I feel way more relaxed now. Like I can finally breathe and it's all going to be good.
Admittedly, the minor injuries sustained in my car accident (which, every time I describe it to someone in person, I realize exactly how serious it was and could have been) are a bit of a dampener on all of it, but at least I was able to make my exams.
Mostly right now, my scabs itch because they're dry and peel-y looking and I really want to take care of it, but that's probably not a good thing. My bruises are turning a nasty greenish purple color and they look gnarly. But again, on the plus side, I'm alive and have nothing worse than some sore spots.
But yes, I brought my scores up to at least Bs in every class that posts grades on Blackboard. My history teacher doesn't so I have no idea how I did. I'll find out on the 16th. Tomorrow, GL is graduating from the community college we attend, so I plan on going to that. I think in a round about way she's pretty much inviting me to have dinner with her family, because she's giving me all of the information to do so. The only thing is that I'm really used to needing to be asked and invited outright. It's kind of funny that she does this kind of thing, asking things in round-about ways, because she gets so irritated when other people do it. But whatever, if I find out where they're eating, I'll attend dinner as well as the graduation. I also will probably want to know where, exactly, graduation is. Because at the moment, I just know around when the time is.
As Dr. Evil might say: "Throw me a frickin' bone here, Scott!" Geeze, Louise.
Perhaps I'll have another post for you later, or perhaps I'll take a nap. That worked out well yesterday.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Well that was exciting...
Don't let my cool, calm and collected internet demeanor fool you. I'm still really hopped up on adrenaline.
You see, I was just involved in a 1 car, several tree-branches accident. I think I frightened the poor guys working on the road, and I know I scared my parents. I'm alright, so far. A little sore and I've got some nasty bruises and scrapes, but nothing seems to be broken or anything. I'm debating on not going to my other exam though. I keep crying too, which is actually rather annoying, though completely logical if you think about it. GL is coming over soon, and I think we'll probably be heading to her place at some point. Hopefully she won't talk me out of skipping my other exam. I'd rather not inconvenience any more people than I have to. I'm already having to make up the one exam tomorrow morning, and we're down a car because I'm pretty sure I totalled my van, and we don't really have a whole lot of free money for this kind of stuff.
I'm really glad I'm not more hurt, considering the damage done to the poor van.
Dear Og, we hardly knew ye.
Actually, I lied, we did know ye, very well these past...er...thirteen years? Damn, I thought it was longer than that...
But yes, I've got some really kick-ass bruises on my left arm, a couple scrapes on my hands, and my chin's busted up pretty good, but I don't think anything's really badly hurt. I hope not, anyway. I'm trying not to take too many pain killers because I don't want to mask anything getting worse, so I took half my normal dosage and I'm drinking water.
Scared the living daylights out of me. Obviously someone was watching over me, for which I am eternally grateful.
Nothing exciting ever happened to me for the longest time, now I'd really rather my life go back to normal and boring, please, okay, thank you.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader,
Me.
You see, I was just involved in a 1 car, several tree-branches accident. I think I frightened the poor guys working on the road, and I know I scared my parents. I'm alright, so far. A little sore and I've got some nasty bruises and scrapes, but nothing seems to be broken or anything. I'm debating on not going to my other exam though. I keep crying too, which is actually rather annoying, though completely logical if you think about it. GL is coming over soon, and I think we'll probably be heading to her place at some point. Hopefully she won't talk me out of skipping my other exam. I'd rather not inconvenience any more people than I have to. I'm already having to make up the one exam tomorrow morning, and we're down a car because I'm pretty sure I totalled my van, and we don't really have a whole lot of free money for this kind of stuff.
I'm really glad I'm not more hurt, considering the damage done to the poor van.
Dear Og, we hardly knew ye.
Actually, I lied, we did know ye, very well these past...er...thirteen years? Damn, I thought it was longer than that...
But yes, I've got some really kick-ass bruises on my left arm, a couple scrapes on my hands, and my chin's busted up pretty good, but I don't think anything's really badly hurt. I hope not, anyway. I'm trying not to take too many pain killers because I don't want to mask anything getting worse, so I took half my normal dosage and I'm drinking water.
Scared the living daylights out of me. Obviously someone was watching over me, for which I am eternally grateful.
Nothing exciting ever happened to me for the longest time, now I'd really rather my life go back to normal and boring, please, okay, thank you.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader,
Me.
A Whole Weekend
I waited the whole weekend to tell you of my escapades, in order to have a longer (and hopefully more interesting) post for you!
Let's see...The rest of Friday was spent...Well...Where on earth did I leave off? The room I was in was getting closed, so I'd had to leave. I waited for dear GL so we could take care of her last few things she needed to do. I decided not to try and see if my last class of the day was meeting because, really, the chances of anyone showing up for that class, the last class of the last day of the semester, were slim to none. I've the exam for that class today. EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION!!
So we headed to her house, but since her toilet was borked, we stopped at the Sheetz so we could go the bathroom one last time. We ended up seeing her roommate drive into the driveway as we were getting the trashcan, and apparently this same roommate had driven drunk. I don't know exactly how safe I feel with this, but seeing as how this roommate will not be interacting with me for a very long time, I'll get over it.
GL and Roommate shared a beer while roommate packed up her things to leave for her parents' house for the weekend, I'm assuming so she could have a working toilet, but whatever the reason, it was nice that she was gone. I'm not really a big fan of her.
Did I mention that at this point the ceiling had come down? Yeah, that had happened that morning. Apparently it was the plumber but we didn't know this until Saturday.
