Okay, so situation with new-boy has progressed pretty far. Right now I'm not worried about it, but later I might have to be.
In other words, this is a post about my hickey, so if you're not willing to read that, probably you should just move on.
Okay, so I have new-boy. And yesterday all four of us hung out. We did not go to the waterfall hike that I said we were going to go on, mostly because it looked like rain and we didn't want to be an hour's hike up a mountain in the rain. So we hung out around town, which was nice, and then after lunch, GL's boy had to go pick up his best friend, and the rest of us headed inside GL and I's apartment. GL went to take a nap and obviously new-boy and I played a game of go fish in my room. WRONG, no actually, we did not, but that's what I'm going to refer to in this blog as what we did, because I want to be ridiculous right now, so that's what I'm going to do.
So we played some Go-Fish for a while and during the course of the game, I acquired a large BRUISE on my neck. I realize these are requirements for having a hickey, but I mean really. It was purple and kind of darkish and I was really excited about it. Until I showed it to GL, who promptly accidentally reminded me that I had work today.
Work, where I wait tables on rather well-off types who know that I do not usually wear a whole lot of make-up (to any men in the audience, this will come into play later).
Well, we also had dinner with my sister, so I had to leave the mark unattended until afterwards. Then me and GL went back home and played doll for a little bit so she could try to hide the mark for me so I could know how to do it today. Well, things went well, since her boy came back over and he could hardly tell there was a mark, and I could look in the mirror and not tell there was a mark -- just that there was a shitton of makeup on my neck. So we called it good, she set up the supplies in the bathroom in the order I would need them and we all went to bed (after I showered, which may have been my biggest mistake. I'm pretty sure at this point, I should have just showered before putting the makeup on and then done touchups this morning).
Throughout the course of the evening, I'll have you know, GL kept reassuring me that since I heal well, it should be mostly gone by this morning, don't worry. Unfortunately for all involved this did not occur. Unfortunately for me because it meant I still had to put on a whole lot of makeup, and unfortunately for her because I think she wanted this to be as easy for me as I wanted it to be.
Well anyway, TL;DR: I put the makeup on and it's not as good as it was last night, and now I have shittons of makeup on my neck and my collar of my work uniform. And now I'm kind of pissy and self conscious about it.
And I have makeup all over my uniform's collar. Which is just obnoxious, since it's a polo.
*Lesigh*
Until Next Time, Dear Readers,
Me.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Yesterday...Kind of Rocked.
I hate when blogs get all self-centered and focused on the daily life of the blogger. So I'm going to tell you about the great day I had yesterday! :D
As you know, I've been on this dating site for a little while. Been messaging with a few guys, keepin' it real. Nothing serious had occurred, though I'd met one of them in person. It was boring and I was getting tired of it, but I liked talking to a few of the fellas so I was just going to keep going until I was so bored I just up and quit.
And then one of the guys I've been talking to asked me to lunch. I thought that sounded like a fun idea, as I don't generally do anything out of the ordinary for lunch, and GL was sleeping anyway (it's okay, she found a boy so she needs her sleeps :D). So I said sure, and we met up at the same pizza place I met the other guy from the same site.
I am SO GLAD this one went better. I mean, the guy I'd met before, we'll call him UJ, he was alright, but he was just a little standoffish, and while he wasn't exactly mean to our server, he wasn't nice either. Which I take even more into account now that I myself am something of a server (I don't really count it though because I work at a buffet and I know we don't do anything quite to the rigors of a full restaurant). MOVING ON. Anyway, so I just thought he was a boring fellow and he texted me later saying how wonderful it was that we hit it off right away. And soon, he got annoying, so I've taken to ignoring his texts a little bit. It's not nice, but then again, why should I have to be?
ANYWAY, so the good things: So we go out for pizza and our meal goes well, we just sit there talking and hitting it off and such. He paid, which was amazing. I've never met a guy who pays for you just because you're a girl. He says that's how he was raised, but honestly, that's still really just...I'm still in shock and awe over it. I don't think I expressed that very well to GL when I was telling her all the deets last night, but...Usually guys make us go dutch, mostly because we are all poor college students, but still. It was just really nice of him. He totally didn't know why I was thanking him for it, and that was hilarious. He thought I was talking about the mints. Which is just silly.
