Thursday night, dinner with Paula, Amy, Casey, Hillary and Jen. Friday night, drinks with Justin at NcDevin's then moved on to the square to meet Ryan and Dave and company. Ended up talking with Dave quite a bit - suggested we go to dinner sometime. He seemed interested, and I gave him an easy out because of the Ryan issue. But when it comes down to it, nothing really happened with Ryan, I've been on the fence about him anyways, and the boy is a man whore. I have no issue with that, except that I refuse to make it my issue. For some reason he is under the impression that I am a "hard body" which I think is entirely too entertaining. Found out Saturday that Dave is not much better with the ladies situation when Holly brought him up as a nixed potential for Beth. Can't tell if those girls actually like me. I would think Holly does more so than Beth, but I also don't know how Holly feels about my friendship with Andrew. I kind of don't get those two, and it really kind of sucks since Andrew and I seem to get along really well. As the girls said at dinner, the whole "don't want to ruin the friendship thing" is probably just an excuse, because I'm not really someone that he's interested in. Don't know why I'm still hanging out and wondering what he's thinking - there's obviously no point. Saturday was a debauchery. Down by 10:30, I'd say? I drank a half a bottle of Stoli Blueberry, had two shots, a couple beers and a margarita and then blacked out. I hate myself when I do shit like that. I don't even know why I bother drinking, except it apparently gives me enough liquid courage to talk to the boys. How lame is that.

Stayed in Sunday. It snowed most of the day. This weekend should be a nice little break with the boys out of town. I need to lay low, been spending way too much money. Then paying for the liquid courage with a massive hangover that makes it extremely difficult to work out. I was the only one who showed up for swim this morning - my hunch is that others went out last night. I think I'll live...