Weird stuff happens in and around my office at OG. I mean, this was kinda weird... and Ms. Artsy who sits next to me told me about her run-ins at the Subway and AT&T around the corner... I just try to observe as much as I can for the sheer entertainment factor.
Thursday, I had to stay at the office longer than usual, which included the time where by body usually decides it's hungry. I left the office, went to subway, and proceeded to order a lovely little sandwich. While they put it in the little microwave to melt the cheese, I glanced around the place.
As I turned about 90 degrees toward the window, I noticed this lady sitting there by herself after eating her lunch. She pulls out a pocket mirror...
... and starts plucking her chin hairs.
W. T. F?!
IN public... AT the table where she just ate... ABSOLUTELY not ok.
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Saturday, May 1, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Music in the key of drunk...
Have you ever noticed that some songs just sound better when you’re drunk. For instance, you’re driving down the highway and a song has been played at least 4 times in your 20 minute jaunt to wherever you’re going – so you change it, and rarely listen to it.
But not when you’re drunk. That shit comes over the speakers, you get really happy, start to dance, sing all the lyrics… you know, the works.
Not something you do? Ok, well maybe it’s just me. ;)
I have a blackberry… love it. (minus the inability to have apps like shazaam) I keep a list in the “notes” section of things like books I see that I’d like to read, songs I need to download, blog topics, etc.
After this weekend, I found a few songs in there that I just didn’t know what the hell drunk me was trying to tell sober me. For instance:
Bep.
I can understand that means Black Eyed Peas…. But what song did I hear that was noteworthy enough to download? No clue.
My favorite…?
Midnight.
Haha! Wtf does that even mean?! Is it a lyric? A song title? Who the hell knows…
But not when you’re drunk. That shit comes over the speakers, you get really happy, start to dance, sing all the lyrics… you know, the works.
Not something you do? Ok, well maybe it’s just me. ;)
I have a blackberry… love it. (minus the inability to have apps like shazaam) I keep a list in the “notes” section of things like books I see that I’d like to read, songs I need to download, blog topics, etc.
After this weekend, I found a few songs in there that I just didn’t know what the hell drunk me was trying to tell sober me. For instance:
Bep.
I can understand that means Black Eyed Peas…. But what song did I hear that was noteworthy enough to download? No clue.
My favorite…?
Midnight.
Haha! Wtf does that even mean?! Is it a lyric? A song title? Who the hell knows…
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Rii-ii-iide Out
It's getting to the point where I keep a list of "blog topics" in my blackberry, because I can never get to it in a timely manner to remember what it is I was passionate about in the first place! For you, the reader, this would make things much more interesting if I were to update as these things happen - all emotion included. Clearly, I haven't organized my priorities in such a way to make it happen.
So, today, you get a random update about what goes on at my building. Entertaining, yes. Will I be able to cleverly portray what I've seen so it's just as funny to you as it was to me? Not yet sure.
It just so happens that my particular office overlooks the highway. A major highway through the city - even a junction of two major highways. We must have the best seats in the house because the strangest things seem to happen on that stretch of highway.
For example, I'll be sitting at my desk... hastily working.... when out of the corner of my eye, something will catch my attention. Unable to stay focused (rubbernecking at its finest) all three of us girls that sit along those windows will erupt into laughter about whatever the entertainment seems to be for the day.
Once, there was a man riding a "bicycle" coming off the exit. I use the term loosely, because he looked like Santa Claus with a sleigh of random shit in the back of his "bicycle". Poor guy.
Today, there was a car that ran into a mattress. While this was extremely hilarious from our point of view, I could imagine that it was not, in fact, exciting being IN that car. The funny part was the police officer trying to physically PULL the mattress out from being intertwined in the wheel well and engine of this small car.
No amount of police or man force, big guy, will allow you to remove a queen(or larger) size bed out from the tangles of a wheel well or hot engine. But watching you try - priceless.
So, today, you get a random update about what goes on at my building. Entertaining, yes. Will I be able to cleverly portray what I've seen so it's just as funny to you as it was to me? Not yet sure.
It just so happens that my particular office overlooks the highway. A major highway through the city - even a junction of two major highways. We must have the best seats in the house because the strangest things seem to happen on that stretch of highway.
For example, I'll be sitting at my desk... hastily working.... when out of the corner of my eye, something will catch my attention. Unable to stay focused (rubbernecking at its finest) all three of us girls that sit along those windows will erupt into laughter about whatever the entertainment seems to be for the day.
Once, there was a man riding a "bicycle" coming off the exit. I use the term loosely, because he looked like Santa Claus with a sleigh of random shit in the back of his "bicycle". Poor guy.
Today, there was a car that ran into a mattress. While this was extremely hilarious from our point of view, I could imagine that it was not, in fact, exciting being IN that car. The funny part was the police officer trying to physically PULL the mattress out from being intertwined in the wheel well and engine of this small car.
No amount of police or man force, big guy, will allow you to remove a queen(or larger) size bed out from the tangles of a wheel well or hot engine. But watching you try - priceless.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
It's new laptop day!!!
Yep. It sure is!! In fact, yesterday should have been new laptop day but the crazies at FedEx decided they'd better bypass my door altogether and just leave it at the office. Had I not tracked this little sucker down last night, I wouldn't have even known it was sitting there waiting for me to bring it to life.
I mean, I DO live up 3 flights of stairs, but you sign up for that when you become a Fed Ex guy, in my opinion.
Either way, I'm SUPER excited about this laptop. I'm able to get work done SO much faster with such a large screen and fast computer. I'm able to go to the coffee shop around the corner (which I absolutely ADORE) and chill with the music and hot tea. MMMmmm.
I have so many funny stories that I always want to blog about but never seem to have the time.
This morning, I was talking with a coworker. She was facing me (away from the window) and I was facing her (looking out the window). Since our office building is overlooking the highway on one side, I was able to see a man on a bicycle out of the window. He looked like santa claus and his bike was loaded with junk. It was sad, because he was riding near the highway and that's super dangerous. But it was also pretty funny, because he looked super determined to make it. Poor guy!