So we leave the restaurant and he tells me he's thought of something fun for us to do, since we're both acquainted with the area pretty well (I mean, I ought to be, I grew up here...) and he suggests going to feed ducks at the local duck pond. I agree because, hey I haven't done that since I was young enough to want to do that always. Probably about fifteen years or so. Rough estimate. But in order to feed the ducks, we must give them bread, since they do not eat tortillas, (not that it would have mattered, as we did not have tortillas either). And then we had to figure ourselves through the rigors of trying to figure out where to park the cars, since I don't have a student tag, and I also have no idea where I'm going. Plus, we still needed to get bread and that was just HIGHLY inconvenient.
So we figured out that we could head to a foodlion near by, grab the bread, leave my car, take his, and walk down to the duck pond. And that's what we did. So we found a bench kind of out of the way, because, dude, who wants to be all up in peoples' ways when you're feeding ducks? So of course where we're sitting there are no ducks. No ducks at all. So instead we have this loaf of bread and no ducks to feed it to. So we sit there at chitchat some more before the ducks finally head over our way, and we attempt to feed them. Then the ducks swarmed. It was kind of hilarious, and also kind of frightening. Have you ever been surrounded by hungry ducks? You know the feeling. You go "how on earth is this even happening to me? This only happens on television!" and then you realize you still don't live in a tv show and you need to GTFO right now or you'll be eaten by a pack of ducks. So we got rid of the bread and ran to some gardens on campus. Then we hung out under this really neat gazebo thing that was absolutely covered in vines. And we chatted for like...ever. I left there four hours after we'd met for lunch.
I even let him kiss me :) THAT's how well it went. And you know what, I'm totally fine with that.
He wants to go hiking next. He actually wanted to go this afternoon, but I babysit on Wednesday evenings and had forgotten at the time he brought it up, so we're going to reschedule so that GL and her boy can come too, because it will be AWESOME. Apparently I'm going to get lots of out doors exercise with this boy. I'm not totally mad about it. :D
Until Next Time, Dear Readers
Me
As you know, I've been on this dating site for a little while. Been messaging with a few guys, keepin' it real. Nothing serious had occurred, though I'd met one of them in person. It was boring and I was getting tired of it, but I liked talking to a few of the fellas so I was just going to keep going until I was so bored I just up and quit.
And then one of the guys I've been talking to asked me to lunch. I thought that sounded like a fun idea, as I don't generally do anything out of the ordinary for lunch, and GL was sleeping anyway (it's okay, she found a boy so she needs her sleeps :D). So I said sure, and we met up at the same pizza place I met the other guy from the same site.
I am SO GLAD this one went better. I mean, the guy I'd met before, we'll call him UJ, he was alright, but he was just a little standoffish, and while he wasn't exactly mean to our server, he wasn't nice either. Which I take even more into account now that I myself am something of a server (I don't really count it though because I work at a buffet and I know we don't do anything quite to the rigors of a full restaurant). MOVING ON. Anyway, so I just thought he was a boring fellow and he texted me later saying how wonderful it was that we hit it off right away. And soon, he got annoying, so I've taken to ignoring his texts a little bit. It's not nice, but then again, why should I have to be?
ANYWAY, so the good things: So we go out for pizza and our meal goes well, we just sit there talking and hitting it off and such. He paid, which was amazing. I've never met a guy who pays for you just because you're a girl. He says that's how he was raised, but honestly, that's still really just...I'm still in shock and awe over it. I don't think I expressed that very well to GL when I was telling her all the deets last night, but...Usually guys make us go dutch, mostly because we are all poor college students, but still. It was just really nice of him. He totally didn't know why I was thanking him for it, and that was hilarious. He thought I was talking about the mints. Which is just silly.
So we leave the restaurant and he tells me he's thought of something fun for us to do, since we're both acquainted with the area pretty well (I mean, I ought to be, I grew up here...) and he suggests going to feed ducks at the local duck pond. I agree because, hey I haven't done that since I was young enough to want to do that always. Probably about fifteen years or so. Rough estimate. But in order to feed the ducks, we must give them bread, since they do not eat tortillas, (not that it would have mattered, as we did not have tortillas either). And then we had to figure ourselves through the rigors of trying to figure out where to park the cars, since I don't have a student tag, and I also have no idea where I'm going. Plus, we still needed to get bread and that was just HIGHLY inconvenient.
