shake shake my ceiling.

after 3 weeks,the friendship is no more.
It ended in a spectacular blowout by text,courtesy of a drunken me and a sober him,bored in his flat,getting all the flak for what happened,on a bus back to rusholme,and in my flat just crying in my bed.
I think (and we haven't spoken to each other since 2am three days ago,and i have since deleted his number) that he did take advantage,he didn't want to say no to sleeping with me however much he'd love to think that,and to ask me for a threesome/if i'd had one just epitomises his laddish cheekiness. oh,and more personal things,divulged to his flatmates,just disgust me. he needs to grow up.
It was so horrible that I just slept most of tuesday in between seminars,as well as my two days off,just to take my mind off it. And I got an even bigger shock when I discovered that he was online for most of the day,and I resolved to just let it blow over,which I don't think that it will in all fairness,but if it does,I'll be somewhat amazed. I'm holding onto nothing with this one and my family and friends are advising me to just let him go. And they're right, because I know that I have more important things to worry about. like the fact that i have 2 assignments in the day after my 19th birthday (learning and employability and sociology),and an class test in english a few days later. I also have to read my course text in the next few hours before my lecture today,and do some german grammar for my afternoon seminar. My friend is also trying to get me out to the su,but I only have £7 to live on between 3 days,which is doable,but when my money arrives on Monday I ideally need to pay for my ticket to Scotland next weekend,and I would like to go and see Jenny Lewis at the Manchester Academy,but circumstances are so that I have to make that money last,and I will be leaving Manchester straight after my seminar on Friday. Erlack.
Anyway,my bed is calling,goodnight.