This weekend will probably be uneventful. My best friend out here broke up with his girlfriend the other day. The one he moved here for. So he's moving back. And I'm super sad about it. I loved hanging out with him! Hell, with THEM! They're so much fun. Well, they were. Anyway, very sad moment.
But alas, it's new laptop day - so I'm happy about that! And really tired. So, umm, goodnight!
I mean, I DO live up 3 flights of stairs, but you sign up for that when you become a Fed Ex guy, in my opinion.
Either way, I'm SUPER excited about this laptop. I'm able to get work done SO much faster with such a large screen and fast computer. I'm able to go to the coffee shop around the corner (which I absolutely ADORE) and chill with the music and hot tea. MMMmmm.
I have so many funny stories that I always want to blog about but never seem to have the time.
This morning, I was talking with a coworker. She was facing me (away from the window) and I was facing her (looking out the window). Since our office building is overlooking the highway on one side, I was able to see a man on a bicycle out of the window. He looked like santa claus and his bike was loaded with junk. It was sad, because he was riding near the highway and that's super dangerous. But it was also pretty funny, because he looked super determined to make it. Poor guy!
This weekend will probably be uneventful. My best friend out here broke up with his girlfriend the other day. The one he moved here for. So he's moving back. And I'm super sad about it. I loved hanging out with him! Hell, with THEM! They're so much fun. Well, they were. Anyway, very sad moment.
But alas, it's new laptop day - so I'm happy about that! And really tired. So, umm, goodnight!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
10 [Random] Things...
Oh what a day.
1. Last night, I lay awake until the weeeee hours of the morning. 4am in particular. I have SO many thoughts swirling in my head... to do's, to call's, more to do's, what-if's, you know, the usual. So my sleep pattern has been ridiculously flip-flopped and I can't seem to get a handle on it. For instance, I slept until 1 pm this afternoon. Yep. 1 pm. Fuck.
2. Once I got up, I got my things together and headed to the dealership. My car has been making this lovely screeching noise when it starts and it doesn't sound that great. Did I mention that my car hates Texas? Cause it does.
My Honda only has 60K on it, so these things shouldn't be happening, but thank God for the mysterious 100K PLATINUM extended warranty that happened to fall in my lap. Who knew you could get such a steal of a car without knowing it. I now have a rental car (paid by the warranty) and my car will be fixed without me shelling out a dime. This, my friends, is a blessing.
3. I barely made it to the drug test place today. It's Tuesday - and if I want to start this jobbie-job on Monday, I need that test to come back THIS WEEK. Normally, a 48 hour return time, but since it was so late in the day, it's gonna be 72 for me. Hopefully everything is done and I can start on Monday. Cross your fingers.
4. My lady friend who is supposed to be in town every single month has been quite a bitch lately. She didn't show up in November, stayed for two weeks in December, and just showed up for January. I don't know what she's doing, but I'm not happy about it. Bitch.
5. I started the "Fat Smash Diet" yesterday. It's actually NOT one of those "fad" diets where you starve yourself of essential nutrients - it's almost like being a vegan for a week, working out, and then slowly adding small portions of food back into your diet. It sucks. And I cheated today and had a tortilla. And I haven't made it to the gym yet. But, I really want to do it - just to say that I did.
6. My list of to-do's just keeps getting longer and longer and longer. And my will to take care of these things just keeps getting shorter and shorter and shorter. :)
7. I read Little Bitty Lies last week and I'm reading Savannah Breeze this week. Both really good books that I would recommend.
8. I'm working on some stuff for pre-research to my start at the new company. I'm going to have to find some clever name to call it on the blog, of course, for anonymity. First order of business.... a new website. ASAP, as he says.
9. I called the last pub I applied to today and asked where he was at in the process... he said to come in on Friday at 3 to interview. Hopefully I'll get that job and we'll be good to go. :) I'm ready to start making some money!!
10. Oh, I most certainly saved the best for last. This weekend, I went to see some friends at a random bar in the city. As I was there (a real eclectic place, might I add) there were two girls and a guy. The two girls were wearing exactly the same sleazy dress. Barely covered their ta-ta's and only halfway covered their undies, if there were any undies. One was sans shoes and the other had on hooker heels. As I watched them walk around, mostly looking a bit schwasted-face, I carried on the conversation with my friends.
All of a sudden I saw the one sans shoes come back by with a strip of toilet paper hanging from her rear.
Yes ma'am. Hanging from her buttocks.
The toilet paper was at least half a foot long, maybe longer. Perhaps her bitch had come to town this particular night as well and she was unprepared? Or maybe she was wiping and her thighs just stuck together (they were quite large) and held on to the paper? Or she could have just been trying to get the same attention she was getting wearing that dress? Who knows... but EVERYONE in the place was staring.
Normally, if said paper were stuck to the bottom of some girl's shoe (no matter how sleazy the shoe/outfit) I would make an effort to be a good person and help her out with the situation. But how awkward would THAT conversation be!?
Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out how to take a picture on the sly. So it'll have to just stay in my memory.
I'm bad, aren't I? Haha. It was hilarious though, you've gotta give me that!
1. Last night, I lay awake until the weeeee hours of the morning. 4am in particular. I have SO many thoughts swirling in my head... to do's, to call's, more to do's, what-if's, you know, the usual. So my sleep pattern has been ridiculously flip-flopped and I can't seem to get a handle on it. For instance, I slept until 1 pm this afternoon. Yep. 1 pm. Fuck.
2. Once I got up, I got my things together and headed to the dealership. My car has been making this lovely screeching noise when it starts and it doesn't sound that great. Did I mention that my car hates Texas? Cause it does.