So I spent all evening with GL and it was fun. Then I went home at around...damn I wish my phone would give me dates and times for longer than the day they're sent...Ugh...
Anyway, I went home. That was the end of Friday.
NOW! for Saturday, I was awakened at close to ten so I could drive LS to her make-up dance class, and I had forgotten why Mom and Dad weren't around, but I remembered that it was because Dad plays hockey and there was a tournament and Mom wanted to go and watch him play. So LS and I were left to our own devices for a good portion of the day. So I took her to dance, had about an hour and a half to myself, then went back out to get her, came back so she could change her clothes, went back out to eat at one of the three Macado's around here (If you don't know what a macado's is, it's ok. They serve a lot of sandwiches and have lots of strange objects and artefacts everywhere). After Macado's, we were full of yummy delicious food, but were wanting to do other things, so we went to the little outdoor mall area, shopped at the bookstore, then tried on shoes we can't afford at a shoe-store, and finally ended up at the local smoothie shop.
Generally this would make for a rather boring sounding day, but I helped LS get in contact with a cute boy she likes, and got Mom a smashing Mother's Day present. All in all very productive.
At this point we were exhausted so we picked up and headed home. We managed to beat Mom and Dad home by only a few minutes, so we could hide the present but not really do much about wrapping it. We gave the present to Mom that night with three bows taped to the top. It was the most amazing StarWars pop-up book. Seriously. And then I needed to be She-Ra, princess of Power, so I left to go to GL's house and take care of that.
Except I'm too weak to have done anything, so we waited for her friend CJ (this is actually his name. I don't know anything else about him except that he likes watching Top Gear) to show up, because he was coming along soon. We went to Lowe's, and bought all of her Mother's Day presents, then grabbed some Jimmy John's. We went back to her house, and watched Family Guy and pretended like we didn't have to pee because we really didn't want to have to go into the barn to do it.
We played some video games and FINALLY CJ arrived. He managed to fix the toilet enough that we could flush it as long as we filled up the tank manually first. And then we took a shot of tequila each, sat down and listened to Pink Floyd, took another shot of tequila, then watched Finding Nemo. By the end of Nemo I was tired and sober and ready to go home. So, after making sure I was able to get home, I left. I'm safe, I swear.
I got home at around one fifteen, and went to bed, sleeping soundly until nine fifteen, when, for no reason at all, I was completely awake and well-rested and ready to go. And so Dad and I left for our church and Mom and LS went to their church.
We went out for lunch at the local Chinese buffet, then we pretty much made Mom play video games and watch tv the rest of the day.
I had decided to make pretty art, so I was in the middle of that when Dad says I needed to go see where my cat was.
This, my dear reader, is where the story gets interesting. If you've stuck with me this long, this is kind of worth it.
LS's dog had chased Kitty up a tree. Not just any tree, either. This tree was a) outside of our fence line, b) had a ladder of unknown vines crawling up it, c) looked like all the branches were going to fall off, and d) had no other way down.
I, of course, being the caring and compassionate owner I am, go over to see if Kitty really is stuck or if she's just not really wanting to get out of the tree.
From all appearances, in my defence, she looked stuck. Not stuck-stuck but unable to get down for fear of something else. I decide to talk her through it, since it looks like she's scared of how high up she is. So I'm standing at the back of our yard, talking to my cat and trying to tell her to jump out of the tree, while she sits there and meows at me incessantly and Dad stands back and laughs, throwing in unhelpful comments whenever he can.
After many...many failed attempts, Kitty finally managed to backwards climb her way down, and as soon as she managed to get within our yard again, idiot dog chased her. Again and again. And I couldn't save the Kitty because we have no idea what kind of vines those were and if they'll make my skin itch. :/
I was very annoyed with idiot dog. Dad just kept making fun of me for thinking Kitty needed saving, but for all looks and purposes, she seemed stuck and unable to get down.
So in the end, either my cat is an idiot with a fear of heights, or a manipulative and conniving Kitty. Either is completely possible. She's proved her idiocy in other ways before this particular incident, but it's also true that she's a cat and thus is by nature manipulative and conniving.
In any case, I rode with Dad and LS while LS drove to the local grocer to buy fried chicken, potato wedges and macaroni and cheese for dinner. Then we watched a Good Eats, I went back upstairs to put the finishing touches on my pretty drawing, and then came down while they were starting StarWars and eating carrot cake. I stayed for a good portion of the movie, but left as soon as Luke had reached the Dagoba system because I have exams today. One at 1 and the other at 3:30.
I'm not looking forward to either, really, but I dislike the first more than the second.
Until next time, Dear Reader,
Me
Let's see...The rest of Friday was spent...Well...Where on earth did I leave off? The room I was in was getting closed, so I'd had to leave. I waited for dear GL so we could take care of her last few things she needed to do. I decided not to try and see if my last class of the day was meeting because, really, the chances of anyone showing up for that class, the last class of the last day of the semester, were slim to none. I've the exam for that class today. EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION!!
So we headed to her house, but since her toilet was borked, we stopped at the Sheetz so we could go the bathroom one last time. We ended up seeing her roommate drive into the driveway as we were getting the trashcan, and apparently this same roommate had driven drunk. I don't know exactly how safe I feel with this, but seeing as how this roommate will not be interacting with me for a very long time, I'll get over it.
GL and Roommate shared a beer while roommate packed up her things to leave for her parents' house for the weekend, I'm assuming so she could have a working toilet, but whatever the reason, it was nice that she was gone. I'm not really a big fan of her.
Did I mention that at this point the ceiling had come down? Yeah, that had happened that morning. Apparently it was the plumber but we didn't know this until Saturday.