So we figured out that we could head to a foodlion near by, grab the bread, leave my car, take his, and walk down to the duck pond. And that's what we did. So we found a bench kind of out of the way, because, dude, who wants to be all up in peoples' ways when you're feeding ducks? So of course where we're sitting there are no ducks. No ducks at all. So instead we have this loaf of bread and no ducks to feed it to. So we sit there at chitchat some more before the ducks finally head over our way, and we attempt to feed them. Then the ducks swarmed. It was kind of hilarious, and also kind of frightening. Have you ever been surrounded by hungry ducks? You know the feeling. You go "how on earth is this even happening to me? This only happens on television!" and then you realize you still don't live in a tv show and you need to GTFO right now or you'll be eaten by a pack of ducks. So we got rid of the bread and ran to some gardens on campus. Then we hung out under this really neat gazebo thing that was absolutely covered in vines. And we chatted for like...ever. I left there four hours after we'd met for lunch.
I even let him kiss me :) THAT's how well it went. And you know what, I'm totally fine with that.
He wants to go hiking next. He actually wanted to go this afternoon, but I babysit on Wednesday evenings and had forgotten at the time he brought it up, so we're going to reschedule so that GL and her boy can come too, because it will be AWESOME. Apparently I'm going to get lots of out doors exercise with this boy. I'm not totally mad about it. :D
Until Next Time, Dear Readers
Me
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
You Want To Know Something That Men Don't Know?
Women. Specifically women on their periods.
If I had any male readers left, I have now lost them all. Except for the weirdos, but, since this is the internet, that's OK.
Anyway, I bring this up because I myself am a woman. Well, more or less. I have all the lady-parts and I experience the monthly cycle described above. ANYWAY, moving on:
I am a woman and my father is a man. However, he should be one of the most qualified men for raising two daughters, since he grew up with only his mother and his younger sister, then married a woman with a sister, then proceeded to have two daughters. The poor man lacks a little testosterone in his life, but you would think he'd have the best grasp on the female mindset after all these years.
WRONG.
If one of the women in our family decides to speak to the man while she is on her monthly cycle, she is likely to notice that he doesn't quite grasp the concept of "Yes, of course you're right. Chocolate?" No, instead he proceeds to speak with you as though it is any other time of the month, especially if he's got a bone to pick with you on a certain subject.
This always leads to tears and shouting and never on his part. Also, angry faces.
He simply doesn't grasp that there is a HEEEuuuuge difference between the mind of a woman during her period and the mind of the same woman any other time. We are irrational creatures, with a penchant for pettiness and for wanting things our way, all the time. We are cranky easily, things irk us more and quicker, and nothing seems to be going the way we want it to, because of said irrationality.
One cannot speak rationally to a woman on her period, and men don't understand this. They just go about their lives with not a care in the world for how annoyed or upset we are. Very few men can be trained to accommodate the needs of a woman during her period, and fewer try to train them. All they need to be taught is to agree with us for one week (all I'm asking is one week) during the month when we seem to be our most irrational, and then to give us chocolate at random points, maybe when they feel they've had to agree an exorbitant amount and are tired of listening to us whine and complain. Chocolate works very well for shutting women up, since our mouths are otherwise occupied.
Or at the very least, avoid us and don't speak to us unless spoken to, and only then to say "yes, of course." And always lie to us about the important things while we are on our periods. It's most helpful.
...I'm pretty sure that's it. I'm only rational and clear-headed and not totally ranting, mostly teaching, right now, because I'm not on my period while I write this. So, yes, indeed. Keep to the basics: Agree, offer chocolate, don't speak unless spoken to, and just leave us alone, and you should be A-OK.
Until Next Time, Dear Readers
Me
If I had any male readers left, I have now lost them all. Except for the weirdos, but, since this is the internet, that's OK.
Anyway, I bring this up because I myself am a woman. Well, more or less. I have all the lady-parts and I experience the monthly cycle described above. ANYWAY, moving on:
I am a woman and my father is a man. However, he should be one of the most qualified men for raising two daughters, since he grew up with only his mother and his younger sister, then married a woman with a sister, then proceeded to have two daughters. The poor man lacks a little testosterone in his life, but you would think he'd have the best grasp on the female mindset after all these years.
WRONG.
If one of the women in our family decides to speak to the man while she is on her monthly cycle, she is likely to notice that he doesn't quite grasp the concept of "Yes, of course you're right. Chocolate?" No, instead he proceeds to speak with you as though it is any other time of the month, especially if he's got a bone to pick with you on a certain subject.
This always leads to tears and shouting and never on his part. Also, angry faces.
He simply doesn't grasp that there is a HEEEuuuuge difference between the mind of a woman during her period and the mind of the same woman any other time. We are irrational creatures, with a penchant for pettiness and for wanting things our way, all the time. We are cranky easily, things irk us more and quicker, and nothing seems to be going the way we want it to, because of said irrationality.