My Honda only has 60K on it, so these things shouldn't be happening, but thank God for the mysterious 100K PLATINUM extended warranty that happened to fall in my lap. Who knew you could get such a steal of a car without knowing it. I now have a rental car (paid by the warranty) and my car will be fixed without me shelling out a dime. This, my friends, is a blessing.
3. I barely made it to the drug test place today. It's Tuesday - and if I want to start this jobbie-job on Monday, I need that test to come back THIS WEEK. Normally, a 48 hour return time, but since it was so late in the day, it's gonna be 72 for me. Hopefully everything is done and I can start on Monday. Cross your fingers.
4. My lady friend who is supposed to be in town every single month has been quite a bitch lately. She didn't show up in November, stayed for two weeks in December, and just showed up for January. I don't know what she's doing, but I'm not happy about it. Bitch.
5. I started the "Fat Smash Diet" yesterday. It's actually NOT one of those "fad" diets where you starve yourself of essential nutrients - it's almost like being a vegan for a week, working out, and then slowly adding small portions of food back into your diet. It sucks. And I cheated today and had a tortilla. And I haven't made it to the gym yet. But, I really want to do it - just to say that I did.
6. My list of to-do's just keeps getting longer and longer and longer. And my will to take care of these things just keeps getting shorter and shorter and shorter. :)
7. I read Little Bitty Lies last week and I'm reading Savannah Breeze this week. Both really good books that I would recommend.
8. I'm working on some stuff for pre-research to my start at the new company. I'm going to have to find some clever name to call it on the blog, of course, for anonymity. First order of business.... a new website. ASAP, as he says.
9. I called the last pub I applied to today and asked where he was at in the process... he said to come in on Friday at 3 to interview. Hopefully I'll get that job and we'll be good to go. :) I'm ready to start making some money!!
10. Oh, I most certainly saved the best for last. This weekend, I went to see some friends at a random bar in the city. As I was there (a real eclectic place, might I add) there were two girls and a guy. The two girls were wearing exactly the same sleazy dress. Barely covered their ta-ta's and only halfway covered their undies, if there were any undies. One was sans shoes and the other had on hooker heels. As I watched them walk around, mostly looking a bit schwasted-face, I carried on the conversation with my friends.
All of a sudden I saw the one sans shoes come back by with a strip of toilet paper hanging from her rear.
Yes ma'am. Hanging from her buttocks.
The toilet paper was at least half a foot long, maybe longer. Perhaps her bitch had come to town this particular night as well and she was unprepared? Or maybe she was wiping and her thighs just stuck together (they were quite large) and held on to the paper? Or she could have just been trying to get the same attention she was getting wearing that dress? Who knows... but EVERYONE in the place was staring.
Normally, if said paper were stuck to the bottom of some girl's shoe (no matter how sleazy the shoe/outfit) I would make an effort to be a good person and help her out with the situation. But how awkward would THAT conversation be!?
Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out how to take a picture on the sly. So it'll have to just stay in my memory.
I'm bad, aren't I? Haha. It was hilarious though, you've gotta give me that!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Bizarre train ride...
In my city, we have a form of public transit that moves homeless people rapidly through the city. Working people use it if it's convenient... I use it to get back and forth to school. Usually, when I ride the train, I just keep to myself - don't talk to anyone - just sit there and listen to my ipod or check up on things on my blackberry. It's a short, 20 minute (max) ride.
This evening, while riding the train home from school, staring off in to space, I start to hear something like a pouring sound coming from behind me. I glance over my shoulder and there's a homeless man sitting there. Penis out. Pissing all over the seat and wall.
Seriously?
I jumped up and ran toward the front of the train car and at the next stop got on the car ahead of the one I was on. I seriously could not believe he whipped it out in front of everyone and just started pissing all over himself like it was a good idea.
Yeesh. I wonder what happened in his brain to make him think that it was alright to do that. Was it like Britney and her head-shaving incident. One day, she went into the hair dresser thinking she's just going to do a few highlights here and there. She sits down and starts telling the lady what she wants and something just snaps... "you know what, just shave it all off."
Could he have been thinking that he needed to go to the bathroom or go get something to eat - then he just snaps and says "What the hell, I'll just whip it out right here and take care of it. Who gives a fuck if it's all over me, too"
Bizarre, bizarre world we live in.
This evening, while riding the train home from school, staring off in to space, I start to hear something like a pouring sound coming from behind me. I glance over my shoulder and there's a homeless man sitting there. Penis out. Pissing all over the seat and wall.
Seriously?
I jumped up and ran toward the front of the train car and at the next stop got on the car ahead of the one I was on. I seriously could not believe he whipped it out in front of everyone and just started pissing all over himself like it was a good idea.
Yeesh. I wonder what happened in his brain to make him think that it was alright to do that. Was it like Britney and her head-shaving incident. One day, she went into the hair dresser thinking she's just going to do a few highlights here and there. She sits down and starts telling the lady what she wants and something just snaps... "you know what, just shave it all off."
Could he have been thinking that he needed to go to the bathroom or go get something to eat - then he just snaps and says "What the hell, I'll just whip it out right here and take care of it. Who gives a fuck if it's all over me, too"
Bizarre, bizarre world we live in.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Today... (pronounced Tuh-day)
Oh yes, yes, yes... where do I begin? Let's see... I've been "getting sick" since mid week last week... and it's turned into a full-blown cold, just as I feared. I can't breathe, my eyes are puffy, my nose runny... and I'm miserable. Hah. Lovely.
Anywho... Let me talk to you about my day today and then I can take you back through the weekend last weekend. You shall thoroughly enjoy it, I'm sure.
This morning, I was supposed to get up early so I could finish my project before meeting my group at around 10:30 at school. I woke up to my alarm every five minutes but continuously shut it off. Eh, C'est la vie. That just meant I wasn't going to be able to put as much effort into it as I would have otherwise.
I got up, got dressed, and headed out the door in time to catch the 9:45 train (perfect timing, might I add). As I hopped out of my car... I noticed... that I didn't have my purse with me. Never fear, I had a $20 in the console for some odd reason - and it literally saved my day.