So I spent all evening with GL and it was fun. Then I went home at around...damn I wish my phone would give me dates and times for longer than the day they're sent...Ugh...
Anyway, I went home. That was the end of Friday.
NOW! for Saturday, I was awakened at close to ten so I could drive LS to her make-up dance class, and I had forgotten why Mom and Dad weren't around, but I remembered that it was because Dad plays hockey and there was a tournament and Mom wanted to go and watch him play. So LS and I were left to our own devices for a good portion of the day. So I took her to dance, had about an hour and a half to myself, then went back out to get her, came back so she could change her clothes, went back out to eat at one of the three Macado's around here (If you don't know what a macado's is, it's ok. They serve a lot of sandwiches and have lots of strange objects and artefacts everywhere). After Macado's, we were full of yummy delicious food, but were wanting to do other things, so we went to the little outdoor mall area, shopped at the bookstore, then tried on shoes we can't afford at a shoe-store, and finally ended up at the local smoothie shop.
Generally this would make for a rather boring sounding day, but I helped LS get in contact with a cute boy she likes, and got Mom a smashing Mother's Day present. All in all very productive.
At this point we were exhausted so we picked up and headed home. We managed to beat Mom and Dad home by only a few minutes, so we could hide the present but not really do much about wrapping it. We gave the present to Mom that night with three bows taped to the top. It was the most amazing StarWars pop-up book. Seriously. And then I needed to be She-Ra, princess of Power, so I left to go to GL's house and take care of that.
Except I'm too weak to have done anything, so we waited for her friend CJ (this is actually his name. I don't know anything else about him except that he likes watching Top Gear) to show up, because he was coming along soon. We went to Lowe's, and bought all of her Mother's Day presents, then grabbed some Jimmy John's. We went back to her house, and watched Family Guy and pretended like we didn't have to pee because we really didn't want to have to go into the barn to do it.
We played some video games and FINALLY CJ arrived. He managed to fix the toilet enough that we could flush it as long as we filled up the tank manually first. And then we took a shot of tequila each, sat down and listened to Pink Floyd, took another shot of tequila, then watched Finding Nemo. By the end of Nemo I was tired and sober and ready to go home. So, after making sure I was able to get home, I left. I'm safe, I swear.
I got home at around one fifteen, and went to bed, sleeping soundly until nine fifteen, when, for no reason at all, I was completely awake and well-rested and ready to go. And so Dad and I left for our church and Mom and LS went to their church.
We went out for lunch at the local Chinese buffet, then we pretty much made Mom play video games and watch tv the rest of the day.
I had decided to make pretty art, so I was in the middle of that when Dad says I needed to go see where my cat was.
This, my dear reader, is where the story gets interesting. If you've stuck with me this long, this is kind of worth it.
LS's dog had chased Kitty up a tree. Not just any tree, either. This tree was a) outside of our fence line, b) had a ladder of unknown vines crawling up it, c) looked like all the branches were going to fall off, and d) had no other way down.
I, of course, being the caring and compassionate owner I am, go over to see if Kitty really is stuck or if she's just not really wanting to get out of the tree.
From all appearances, in my defence, she looked stuck. Not stuck-stuck but unable to get down for fear of something else. I decide to talk her through it, since it looks like she's scared of how high up she is. So I'm standing at the back of our yard, talking to my cat and trying to tell her to jump out of the tree, while she sits there and meows at me incessantly and Dad stands back and laughs, throwing in unhelpful comments whenever he can.
After many...many failed attempts, Kitty finally managed to backwards climb her way down, and as soon as she managed to get within our yard again, idiot dog chased her. Again and again. And I couldn't save the Kitty because we have no idea what kind of vines those were and if they'll make my skin itch. :/
I was very annoyed with idiot dog. Dad just kept making fun of me for thinking Kitty needed saving, but for all looks and purposes, she seemed stuck and unable to get down.
So in the end, either my cat is an idiot with a fear of heights, or a manipulative and conniving Kitty. Either is completely possible. She's proved her idiocy in other ways before this particular incident, but it's also true that she's a cat and thus is by nature manipulative and conniving.
In any case, I rode with Dad and LS while LS drove to the local grocer to buy fried chicken, potato wedges and macaroni and cheese for dinner. Then we watched a Good Eats, I went back upstairs to put the finishing touches on my pretty drawing, and then came down while they were starting StarWars and eating carrot cake. I stayed for a good portion of the movie, but left as soon as Luke had reached the Dagoba system because I have exams today. One at 1 and the other at 3:30.
I'm not looking forward to either, really, but I dislike the first more than the second.
Until next time, Dear Reader,
Me
Friday, May 6, 2011
Three Posts in One Day
Aren't you lucky? I've got more time on my hands than I know what to do with. I never know how to handle myself when this happens.
I figure I'll explain my friends' "names" for future reference for both myself and for you people.
My best friend, GL stands for Good Lady, as in The Good Lady Such-in-such. Because she is a wonderful, classy person who is a good lady. She's only a few years older than I am, being almost 22. She's fantastic and I love her and I spend all my time with her, so you'll probably hear about her a lot.
My former-best friend, who I've heretofore referred to as my-at-the-time-best friend and other such names, will be referred to as RF for Rather Fake. Because despite all appearances, she can be. Quick note, these names happen to coincide with their real initials. It's kind of strange how it happened to work out like that.
The young man I told you about earlier is NT for Not Totally reffering to how he's not totally the best friend I thought he was, or Not totally straight, or not totally faithful, not totally etc. I hope this covers most of it.
