Funny, But Not Really "Ha-Ha" Funny

This will be another one of my really long posts, just as a warning. I've stuck in as many links to youtube videos as possible to give you all a break from the words every now and again.

Friday: In Which I Get Hammered, Have Sex, and Feel Terrible About It.

Dance Group was co-sponsoring an event on campus, and as such we were asked to perform a piece. We haphazardly threw our corps piece from the Fall back together. A few of us decided to pregame the show and had a great time. Afterwards, a bunch of Dance Group girls headed out together to the hookah bar to party. As the night wore on, we broke out into smaller groups. I left and went to a dorm to chill with a Dance Group girl and one of our mutual friends from class. Turns out this mutual friend of ours lives with a bunch of guys that I used to drink with last year, which was more awkward than anything. I scooted at the first chance I got and went over to my Orientation Supervisor's house. Things were pretty low-key there, we sat around smoking hookah, drinking, and giving each other a hard time about any and everything. Quite late, one of my Adviser friends walked me home. I was blasted, so the first thing I did was go online.
I got in touch with Lipring, who some of you may remember from that incident that involved me sleeping with a guy that Roommate was insane for. I go over to his place. He was not drunk far as I could tell, and he put in his Anchorman DVD. As I rethink my behavior, I realize I was probably being quite annoying because I love that movie, and love it even more after a long night out. It didn't stop Lipring and I from doing some friendly fondling.
Somewhere around the Sex Panther scene, he leaned over and kissed me. He has a regular -read: not for 2 people- dorm bed, so I straddled him to keep from taking a tumble while I took off his clothes. He was much better than he was the last time we were together, very enjoyable on my part. He has one of the most perfect dicks that I've encountered. We were talking dirty, he was getting sweaty [most likely due to him being out of shape than anything, but still, I like that], and we both got off pretty fast. I beat it fairly soon after things got finished. I asked him, "How are you feeling?" and he said something along the lines of, "Kind of tired, but I feel bad asking you to leave." I got weird, made some weird comment about my self-esteem, and beat it.
And that's when I wrote my last blog post.

Since then, I've been thinking about Lipring a lot. I'm not saying I caught feelings on Friday; I think he's terrifically sexy and that's old news. TA and I were talking about how it's hard to actually like him because he's one of those dudes who somehow manages to be a good guy and a douchebag at the same time.

Saturday: In Which I Get Tipsy, Have Sex, and Feel Great About It.

Since last week, 2 new people have moved into the suite. One of them is a Senior who is squatting in our illegally open room because his off-campus apartment burned out last weekend, and the other is a Sophomore who recently quit his RA job and needed a new place.
Last night, the Senior's younger brother came for a visit on his way back to his school in upstate New York after his Spring Break. The three of us went out to a very lame party, but tried to get drunk and enjoy ourselves regardless. After 4 bottles of wine, a liter of Bacardi and the worst round of "Never Have I Ever" ever played we headed out to find something better. Somehow we, that is, the Senior, his brother, myself, and 3 or 4 hangers-on from the party, turned up at the house where I met PE this past Fall.
The Senior's brother was looking like he was fading fast, so I offered to walk him back, since the plan was for him to crash on one of our futons.

As you may have guessed, he didn't end up crashing on one of the futons.
We made friends by playing on facebook and my iTunes for a bit before he decided it would be a good idea to turn the lights off. We started making out, and since I have more than a few songs on my computer that are decidedly unfit for boning, I shut my computer in order to concentrate more fully on the sexy man in my bed. The clothes came off, and he started in with some Cosmo Sex shit. [No joke, click that link, thats the first thing we did.] I was honestly a little taken aback. It didn't help that he was a good-sized fella, and as I haven't been with a guy with a big dick for quite a few months, so things didn't go as smoothly as they do with the lads that I've had lately.
An hour or so of kissing/rubbing/licking/sucking/fucking later, the two of us head to the bathroom to take a shower together. I haven't taken a shower with a guy in ages; I'd forgotten how much fun it is. After cleaning up, we got back into bed. He had put his boxers and t-shirt back on, so I figured he was done, put on a sportsbra and underpants and crawled into bed next to him.
He said, "I can't go to sleep with you there; I just want to touch you and it's keeping me awake."
Ever the gracious hostess, I stripped and climbed on top of him.
We were all over each other having amazing wild sex until sunrise.

Sunday: In Which I Think About it Too Much/Not Enough.

I've been listening to my "Pump-Up" iTunes playlist on repeat for almost 2 hours, so I'm really not in the right state of mind to be obsessing about sex and stupid boys. But earlier today, when I wasn't listening to the great training montage hits of the 80's, I couldn't help but laugh at myself for how I absolutely beat myself up over having sex with a guy who a) I've already been with, b) I'm friendly with, c) I know I'm going to see/talk to soon, but have a freaking great day after sleeping with a guy who I had never met before.
I also noticed that, at least in the past couple months, I'll not have sex for 2 weeks, then have sex with two different people in a weekend. What's up with that I wonder.