I cringed as I put the 20 in the machine... for my $4 round-trip ticket... only to find that it spat out $16 in CHANGE. Yes, that's right... $1 coins and other CHANGE to make up SIXTEEN dollars. Yeesh.
While on the train, I get a phone call from my mother. She tells me that my grandmother (who is only in her late 60's, MAYBE 70) had a mini-stroke last Monday... and they didn't TELL anyone!! They think they're saving us all from worrying, but they're really worrying us more. The only reason we found out is because my step-dad went up there on Saturday and they were talking about it! (she's alright, by the way)THEN, she tells me that their dog died (HUGE thing for them... cause their dogs are their 'children' really) on Thursday. They didn't call anyone and tell them that either. What am I gonna do with them!?
I get to school and trot to the library... to where I am denied access because I don't have my School ID or regular ID on me. Well, whoop-dee-doo... I went to the other entrance and finagled my way in through that security guard (MUCH nicer than the previous, I might add). I was finally able to do my project, but without my school ID, couldn't print it! Haha! The irony!
I took a test, dealt with my annoying group member... and here I am. I wanna go home and go to sleep :) That's all. Cuddle up with Michael, a good movie, and some soup... and just go to sleep.
Anywho... Let me talk to you about my day today and then I can take you back through the weekend last weekend. You shall thoroughly enjoy it, I'm sure.
This morning, I was supposed to get up early so I could finish my project before meeting my group at around 10:30 at school. I woke up to my alarm every five minutes but continuously shut it off. Eh, C'est la vie. That just meant I wasn't going to be able to put as much effort into it as I would have otherwise.
I got up, got dressed, and headed out the door in time to catch the 9:45 train (perfect timing, might I add). As I hopped out of my car... I noticed... that I didn't have my purse with me. Never fear, I had a $20 in the console for some odd reason - and it literally saved my day.
I cringed as I put the 20 in the machine... for my $4 round-trip ticket... only to find that it spat out $16 in CHANGE. Yes, that's right... $1 coins and other CHANGE to make up SIXTEEN dollars. Yeesh.
While on the train, I get a phone call from my mother. She tells me that my grandmother (who is only in her late 60's, MAYBE 70) had a mini-stroke last Monday... and they didn't TELL anyone!! They think they're saving us all from worrying, but they're really worrying us more. The only reason we found out is because my step-dad went up there on Saturday and they were talking about it! (she's alright, by the way)THEN, she tells me that their dog died (HUGE thing for them... cause their dogs are their 'children' really) on Thursday. They didn't call anyone and tell them that either. What am I gonna do with them!?
I get to school and trot to the library... to where I am denied access because I don't have my School ID or regular ID on me. Well, whoop-dee-doo... I went to the other entrance and finagled my way in through that security guard (MUCH nicer than the previous, I might add). I was finally able to do my project, but without my school ID, couldn't print it! Haha! The irony!
I took a test, dealt with my annoying group member... and here I am. I wanna go home and go to sleep :) That's all. Cuddle up with Michael, a good movie, and some soup... and just go to sleep.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
10 [minus 2] Things that are random...
*whew* I was heated yesterday when I wrote that placeholder.
1. This guy is in my group in my marketing research class. He, for the first half of the semester didn't do anything. Didn't respond to any email, didn't stay after class to discuss our group project, didn't participate whatsoever. So I talked to my teacher about it since we have the option of 'firing' a group member - then they're forced to do the project solo. Anyway... after the teacher talked to him, he did a complete 180. Now, he's TAKING OVER the whole project. Which, would be fine, if he wasn't so demanding and controlling.
He took a look at what we've done so far and basically told me that we were going in the wrong direction and needed to start over. HAH! If he wanted his input considered, he should have responded to the first 20 emails about it. But he didn't. So he has no say.
Yesterday, he stood out in the hall and argued with me about the project. I just kept telling him that he needed to discuss with the group... not just me. He's fucking psycho. That's all I have to say about that!!
2. Last night, Michael and I attended THE most depressing concert I think I've ever been to. The line-up was great... Augustana, Maroon 5, and Counting Crows. EXCEPT, they played their up-beat songs slower and sang differently. It was awful. We only saw 3/4 of Counting Crows and 1/2 of Maroon 5 before we called it a night. It was a bit chilly out, we were both tired, and it wasn't worth being there. We're not depressing people!! Good thing I only paid 10 bucks for the tickets!
3. In other news, I found a long lost friend from camp. I've been in touch with the 3 other girls I used to hang with at camp, but we could never find this one. And I finally found her the other night!! :) She's got a kid, just got married, and has another kid on the way. So happy for her!
4. You'll be happy to know that my miserable-ness ended at close of business on Tuesday. I came in this morning and they said they've got a project for me... woohoo! Something to do!! :) Hooray! Although, I still don't have a permanent desk... and they bitched about me moving the monitor. Hrmph. I tried hard to put it back the way I found it.
5. I made an 82 on my Finance quiz last night. I TOTALLY screwed up number 1 and number 5. There were only 6 questions :) But, that's still pretty good! I have another test on Monday, a paper draft due (well, overdue, technically - but it's not being graded yet), group project stuff due all over the place... my night and weekend will be spent studying. Aren't you happy for me?! Hah. Yahright!
6. I've been doing great losing a little bit of weight. Scales don't matter, by the way. I put on a pair of pants that were usually tight - and now they're a bit loose. SO excited about that!
7. My little sister is in the parade tomorrow and I cannot wait to go do her hair and all that cute stuff. My mom bought her a NEW dress (not the one she wore in the pagent cause the color of the sash clashes with the dress, she says). I think she just wanted to get her a new dress, I don't think she really needed one. Lucky girl!