Another fellow, whom I have spoken of in a previous post I will refer to DM. Douchebag to the Max. I hope that needs no further explaination. It could also stand for Dumb Mistake.
The third fellow I may speak of, potentially, will be reffered to as FJ. For Foking Juck. Which I hope you will be able to read between the lines of and see it for what I really mean to write it as. Any questions should be posted as comments to be reviewed at a later date.
My younger sister will heretofore be referred to as LS for Little Sister, even though she has a couple inches on me and is STILL GROWING I SWEAR.
Mom and Dad will be refferred to as thusly.
Grandparents will have their allotted pseudonyms.
I think that covers most of it. Any others will be brought up when the time comes, assuming I know their initials, anyway.
How come everything works out the right way like that? I totally wasn't planning on it. It was really kind of strange when I realized what was happening.
Well, here I am. I finished with the rough outline of the people I deal with the most, emotionally. AH! Fudge, I forgot one.
MB for Major Butthead. He was the guy before DM that I had a rather whirlwind long-distance romance with. That was a huge mistake. Luckily it's not anymore. I haven't spoken to him in a couple of years...I de-friended him on facebook, too...hmmmm....
FJ happens to be at the computer terminal next to mine. I didn't realize who it was until after I sat down. Luckily I'm at the terminal across the doorway from him, so it's not a big deal, but still...
This is probably the main reason that I even started this post the way it went.
It's very distracting to be sitting at a computer next to a window. People are standing outside and I'm very intrigued, but they can see me as well as I can see them, if not better, so it would be strange to stare. So I only look when they move and it catches my attention again. Unfortunately they're now in my range of perifferal vison and one of them is antsy. So I really have to try not to look.
I may have failed one of my classes this semester. I hope not. I hope doing the exam will make up for it...
I don't think it will though. I'll be lucky if I can pass it with a D. I hate accounting. It was all well and good when it was just filling in basic journal entries and T accounts. But then they added in shit like taxes and inventories and all sorts of BS...It just made it way more complicated than I could handle. I really don't want to have to do the exam, but I think I have to.
I have a strange thing with doing poorly in classes. I don't really care as long as I pass, but my parents insist on me getting close to perfect grades. Which is nigh on impossible, honestly. I get it, of course. They are paying for my education. But still, they didn't do well in college. Hell, dad got suspended for a year and mom had to quit because she got pregnant. At least neither of those things have happened to me, and I don't think they ever will. I'm a little to smart for that.
I don't know how they had an active social life, were able to go to classes and learn shit, and sleep at the same time. I don't think it's possible, so I'm assuming something from my equation is missing. So next time I sign up for classes, it's going to be two, three at most, and I'm going to focus on work and sleep because my social life and I will be moving in together.
Oh god, I'm never going to get through this.
The room is getting closed up. I figure I should probably go now.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader,
Me
I figure I'll explain my friends' "names" for future reference for both myself and for you people.
My best friend, GL stands for Good Lady, as in The Good Lady Such-in-such. Because she is a wonderful, classy person who is a good lady. She's only a few years older than I am, being almost 22. She's fantastic and I love her and I spend all my time with her, so you'll probably hear about her a lot.
My former-best friend, who I've heretofore referred to as my-at-the-time-best friend and other such names, will be referred to as RF for Rather Fake. Because despite all appearances, she can be. Quick note, these names happen to coincide with their real initials. It's kind of strange how it happened to work out like that.
The young man I told you about earlier is NT for Not Totally reffering to how he's not totally the best friend I thought he was, or Not totally straight, or not totally faithful, not totally etc. I hope this covers most of it.
Another fellow, whom I have spoken of in a previous post I will refer to DM. Douchebag to the Max. I hope that needs no further explaination. It could also stand for Dumb Mistake.
The third fellow I may speak of, potentially, will be reffered to as FJ. For Foking Juck. Which I hope you will be able to read between the lines of and see it for what I really mean to write it as. Any questions should be posted as comments to be reviewed at a later date.
My younger sister will heretofore be referred to as LS for Little Sister, even though she has a couple inches on me and is STILL GROWING I SWEAR.
Mom and Dad will be refferred to as thusly.
Grandparents will have their allotted pseudonyms.
I think that covers most of it. Any others will be brought up when the time comes, assuming I know their initials, anyway.
How come everything works out the right way like that? I totally wasn't planning on it. It was really kind of strange when I realized what was happening.
Well, here I am. I finished with the rough outline of the people I deal with the most, emotionally. AH! Fudge, I forgot one.
MB for Major Butthead. He was the guy before DM that I had a rather whirlwind long-distance romance with. That was a huge mistake. Luckily it's not anymore. I haven't spoken to him in a couple of years...I de-friended him on facebook, too...hmmmm....
FJ happens to be at the computer terminal next to mine. I didn't realize who it was until after I sat down. Luckily I'm at the terminal across the doorway from him, so it's not a big deal, but still...
This is probably the main reason that I even started this post the way it went.
It's very distracting to be sitting at a computer next to a window. People are standing outside and I'm very intrigued, but they can see me as well as I can see them, if not better, so it would be strange to stare. So I only look when they move and it catches my attention again. Unfortunately they're now in my range of perifferal vison and one of them is antsy. So I really have to try not to look.
I may have failed one of my classes this semester. I hope not. I hope doing the exam will make up for it...
I don't think it will though. I'll be lucky if I can pass it with a D. I hate accounting. It was all well and good when it was just filling in basic journal entries and T accounts. But then they added in shit like taxes and inventories and all sorts of BS...It just made it way more complicated than I could handle. I really don't want to have to do the exam, but I think I have to.