One cannot speak rationally to a woman on her period, and men don't understand this. They just go about their lives with not a care in the world for how annoyed or upset we are. Very few men can be trained to accommodate the needs of a woman during her period, and fewer try to train them. All they need to be taught is to agree with us for one week (all I'm asking is one week) during the month when we seem to be our most irrational, and then to give us chocolate at random points, maybe when they feel they've had to agree an exorbitant amount and are tired of listening to us whine and complain. Chocolate works very well for shutting women up, since our mouths are otherwise occupied.
Or at the very least, avoid us and don't speak to us unless spoken to, and only then to say "yes, of course." And always lie to us about the important things while we are on our periods. It's most helpful.
...I'm pretty sure that's it. I'm only rational and clear-headed and not totally ranting, mostly teaching, right now, because I'm not on my period while I write this. So, yes, indeed. Keep to the basics: Agree, offer chocolate, don't speak unless spoken to, and just leave us alone, and you should be A-OK.
Until Next Time, Dear Readers
Me
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Well Hello Again!
Hi to all and sundry,
This is the update on the not-date, because I didn't really feel like editing my earlier post. It's too much work.
His name is hard to pronounce, and he has a rather strong accent, but after two hours, it was like he was speaking perfect 'Meruhkin. We had TONS in common, and even though there would be some times where conversation would just stop suddenly, we'd start back up again like it hadn't. It was really nice.
Also the food was delicious and I had tons of soda so I should be up for at least a little while, Haha.
He's just a guy who wants a friend, and I think that's quite alright with me.
Maybe this dating website thing isn't as bad as I have found it to be so far.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader
Me
This is the update on the not-date, because I didn't really feel like editing my earlier post. It's too much work.
His name is hard to pronounce, and he has a rather strong accent, but after two hours, it was like he was speaking perfect 'Meruhkin. We had TONS in common, and even though there would be some times where conversation would just stop suddenly, we'd start back up again like it hadn't. It was really nice.
Also the food was delicious and I had tons of soda so I should be up for at least a little while, Haha.
He's just a guy who wants a friend, and I think that's quite alright with me.
Maybe this dating website thing isn't as bad as I have found it to be so far.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader
Me
Here's Your Horoscope For Today
Does anyone but me know that particular Weird Al song?
*crickets*
Didn't think so.
Anyway, not important. I merely had a minor incident regarding my evening plans an my horoscope, but I've decided it wasn't as crazy as I thought it was...Maybe.
Anyway...my day has been fairly good. I woke up at the crack of dawn on a saturday to go earn monies, and I got out at noon. I brought Bojangles home for the family, and we enjoyed it thoroughly. And then I made dinner plans with a guy off of a dating site.
Yeah...I know, that last bit isn't as normal as I was planning on today being.
Have I mentioned I didn't (and still don't) get out much? Yeah...that's what I'm doing tonight though, getting out I mean. I'm going to a local Italian place (more pizza than "Italian" per se, but whatever) to meet this guy I met online. So yeah...
Uh...right. So...yep. Uh-huh.
Ok, so I'm going to go now, because that was pretty much it for right now. I may or may not update you on the aftermath of the not-date later. We'll see how long I last as far as staying awake goes. Waking up at 5 in the morning almost every morning is tough when you're not used to it.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader
Me
*crickets*
Didn't think so.
Anyway, not important. I merely had a minor incident regarding my evening plans an my horoscope, but I've decided it wasn't as crazy as I thought it was...Maybe.
Anyway...my day has been fairly good. I woke up at the crack of dawn on a saturday to go earn monies, and I got out at noon. I brought Bojangles home for the family, and we enjoyed it thoroughly. And then I made dinner plans with a guy off of a dating site.
Yeah...I know, that last bit isn't as normal as I was planning on today being.
Have I mentioned I didn't (and still don't) get out much? Yeah...that's what I'm doing tonight though, getting out I mean. I'm going to a local Italian place (more pizza than "Italian" per se, but whatever) to meet this guy I met online. So yeah...
Uh...right. So...yep. Uh-huh.
Ok, so I'm going to go now, because that was pretty much it for right now. I may or may not update you on the aftermath of the not-date later. We'll see how long I last as far as staying awake goes. Waking up at 5 in the morning almost every morning is tough when you're not used to it.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader
Me
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Quick question
How bad d'you think it is that I don't really feel like adding the bishop who confirmed me, and has been the only bishop I've ever known in my life ever, as a friend on facebook?