8. I've had BAD anxiety this week. I mean REALLY bad. Yesterday was awful, Tuesday was even worse - but it's all up and down. *sigh* Today is MUCH better :)
1. This guy is in my group in my marketing research class. He, for the first half of the semester didn't do anything. Didn't respond to any email, didn't stay after class to discuss our group project, didn't participate whatsoever. So I talked to my teacher about it since we have the option of 'firing' a group member - then they're forced to do the project solo. Anyway... after the teacher talked to him, he did a complete 180. Now, he's TAKING OVER the whole project. Which, would be fine, if he wasn't so demanding and controlling.
He took a look at what we've done so far and basically told me that we were going in the wrong direction and needed to start over. HAH! If he wanted his input considered, he should have responded to the first 20 emails about it. But he didn't. So he has no say.
Yesterday, he stood out in the hall and argued with me about the project. I just kept telling him that he needed to discuss with the group... not just me. He's fucking psycho. That's all I have to say about that!!
2. Last night, Michael and I attended THE most depressing concert I think I've ever been to. The line-up was great... Augustana, Maroon 5, and Counting Crows. EXCEPT, they played their up-beat songs slower and sang differently. It was awful. We only saw 3/4 of Counting Crows and 1/2 of Maroon 5 before we called it a night. It was a bit chilly out, we were both tired, and it wasn't worth being there. We're not depressing people!! Good thing I only paid 10 bucks for the tickets!
3. In other news, I found a long lost friend from camp. I've been in touch with the 3 other girls I used to hang with at camp, but we could never find this one. And I finally found her the other night!! :) She's got a kid, just got married, and has another kid on the way. So happy for her!
4. You'll be happy to know that my miserable-ness ended at close of business on Tuesday. I came in this morning and they said they've got a project for me... woohoo! Something to do!! :) Hooray! Although, I still don't have a permanent desk... and they bitched about me moving the monitor. Hrmph. I tried hard to put it back the way I found it.
5. I made an 82 on my Finance quiz last night. I TOTALLY screwed up number 1 and number 5. There were only 6 questions :) But, that's still pretty good! I have another test on Monday, a paper draft due (well, overdue, technically - but it's not being graded yet), group project stuff due all over the place... my night and weekend will be spent studying. Aren't you happy for me?! Hah. Yahright!
6. I've been doing great losing a little bit of weight. Scales don't matter, by the way. I put on a pair of pants that were usually tight - and now they're a bit loose. SO excited about that!
7. My little sister is in the parade tomorrow and I cannot wait to go do her hair and all that cute stuff. My mom bought her a NEW dress (not the one she wore in the pagent cause the color of the sash clashes with the dress, she says). I think she just wanted to get her a new dress, I don't think she really needed one. Lucky girl!
8. I've had BAD anxiety this week. I mean REALLY bad. Yesterday was awful, Tuesday was even worse - but it's all up and down. *sigh* Today is MUCH better :)
Monday, September 29, 2008
**warning - those with sensitive stomachs should not read**
First - I just took the most ridiculously easy test in my life. If I don't make at least a 95, I'm an idiot :)
Second - I MUST tell you what I witnessed today. I almost vomited on myself. Literally.
On my 8-block walk between classes, you have to pass through a particular park where homeless people gather to spend their days. Not the best college environment, by any means, but it works for what I'm trying to get accomplished. Anyway, as I'm trekking past the park and on to the street where there's any kind of food you could imagine... I see a homeless lady digging through the trash. She's found a few items and collected them in one hand, while she continues to dig with the other hand.
I shit you not, she straight picks up a styrofoam cup (lid and straw attached and all) and DRINKS from it. Doesn't open the lid to see what's in it first, doesn't shake it to see if what's in it is liquid... straight puts the straw to her lips and sucks it up.
I literally almost lost my cookies. The thought of what could have been in that cup disgusts me. It could have been anything from spoiled milk to someone's tobacco spit-cup to other unimaginable things. I just don't even know.
Thought I would share that incredibly gross moment with you :)
Second - I MUST tell you what I witnessed today. I almost vomited on myself. Literally.
On my 8-block walk between classes, you have to pass through a particular park where homeless people gather to spend their days. Not the best college environment, by any means, but it works for what I'm trying to get accomplished. Anyway, as I'm trekking past the park and on to the street where there's any kind of food you could imagine... I see a homeless lady digging through the trash. She's found a few items and collected them in one hand, while she continues to dig with the other hand.
I shit you not, she straight picks up a styrofoam cup (lid and straw attached and all) and DRINKS from it. Doesn't open the lid to see what's in it first, doesn't shake it to see if what's in it is liquid... straight puts the straw to her lips and sucks it up.
I literally almost lost my cookies. The thought of what could have been in that cup disgusts me. It could have been anything from spoiled milk to someone's tobacco spit-cup to other unimaginable things. I just don't even know.
Thought I would share that incredibly gross moment with you :)
Friday, September 19, 2008
Bitchy Behavior: UPDATE!
So... you guys just read about THIS, and how bitchy that behavior was...
Well, I received a phone call from Leslie yesterday afternoon. The conversation transpired as follows:
Me: Hello?
Her: HEEEYYYY GIRL!! (she sounded REALLY excited to talk to me) I just wanted to call and apologize for the other night. I mean, I didn't have my phone on me so I couldn't call you back. And ended up going bowling instead. So...
Me: Hrm. Ok. So you couldn't have called me?
Her: I didn't even have my phone. I had to use so and so's phone (a guy who happens to be good friends with Michael)to call my husband.
Me: Well, that was really disrespectful and you make it really difficult for me to want to hang out with you. If you have plans with someone, just have enough respect for them to at least call them when you're not going to show up so they don't worry about you.
Her: Please don't be mad!
Me: Hah. I'm certainly not mad - I just think it's fucked up. You're the one who wants new people to hang out with and all that, and I put my friends out there for you, and you don't even have enough respect to show up or call? Do you think my friends are going to want to hang out with you ever after that?
Her: well, I didn't have my phone.