I have a strange thing with doing poorly in classes. I don't really care as long as I pass, but my parents insist on me getting close to perfect grades. Which is nigh on impossible, honestly. I get it, of course. They are paying for my education. But still, they didn't do well in college. Hell, dad got suspended for a year and mom had to quit because she got pregnant. At least neither of those things have happened to me, and I don't think they ever will. I'm a little to smart for that.
I don't know how they had an active social life, were able to go to classes and learn shit, and sleep at the same time. I don't think it's possible, so I'm assuming something from my equation is missing. So next time I sign up for classes, it's going to be two, three at most, and I'm going to focus on work and sleep because my social life and I will be moving in together.
Oh god, I'm never going to get through this.
The room is getting closed up. I figure I should probably go now.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader,
Me
Another Day, Another Post
I know I posted once already today, but, hey, more for you, right?
I've got a little less than an hour before I have to be anywhere right now, so I'm just going to type until then. This is what I used to do when I would send email to myself. I think of it as a type of writing practice. I really wanted to get a soda, but I forgot before I got to a computer station. I don't really feel comfortable leaving my things out in the open, nor a computer free. They get taken quickly if you're not careful, you know. Also, so do your things.
I suppose I could tell you a witty story of my childhood, or a memory from recently, but honestly, my memory only goes back about as far as I've been posting, as far as accuracy goes, and I'm fairly certain you all won't care too much. I think the oldest story I have given you, and will give you, is my failed attempt at relationships in the year of my 17th birthday. Spring birthdays confuse the crap out of me, and I have one, so if you ever see me refer to myself as an age that doesn't match up to what I've told you previously, it's because I have a sucky memory and a spring birthday.
I'd gotten to the point last semester where I would start writing stories and outlines for stories because I'd run out of interesting things to tell myself. But now I'm talking to a whole new audience.
You know, I had a friend once who shared with me the fact that he secretly liked the cock. And I'm not talking about chickens and roosters, either. We haven't really spoken since I tipsy-texted him at IHOP after my first college party. I think my best friend offended him a bit. But he may have deserved it. He's kind of been screwing me over relationship wise for a long time.
You see, dear readers, even though I know you don't much care for my romantic exploits, I'm going to tell you about this boy anway. I have time and if you're still reading, so do you. Anyway, this boy and I, we go back all the way to my freshman year of high--
Ehh...bit longer than that, actually, but freshman year of "high school" is kind of a good starting point. Moving on. Our churches got together during the summer for Vacation Bible School (hereby abreviated as VBS) and so we'd see each other regularly during those periods. Finally in this, my freshman year of high school, we finally exchanged IM addresses.
We then started communicating quite frequently, for long periods of time. Several hours we would have conversations, almost every night, even into the actual school year. We told each other things we hadn't told anyone outside of the internet. Like how he likes the cock and how I like reading slash fanfiction. Admittedly, I gave mine away first, which is how he brought up the subject of his, but irrelevant.
So, he was potentially part-fay, but he still liked girls. And I couldn't understand why he hadn't asked me out yet. He was cute, I was almost there, he liked to talk to me, I liked to talk to him, it seemed like it would work.
Then he got a girlfriend. And he still chatted with me very frequently. Even to the point where we would, ah, "cyber" I believe is the term. And then he broke up with his girlfriend, and I thought for sure he would ask me out then. No, instead he got another girlfriend. Same deal as last time. And then he started dating my at-the-time-best friend. And it looked pretty serious. Realize, this is over a period of about two years or so. He starts dating this friend of mine at the end of the semester right before he went off to college.
And I was just waiting for it to end like the others had, because it was the same. damn. deal. as all the other times. We still chatted a lot, and we still would sext and cyber. Mostly with me playing the male lead as he played the female lead, but again, irrelevant.
And the relationship just kept going.
And going.
And going. They never broke up. I couldn't fathom it. How could this one have lasted where all the others failed? I was still the same, he was still the same. The only difference was the girl. And honestly, I think I know why she's different. She's a little...ah...controlling and manipulative and I really don't know how I stayed friends with her for so long. I figure he hasn't left because he doesn't know what she's really like since he's away at school out of state, even though they've been friends and have dated for a while.
When he left for college and they were still together, I figured it was the end of that, and I stopped initiating contact.
Soon after, he started texting and IMing again. And so it continued for a year or so more. And then, finally, I put my foot down one evening while with my best friend (who, in order to disperse confusion, I'm going to refer to as GL, okay?). I was with her and I think we were playing a video game, or she was, or we were watching something on the tv? I don't remember, but he (I'm going to name him something too, like DB or something :D Actually, no I lie, that's someone else. He can be...NT) was texting and it was going the same way it always does if we text consistently for longer than an hour. Down that road. And I wasn't going to do it. I felt bad for letting him do this to my once best friend, and I didn't like doing it if I wasn't going to ever see any payup for it. If he wasn't going to ever date me (and at this point, it's definitely not looking good for that) then I didn't want any part in this. So I said no. And he kind of left it at that, but he definitely wasn't happy about it.
So a few weeks later, I went to my first college party. It was a Grain party with the Tubas. Supposedly it gets crazy, but we (meaning myself and GL, stands for Good Lady as in the title of Lady such-in-such) left before it could get insane. So we went to IHOP for some food. I initiated contact for the first time in two years. I never text first, but that night I did. And I wasn't completely sober, either. And apparently GL had tried to send him a message on facebook and he'd ignored it because he says he didn't know who she was and why she was sending him a message. She claimed it was bull and stole my phone to text him more.