In other news, I've found Sherlock fanfic and my life has been made infinitely better for it.
Good day, dear readers
Until Next Time,
Me.
In other news, I've found Sherlock fanfic and my life has been made infinitely better for it.
Good day, dear readers
Until Next Time,
Me.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
It HAS been a while, hasn't it?
To all those who are fathers or who have fathers, I wish you all a happy Father's Day!
Now to business.
I have been a member of an online dating site for a few weeks now, and I have been chatting with this young man, DS, not to be confused with DM, because right now DS has no alternate name. He seems alright, and he waited out a number of weeks before I would give him my number to text, unlike several other guys on this particular site (or any other, I imagine).
So we exchange numbers, and I am to be the one to text first. So I enter his number into my phone, set him to a contact so I will know with whom I am talking and send him a straightforward text telling him whom I am and from where I know him.
And I'm texted back from someone who apparently loves Gavin and is quite obviously not who I wish to be talking to. So I apologize, and alert them to the fact that this is problematic. I go back to the message where DS sent me his number, and I notice there was a bit of a user error in my contacts. I have mistyped the number. So I quickly change it and text the correct number this time.
And the wrong number keeps texting me. They asked what I meant and how old I was. I merely told them there was a user error and did not address the age question as I do not wish to be predatorized...preyed on...something like that.
And they continued to text me! They are quite obviously not old enough to be texting anyone, since they have no idea what the word "problematic" means, and they continued to ask how old I was without first telling me their name.
I told them, simply, what problematic means, and I then asked them, concisely, with whom I was speaking.
They haven't texted back yet. I'm fairly certain I ought to not text them anymore, considering I believe them to be quite young.
However, they did type in full words and not in the usual "text speak" I'm used to seeing from the younger generations...Perhaps my faith in those who will follow after me is not entirely lost yet.
And now for something completely different **Jacked from Monty Python**
We will soon have a guest blogger on here. GL, or Good Lady, will be writing a bit of a rant which I shall post upon this blog and put out for the world to see! I imagine it will be a compelling and very persuasive rant on the way life and love are affected by hollywood and the subsequent dramas and romcoms pulled forth from thence.
I used a lot of big words today. When your mouth hurts from wisdom teeth extraction, you think up all sorts of fantastical words to use. ESPECIALLY if one of the days during your recovery was spent watching BBC's Sherlock.
Heeeeee Sherlock :)
Now to business.
I have been a member of an online dating site for a few weeks now, and I have been chatting with this young man, DS, not to be confused with DM, because right now DS has no alternate name. He seems alright, and he waited out a number of weeks before I would give him my number to text, unlike several other guys on this particular site (or any other, I imagine).
So we exchange numbers, and I am to be the one to text first. So I enter his number into my phone, set him to a contact so I will know with whom I am talking and send him a straightforward text telling him whom I am and from where I know him.
And I'm texted back from someone who apparently loves Gavin and is quite obviously not who I wish to be talking to. So I apologize, and alert them to the fact that this is problematic. I go back to the message where DS sent me his number, and I notice there was a bit of a user error in my contacts. I have mistyped the number. So I quickly change it and text the correct number this time.
And the wrong number keeps texting me. They asked what I meant and how old I was. I merely told them there was a user error and did not address the age question as I do not wish to be predatorized...preyed on...something like that.
And they continued to text me! They are quite obviously not old enough to be texting anyone, since they have no idea what the word "problematic" means, and they continued to ask how old I was without first telling me their name.
I told them, simply, what problematic means, and I then asked them, concisely, with whom I was speaking.
They haven't texted back yet. I'm fairly certain I ought to not text them anymore, considering I believe them to be quite young.
However, they did type in full words and not in the usual "text speak" I'm used to seeing from the younger generations...Perhaps my faith in those who will follow after me is not entirely lost yet.
And now for something completely different **Jacked from Monty Python**
We will soon have a guest blogger on here. GL, or Good Lady, will be writing a bit of a rant which I shall post upon this blog and put out for the world to see! I imagine it will be a compelling and very persuasive rant on the way life and love are affected by hollywood and the subsequent dramas and romcoms pulled forth from thence.
I used a lot of big words today. When your mouth hurts from wisdom teeth extraction, you think up all sorts of fantastical words to use. ESPECIALLY if one of the days during your recovery was spent watching BBC's Sherlock.
Heeeeee Sherlock :)
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