Me: Well, so and so (guy who is friends with Michael) had his phone... and he has Michael's number in there. You could have called Michael to get my number to let me know. That's what I would have done.
Her: I really want to hang out, though.
Me: Hah. Right. People that really want to hang out actually show up - or at least call, hon.
And it went on like that for a few minutes. It included me telling her that I wasn't mad at her - I'm a very blunt person and I'm just going to tell her like it is. If she makes plans and then doesn't call/show - then she needs to know that I'm not going to make plans with her anymore. It took her until THURSDAY to make that phone call. Our plans were on SATURDAY. Yep. Bitchy Behavior for sure!
Anyway, it was nice to be able to tell her what I thought and how I felt. :)
Well, I received a phone call from Leslie yesterday afternoon. The conversation transpired as follows:
Me: Hello?
Her: HEEEYYYY GIRL!! (she sounded REALLY excited to talk to me) I just wanted to call and apologize for the other night. I mean, I didn't have my phone on me so I couldn't call you back. And ended up going bowling instead. So...
Me: Hrm. Ok. So you couldn't have called me?
Her: I didn't even have my phone. I had to use so and so's phone (a guy who happens to be good friends with Michael)to call my husband.
Me: Well, that was really disrespectful and you make it really difficult for me to want to hang out with you. If you have plans with someone, just have enough respect for them to at least call them when you're not going to show up so they don't worry about you.
Her: Please don't be mad!
Me: Hah. I'm certainly not mad - I just think it's fucked up. You're the one who wants new people to hang out with and all that, and I put my friends out there for you, and you don't even have enough respect to show up or call? Do you think my friends are going to want to hang out with you ever after that?
Her: well, I didn't have my phone.
Me: Well, so and so (guy who is friends with Michael) had his phone... and he has Michael's number in there. You could have called Michael to get my number to let me know. That's what I would have done.
Her: I really want to hang out, though.
Me: Hah. Right. People that really want to hang out actually show up - or at least call, hon.
And it went on like that for a few minutes. It included me telling her that I wasn't mad at her - I'm a very blunt person and I'm just going to tell her like it is. If she makes plans and then doesn't call/show - then she needs to know that I'm not going to make plans with her anymore. It took her until THURSDAY to make that phone call. Our plans were on SATURDAY. Yep. Bitchy Behavior for sure!
Anyway, it was nice to be able to tell her what I thought and how I felt. :)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Bitchy Behavior - Again.
I have found, these days, that I have so many things to write about that are incredibly random. My posts haven't been about one topic in particular, they've been about 10 (hence the many "10 Things" recently). I think it's good, but it also means that situations haven't evolved for me, they've just happened. (an EXTREMELY good thing)...
That time has come and gone, and now I have a story for you. One that my close friend(s) are pissed about along with me... and since you guys already know part of the story... here is some more. Enjoy!
For some well-rounded background, you should read this. And this. :)
Since the concert of bitchy behavior, Girl number 1 has changed a bit. Let's call her Leslie. Leslie is married to one of Michael's good friends. The good friend that I knew before I even knew Michael - and he's actually the one that introduced me to Michael. Leslie's husband is a great guy, drama-free, really smart, trying to get into the 'rap' industry with some great talent. And he's an all around fun guy, easy to be around. Leslie, on the other hand, wasn't. So it's made my friendship with her quite rough.
It doesn't help that she was hanging out with Girl Number 2, 3, and 4... BEST friends with these people - all very negative, immature, and ridiculous.
Anyway, after the concert, Leslie had an epiphany of sorts. She stopped talking to 2,3, and 4 because her husband enlightened her (again) as to how they were ruining their marriage, etc. It wasn't hard to see as an outsider, but as an insider, it was probably quite difficult. Either way, she stopped hanging out and talking to these girls, started focusing on herself and her marriage, and saw that I was a good person to be around, that everything in my life was positive, so she wanted to befriend me in a way she hadn't before.
Now, I was over it with this girl. As you know from previous posts, I've tried and tried to be friends with this girl but she wasn't having it. Canceling on me at the last minute - or not even responding to phone calls or text messages. I had already made up my mind that the concert was the last time I'd make an effort to have a good time with her. Ridiculous drama. But then she changed, and I saw that change... we had long conversations about the changes in her life and I could tell there was something different about her.
So, last Saturday night (two Saturdays ago), Michael and I went to her house and watched the UFC fight with her and her husband - along with lots of other friends. We got wasted and had a good time - drama free. The change was becoming more and more evident. She told me she wanted to have Girls Night Out next weekend (meaning this past weekend) and that we should just get a whole bunch of girls together and hang out.
Since the new Leslie was out in full force, and I'd seen these changes, I told her I'd get some of my girls together and she could talk to whoever - and we'd all go out on Saturday night. Michael left a shirt over there and we were in town already, so we stopped by to get it. So, I saw her on Sunday and she was SO excited about Girls Night.
Wednesday rolls around and I get a phone call from her. "Hey, how are you? How's your week? Ready for this weekend and Girls Night Out?" etc. etc.... RANDOM phone call from her. I'm definitely not used to talking to her like that - or during the week for that matter. Again, seeing the positive changes in her was nice.
Saturday rolls around and she gives me a call around 11AM. Since I'd only gotten home around 4AM from being out with my girls, I was still asleep. So we talked later (about 2-ish) about the plans for the evening. Where we were going, what we were wearing, what time we'd meet up, etc.
8pm rolls around and I give her a call cause I hadn't heard back from her about what she decided to do (she was either going to one of the girls' house to get ready or coming to mine, she hadn't decided). I got her voicemail, left her a message, and she didn't call back. Around 10-ish, I text her. No response.
My 11:30pm text was a little more brash "so... I guess I'm going to assume that you're not coming out..." and that was the last of it. No returned phone call, no text message, NOTHING. And it's now Tuesday.