He got kind of upset and I tried to diffuse the situation when I got my phone back. But I was also kind of miffed at him because he was quite obviously lying to both of us, and he couldn't admit it.
I haven't heard from him since.
I guess maybe it was my fault for letting it happen. I was just so sure that something would come of it, that when I realized it never would, I was stuck in a habit of going along with it.
I suppose we'll never hear the rest of the story between Captain Me and the wench NT. But I think I'm okay with that, after all.
If you've stuck around this long, I give you a lot of credit. I know I'm tedious and I have a tendency to ramble. I know it's hard to understand where I'm going with a story, mostly because I don't know where I'm going when I start it.
But thanks for reading anyway. I really do appreciate it.
If you say "TL;DR," that's cool. Maybe one day I will have hilarious drawings to illustrate my stories and you will read them with a fervor you've never known before.
Or you'll just skip to the end and read the last bit. That's cool too.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader,
Me
I've got a little less than an hour before I have to be anywhere right now, so I'm just going to type until then. This is what I used to do when I would send email to myself. I think of it as a type of writing practice. I really wanted to get a soda, but I forgot before I got to a computer station. I don't really feel comfortable leaving my things out in the open, nor a computer free. They get taken quickly if you're not careful, you know. Also, so do your things.
I suppose I could tell you a witty story of my childhood, or a memory from recently, but honestly, my memory only goes back about as far as I've been posting, as far as accuracy goes, and I'm fairly certain you all won't care too much. I think the oldest story I have given you, and will give you, is my failed attempt at relationships in the year of my 17th birthday. Spring birthdays confuse the crap out of me, and I have one, so if you ever see me refer to myself as an age that doesn't match up to what I've told you previously, it's because I have a sucky memory and a spring birthday.
I'd gotten to the point last semester where I would start writing stories and outlines for stories because I'd run out of interesting things to tell myself. But now I'm talking to a whole new audience.
You know, I had a friend once who shared with me the fact that he secretly liked the cock. And I'm not talking about chickens and roosters, either. We haven't really spoken since I tipsy-texted him at IHOP after my first college party. I think my best friend offended him a bit. But he may have deserved it. He's kind of been screwing me over relationship wise for a long time.
You see, dear readers, even though I know you don't much care for my romantic exploits, I'm going to tell you about this boy anway. I have time and if you're still reading, so do you. Anyway, this boy and I, we go back all the way to my freshman year of high--
Ehh...bit longer than that, actually, but freshman year of "high school" is kind of a good starting point. Moving on. Our churches got together during the summer for Vacation Bible School (hereby abreviated as VBS) and so we'd see each other regularly during those periods. Finally in this, my freshman year of high school, we finally exchanged IM addresses.
We then started communicating quite frequently, for long periods of time. Several hours we would have conversations, almost every night, even into the actual school year. We told each other things we hadn't told anyone outside of the internet. Like how he likes the cock and how I like reading slash fanfiction. Admittedly, I gave mine away first, which is how he brought up the subject of his, but irrelevant.
So, he was potentially part-fay, but he still liked girls. And I couldn't understand why he hadn't asked me out yet. He was cute, I was almost there, he liked to talk to me, I liked to talk to him, it seemed like it would work.
Then he got a girlfriend. And he still chatted with me very frequently. Even to the point where we would, ah, "cyber" I believe is the term. And then he broke up with his girlfriend, and I thought for sure he would ask me out then. No, instead he got another girlfriend. Same deal as last time. And then he started dating my at-the-time-best friend. And it looked pretty serious. Realize, this is over a period of about two years or so. He starts dating this friend of mine at the end of the semester right before he went off to college.
And I was just waiting for it to end like the others had, because it was the same. damn. deal. as all the other times. We still chatted a lot, and we still would sext and cyber. Mostly with me playing the male lead as he played the female lead, but again, irrelevant.
And the relationship just kept going.
And going.
And going. They never broke up. I couldn't fathom it. How could this one have lasted where all the others failed? I was still the same, he was still the same. The only difference was the girl. And honestly, I think I know why she's different. She's a little...ah...controlling and manipulative and I really don't know how I stayed friends with her for so long. I figure he hasn't left because he doesn't know what she's really like since he's away at school out of state, even though they've been friends and have dated for a while.
When he left for college and they were still together, I figured it was the end of that, and I stopped initiating contact.
Soon after, he started texting and IMing again. And so it continued for a year or so more. And then, finally, I put my foot down one evening while with my best friend (who, in order to disperse confusion, I'm going to refer to as GL, okay?). I was with her and I think we were playing a video game, or she was, or we were watching something on the tv? I don't remember, but he (I'm going to name him something too, like DB or something :D Actually, no I lie, that's someone else. He can be...NT) was texting and it was going the same way it always does if we text consistently for longer than an hour. Down that road. And I wasn't going to do it. I felt bad for letting him do this to my once best friend, and I didn't like doing it if I wasn't going to ever see any payup for it. If he wasn't going to ever date me (and at this point, it's definitely not looking good for that) then I didn't want any part in this. So I said no. And he kind of left it at that, but he definitely wasn't happy about it.
So a few weeks later, I went to my first college party. It was a Grain party with the Tubas. Supposedly it gets crazy, but we (meaning myself and GL, stands for Good Lady as in the title of Lady such-in-such) left before it could get insane. So we went to IHOP for some food. I initiated contact for the first time in two years. I never text first, but that night I did. And I wasn't completely sober, either. And apparently GL had tried to send him a message on facebook and he'd ignored it because he says he didn't know who she was and why she was sending him a message. She claimed it was bull and stole my phone to text him more.
