding myself so hot. In the consensual way, of course. Which I am all for. 

Needless to say, I canceled the entire event because I do NOT want her there and I do not have the patience to deal with the shit storm that would ensue if I told her she wasn't invited. I don't want to see her again, I don't want to deal with her. It's just something I'm too old for. I don't have the time or energy or even the fucking desire to deal with your childish bullshit. I'm an adult. I'm raising the bar with my relationship, my life, and my future. I like to hang out with people with similar goals, interests, and ambitions. Chick, you didn't make the cut.