Are you fucking kidding me?! That was LITERALLY the last straw. Michael called it, though. He said she'd probably blow me off - but I didn't think it'd be like that. After all, she had talked to me during the week AND earlier that day. What gives?!
My girls and I had a FABULOUS evening without her :) thank you very much!
Sunday afternoon, I call her husband. (I was better friends with him than her anyway) I talk to him about what happened... and do you know what she told him?! He asked her if she was still going out with me when it started getting late... and she told him I blew her off! That I didn't call her, so she wasn't going! I certainly told him what REALLY happened and he didn't know what to tell me. He said they sat on the couch all night and hung out together.
Ok - here's my thing... she didn't have to come. If she didn't feel like coming or didn't feel like going out, or was drunk from watching the football game earlier - I can understand all of those things. But for her to have complete disregard and disrespect for me - that's ABSOLUTELY ridiculous.
I'm not upset about it to where it's affecting my life in any way, I've just seen the real true colors of a person - someone that I'm not going to surround myself with anymore. That was completely a low blow and uncalled for. Fuckers! ;)
Lesson Learned.
That time has come and gone, and now I have a story for you. One that my close friend(s) are pissed about along with me... and since you guys already know part of the story... here is some more. Enjoy!
For some well-rounded background, you should read this. And this. :)
Since the concert of bitchy behavior, Girl number 1 has changed a bit. Let's call her Leslie. Leslie is married to one of Michael's good friends. The good friend that I knew before I even knew Michael - and he's actually the one that introduced me to Michael. Leslie's husband is a great guy, drama-free, really smart, trying to get into the 'rap' industry with some great talent. And he's an all around fun guy, easy to be around. Leslie, on the other hand, wasn't. So it's made my friendship with her quite rough.
It doesn't help that she was hanging out with Girl Number 2, 3, and 4... BEST friends with these people - all very negative, immature, and ridiculous.
Anyway, after the concert, Leslie had an epiphany of sorts. She stopped talking to 2,3, and 4 because her husband enlightened her (again) as to how they were ruining their marriage, etc. It wasn't hard to see as an outsider, but as an insider, it was probably quite difficult. Either way, she stopped hanging out and talking to these girls, started focusing on herself and her marriage, and saw that I was a good person to be around, that everything in my life was positive, so she wanted to befriend me in a way she hadn't before.
Now, I was over it with this girl. As you know from previous posts, I've tried and tried to be friends with this girl but she wasn't having it. Canceling on me at the last minute - or not even responding to phone calls or text messages. I had already made up my mind that the concert was the last time I'd make an effort to have a good time with her. Ridiculous drama. But then she changed, and I saw that change... we had long conversations about the changes in her life and I could tell there was something different about her.
So, last Saturday night (two Saturdays ago), Michael and I went to her house and watched the UFC fight with her and her husband - along with lots of other friends. We got wasted and had a good time - drama free. The change was becoming more and more evident. She told me she wanted to have Girls Night Out next weekend (meaning this past weekend) and that we should just get a whole bunch of girls together and hang out.
Since the new Leslie was out in full force, and I'd seen these changes, I told her I'd get some of my girls together and she could talk to whoever - and we'd all go out on Saturday night. Michael left a shirt over there and we were in town already, so we stopped by to get it. So, I saw her on Sunday and she was SO excited about Girls Night.
Wednesday rolls around and I get a phone call from her. "Hey, how are you? How's your week? Ready for this weekend and Girls Night Out?" etc. etc.... RANDOM phone call from her. I'm definitely not used to talking to her like that - or during the week for that matter. Again, seeing the positive changes in her was nice.
Saturday rolls around and she gives me a call around 11AM. Since I'd only gotten home around 4AM from being out with my girls, I was still asleep. So we talked later (about 2-ish) about the plans for the evening. Where we were going, what we were wearing, what time we'd meet up, etc.
8pm rolls around and I give her a call cause I hadn't heard back from her about what she decided to do (she was either going to one of the girls' house to get ready or coming to mine, she hadn't decided). I got her voicemail, left her a message, and she didn't call back. Around 10-ish, I text her. No response.
My 11:30pm text was a little more brash "so... I guess I'm going to assume that you're not coming out..." and that was the last of it. No returned phone call, no text message, NOTHING. And it's now Tuesday.
Are you fucking kidding me?! That was LITERALLY the last straw. Michael called it, though. He said she'd probably blow me off - but I didn't think it'd be like that. After all, she had talked to me during the week AND earlier that day. What gives?!
My girls and I had a FABULOUS evening without her :) thank you very much!
Sunday afternoon, I call her husband. (I was better friends with him than her anyway) I talk to him about what happened... and do you know what she told him?! He asked her if she was still going out with me when it started getting late... and she told him I blew her off! That I didn't call her, so she wasn't going! I certainly told him what REALLY happened and he didn't know what to tell me. He said they sat on the couch all night and hung out together.
Ok - here's my thing... she didn't have to come. If she didn't feel like coming or didn't feel like going out, or was drunk from watching the football game earlier - I can understand all of those things. But for her to have complete disregard and disrespect for me - that's ABSOLUTELY ridiculous.
I'm not upset about it to where it's affecting my life in any way, I've just seen the real true colors of a person - someone that I'm not going to surround myself with anymore. That was completely a low blow and uncalled for. Fuckers! ;)
Lesson Learned.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Bums
Before I write about my FABULOUS trip to Hawaii with Michael to see Carrie and her husband, I must show you THIS:
Not an incredibly funny shirt in itself... but when you consider the source (the 'wear-ee' in this case), it's the funniest thing I've seen in quite some time.
I was walking downtown yesterday (going between classes) and passed the park where all the bums hang out. I shit you not... a bum was wearing this shirt. I CRACKED up. I guess they've gotta wear whatever they can get. Haha! Sure, I'll trust you ;) RIGHT!
Ok - more about Hawaii soon, I promise!!
Not an incredibly funny shirt in itself... but when you consider the source (the 'wear-ee' in this case), it's the funniest thing I've seen in quite some time.