He got kind of upset and I tried to diffuse the situation when I got my phone back. But I was also kind of miffed at him because he was quite obviously lying to both of us, and he couldn't admit it.
I haven't heard from him since.
I guess maybe it was my fault for letting it happen. I was just so sure that something would come of it, that when I realized it never would, I was stuck in a habit of going along with it.
I suppose we'll never hear the rest of the story between Captain Me and the wench NT. But I think I'm okay with that, after all.
If you've stuck around this long, I give you a lot of credit. I know I'm tedious and I have a tendency to ramble. I know it's hard to understand where I'm going with a story, mostly because I don't know where I'm going when I start it.
But thanks for reading anyway. I really do appreciate it.
If you say "TL;DR," that's cool. Maybe one day I will have hilarious drawings to illustrate my stories and you will read them with a fervor you've never known before.
Or you'll just skip to the end and read the last bit. That's cool too.
Until Next Time, Dear Reader,
Me
My life has gone from normal to kind of crazy
I love my best friend. She's fantastic.
That being said, whenever I'm with her, something kind of crazy always happens. I'm not entirely sure why.
I bring this up because I was over at her place last night. We'd been hanging out in her room since the living room was being occupied by her roommate and the roommate's study-buddy. It was a normal evening otherwise.
All of the sudden, at around ten or ten-thirty, the roommate comes upstairs and says that there is a leak in the ceiling. Downstairs. They had heard it drip and gotten a bowl for it, but they didn't quite know what the source was.
We went downstairs to see what was going on. There was a buckled tile on the ceiling that looked like it was damn near ready to pop. I kept my distance, of course, because who knows what it would do.
The two people who actually live in the house checked out the bathroom to see what might be going on. Apparently there had been a little bit of a leak around the toilet for a really long time, and now it seemed the water had saturated the wood in the area, making it buckle and drip and sink a little bit as well. You could kind of see the indent around the toilet. Considering we (meaning my friend and I specifically) figured it wasn't a pool of water that was waiting to just spew out, I figured the toilet was just going to fall through the ceiling onto our heads. No one took my concerns seriously.
I understand, when you tell someone their toilet could fall through their ceiling, it's kind of outlandish and brings up many ideas of a toilet just coming through like there's nothing attached to it and landing on the floor like nothing happened. I realize that's not what was going to happen. I'm a bit smarter than some people give me credit for. But I did fear that with the wood being weak, and becoming more weakened by the fact that my friend's roommate wanted to poke a hole in the ceiling, that the floor would give way underneath the toilet and it would hang from the plumbing down into the tack room. It would have been messy and dusty and spew-y with water.
Luckily this didn't happen, but it does mean that they have no bathroom for the time being because they don't want to make the problem worse. So I've been updated this morning, as I was in the middle of writing this, that the ceiling where it was wet has been...ah...somehow removed. It doesn't appear that it did so of its own accord, so we're assuming their landlord did it at some point. However, it's still not a good thing because how was the water getting there in the first place? I'm no plumber, but I'm pretty sure water in your ceiling under your toilet means there's a leak and that you should fix it.
Just saying.
But on the plus side, the roommate is leaving in a week or so, and my friend is moving...ah...a little later than that, unfortunately, but hopefully there will be a place for her to stay around here so that she can continue working and such until she's able to move into our new place.
God, I hope nothing like this happens in our new place. That would just be really inconvenient.
That being said, whenever I'm with her, something kind of crazy always happens. I'm not entirely sure why.
I bring this up because I was over at her place last night. We'd been hanging out in her room since the living room was being occupied by her roommate and the roommate's study-buddy. It was a normal evening otherwise.
All of the sudden, at around ten or ten-thirty, the roommate comes upstairs and says that there is a leak in the ceiling. Downstairs. They had heard it drip and gotten a bowl for it, but they didn't quite know what the source was.
We went downstairs to see what was going on. There was a buckled tile on the ceiling that looked like it was damn near ready to pop. I kept my distance, of course, because who knows what it would do.
The two people who actually live in the house checked out the bathroom to see what might be going on. Apparently there had been a little bit of a leak around the toilet for a really long time, and now it seemed the water had saturated the wood in the area, making it buckle and drip and sink a little bit as well. You could kind of see the indent around the toilet. Considering we (meaning my friend and I specifically) figured it wasn't a pool of water that was waiting to just spew out, I figured the toilet was just going to fall through the ceiling onto our heads. No one took my concerns seriously.
I understand, when you tell someone their toilet could fall through their ceiling, it's kind of outlandish and brings up many ideas of a toilet just coming through like there's nothing attached to it and landing on the floor like nothing happened. I realize that's not what was going to happen. I'm a bit smarter than some people give me credit for. But I did fear that with the wood being weak, and becoming more weakened by the fact that my friend's roommate wanted to poke a hole in the ceiling, that the floor would give way underneath the toilet and it would hang from the plumbing down into the tack room. It would have been messy and dusty and spew-y with water.
Luckily this didn't happen, but it does mean that they have no bathroom for the time being because they don't want to make the problem worse. So I've been updated this morning, as I was in the middle of writing this, that the ceiling where it was wet has been...ah...somehow removed. It doesn't appear that it did so of its own accord, so we're assuming their landlord did it at some point. However, it's still not a good thing because how was the water getting there in the first place? I'm no plumber, but I'm pretty sure water in your ceiling under your toilet means there's a leak and that you should fix it.
Just saying.
But on the plus side, the roommate is leaving in a week or so, and my friend is moving...ah...a little later than that, unfortunately, but hopefully there will be a place for her to stay around here so that she can continue working and such until she's able to move into our new place.
God, I hope nothing like this happens in our new place. That would just be really inconvenient.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Yesterday and today
Well, despite my nerves, yesterday's interview went off without a hitch. The only problem I ran into was that we went a little later than I would have liked, but I managed to get out with enough time to change my clothes while driving, and get into the classroom with five minutes to spare. The only reason it was as nerve wracking as I made it out to be is that I had a test in that class.
Everything else went all hunky dory. I learned I'm not quite the beast at the stock market as I thought I was, hung out with my best friend, loved the fact that I now can have-a-car-of-my-very-own all day on Wednesdays, and learned that Wednesdays can be one of the better days of the week.
There was a time, however when Wednesdays were the bane of my existence. It all started about three years ago, at the end of May...
I'd been hanging out with the same group of people since the beginning of high school (well, when they were in high school anyway. I was homeschooled and in the same grades, but whatever, IRRELEVANT INFO), and so we'd gotten relatively close. Looking back now it was barely even "regular friends." It was far to close to acquaintances. BESIDE THE POINT!!
My sister and my at-the-time best friend were in the same dance recital, so everyone showed up. I went over during intermission to talk with a few of them and got a compliment on my necklace from a guy who I'm sure can see right down my shirt when looking at any necklace I wear when we're both standing.
A couple of days later, me and the self-same guy were "dating." It was unofficial at best, mostly we would hang out and watch movies together. Our first "real" date was us going to a drive in movie to see Land of the Lost, which we saw again on our second "real" date, which was a double date with another friend of mine and her at-the-time boyfriend.
(Hey, guess what? This is a mystery story! Find all the clues to tell you what part of this was a bad idea. HINT: ALL OF IT)
Sue me, I was sixteen, dumb and out of a two-week-long relationship that had begun at a weekend conference thing, was kicked off by a couple of marriage proposals over the phone, with a guy I could barely hear, let alone understand, and ended over text messaging. I'm sure everyone's made those kinds of mistakes, right?
Ah, yeah, didn't think so...sunova-
Anyway, getting back on topic:
Three of our pseudo dates in, we were kissing, and making out, and ewww. He made me pay attention to all the movies he chose, but if I chose a movie, all bets were off and he didn't pay any attention.
We broke up three weeks in. His choice. He was going back to his at the time ex-girlfriend. They lasted almost a year after that.
We broke up on a Wednesday. And ever since that relationship, all the way until I went to Louisiana last summer, Wednesdays were hell. I couldn't do anything fun on a Wednesday, or it would all go to shit.
It was very painful and annoying and frustrating.
But, like I said, after two years, it went away and I was able to function during Wednesdays, even come to enjoy them most times.
Yesterday, like I said, was amazing.
Today however, has not started off so well. My mother is upset for some reason, and, as the saying goes, if Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
For now, I must fill our recycled water bottles to put in the fridge when we wish to have them. Until Next Time, Dear Reader.
Me
Everything else went all hunky dory. I learned I'm not quite the beast at the stock market as I thought I was, hung out with my best friend, loved the fact that I now can have-a-car-of-my-very-own all day on Wednesdays, and learned that Wednesdays can be one of the better days of the week.
There was a time, however when Wednesdays were the bane of my existence. It all started about three years ago, at the end of May...
I'd been hanging out with the same group of people since the beginning of high school (well, when they were in high school anyway. I was homeschooled and in the same grades, but whatever, IRRELEVANT INFO), and so we'd gotten relatively close. Looking back now it was barely even "regular friends." It was far to close to acquaintances. BESIDE THE POINT!!
My sister and my at-the-time best friend were in the same dance recital, so everyone showed up. I went over during intermission to talk with a few of them and got a compliment on my necklace from a guy who I'm sure can see right down my shirt when looking at any necklace I wear when we're both standing.
A couple of days later, me and the self-same guy were "dating." It was unofficial at best, mostly we would hang out and watch movies together. Our first "real" date was us going to a drive in movie to see Land of the Lost, which we saw again on our second "real" date, which was a double date with another friend of mine and her at-the-time boyfriend.
(Hey, guess what? This is a mystery story! Find all the clues to tell you what part of this was a bad idea. HINT: ALL OF IT)
Sue me, I was sixteen, dumb and out of a two-week-long relationship that had begun at a weekend conference thing, was kicked off by a couple of marriage proposals over the phone, with a guy I could barely hear, let alone understand, and ended over text messaging. I'm sure everyone's made those kinds of mistakes, right?
Ah, yeah, didn't think so...sunova-
Anyway, getting back on topic:
Three of our pseudo dates in, we were kissing, and making out, and ewww. He made me pay attention to all the movies he chose, but if I chose a movie, all bets were off and he didn't pay any attention.
We broke up three weeks in. His choice. He was going back to his at the time ex-girlfriend. They lasted almost a year after that.
We broke up on a Wednesday. And ever since that relationship, all the way until I went to Louisiana last summer, Wednesdays were hell. I couldn't do anything fun on a Wednesday, or it would all go to shit.
It was very painful and annoying and frustrating.
But, like I said, after two years, it went away and I was able to function during Wednesdays, even come to enjoy them most times.
Yesterday, like I said, was amazing.
Today however, has not started off so well. My mother is upset for some reason, and, as the saying goes, if Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
For now, I must fill our recycled water bottles to put in the fridge when we wish to have them. Until Next Time, Dear Reader.
Me
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