I was walking downtown yesterday (going between classes) and passed the park where all the bums hang out. I shit you not... a bum was wearing this shirt. I CRACKED up. I guess they've gotta wear whatever they can get. Haha! Sure, I'll trust you ;) RIGHT!
Ok - more about Hawaii soon, I promise!!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Bitchy Behavior
Today fucking blows. Yesterday was worse, but today there are the lingering feelings left over from last night's "adventures" (if you will). Let's chat, shall we?
Last week, Girl number 1 called me and asked if Michael and I wanted to go see Nelly at a private event on Tuesday night. They'd won some tickets to the event and since I'd shared my free tickets to Linkin Park with her and her husband, I assumed that's why she wanted me to come.
I've written about these bitches before. And yes, they are in fact bitches. Might I remind you of this, where there was only a small excerpt towards the bottom... You certainly haven't heard about the full extent of their capabilities until this very post.
Since then, some new developments have ensued. Girl number 2 has been broken up with and is very bitter about it. She was with Michael's roommate for four years. She was one of the bitches going with us since she and Girl number 1 are best friends - along with Michael's ex. These girls are fucking crazy. In everything they do, they're crazy. They throw things, make public disturbances when they're angry, talk about their best friends behind their backs... defined as 'crazy' in every book i've known.
This starts my situation last night. I decided to make the best of it, even though I've never liked these girls and have tried my damndest to try to befriend them only to be shit on in the end.
Bitchy behavior number 1: Girl number 2 calls me to arrange where we're going to meet because we were all going to ride together. She tells me she's going to wear jeans and a cute top, so I should do the same. We show up, they're all three in mini dresses. I looked hot in my jeans and cute top. Michael's the only one I care about and he thought I looked hot, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
Bitchy behavior number 2: All three girls (Girl number 3 was alright, didn't cause any drama and I actually like her...) shared a bottle of Jager on the way downtown. Needless to say, they were walking sideways by the time we got there 20 minutes later. They're not nice drunks, either. They're obnoxious, bitchy-biatches that you don't want to be around. Even when we got inside after standing in the ridiculously long line... the girls behind us said, "oh look, there are the dumb bitches from outside"... hah! Nice!
Bitchy behavior number 3: All three girls leave to go get (more) drinks, flirt, do whatever... so I'm left holding our space in the crowd with Michael and his friend (who happens to be Girl number 1's husband). I think that's great, because I didn't want to associate myself with them anyway... except Girl number 1 and her husband start bickering in the middle of the crowd. Girl number 1 starts yelling at him and he threatens to leave... and he does. She stays back for a while and watches the very beginning of the concert, and then leaves to go find him.
We're in the middle of this great big city, here, people... Many bars, restaurants, alleys, and other places he could have ducked into. You might as well just enjoy the concert and deal with the bullshit later. That's what i'd do... but nope. Had to go find him.
Literally, Michael and I went to the concert with six people and were the only two watching it. I found that slightly amusing.
Bitchy behavior number 4: I receive a phone call from Girl number 2 asking me to come outside. It's been an hour and a half, concert's almost over... not a big deal. So we leave and go outside to do some damage control. Little did I know the night would end up THIS shitty. We walk outside and Girl number 1's husband is nowhere to be found. I've known him longer than I've known Michael, so I'd say we're friends. I call and call and finally start to text him when he eventually calls me back. (he's got the keys to the car, might I add) Girl number 3 is FURIOUS that Girl number 1's husband has left them stuck downtown in mini dresses. Me, being the calm and sober one, I have to regulate. Michael just stayed out of the way (good for him!).
We finally make it to the car and Girl number 2 is egging both Girl number 1 and Girl number 3 on... saying how horrible Girl number 1's husband is for walking out and making them think they were stranded down there with no way to get home... coaxing Girl number 1 into whatever she wanted her to think... lots of things. Bitterness is in the air.
Girl number 2 and 3 call some guy and get him to come pick them up. Everyone wanted to leave them since their ride was on the way. Let me just say, dispite thinking these girls are bitches... I got the keys and I made everyone wait until their ride got there. There's no way in hell I'm going to leave some bitches downtown in mini dresses with the homeless people at midnight on the corner... no matter how much I may or may not like them. Please note that Girl number 1, who happens to be Girl number 2 and 3's BEST friend, wanted to leave them. I'm just sayin.
Bitchy behavior number 5: The four of us get in the car and I'm driving. I've already had to look Girl number 1 in the face and tell her that she needs to shut the fuck up numerous times - that these problems should be worked out in the privacy of her own home, not for the world to see. We ride home with Michael and the husband making small talk. Husband missed the show... and we had to tell him all about it. We arrive back at our car and let Husband drive them the rest of the way home. Michael gets a call from his roommate, who also happens to be Girl number 2's ex boyfriend.
At this point, neither Michael or I want to associate ourselves with these people anymore. I have tried pretending to be their friends just so we can all go out and have fun.... that philosophy actually doesn't work. Never again will I endure the night that I endured last night.
Bitchy behavior number 6: Girl number 2 called my phone and had the audacity to blame me for talking shit about her to her ex boyfriend. Who the fuck does she think she is? First, I don't have his phone number... and second, I don't go that low. She continued to go as low as she possibly could and make up shit that has to do with my relationship.
You have no idea how pissed off I am about the situation. My friends don't act like that - or if they do, they're not my friends for very long. I'm older than that... I deal with situations MUCH differently than these bitches do... and I don't have time for their petty bullshit.
Thanks for letting me vent. I'm still pretty heated about all of it - and it doesn't end where I ended it here... there's more laundry but I'm not sure it's right to air it. C'est la fuckin vie.
Last week, Girl number 1 called me and asked if Michael and I wanted to go see Nelly at a private event on Tuesday night. They'd won some tickets to the event and since I'd shared my free tickets to Linkin Park with her and her husband, I assumed that's why she wanted me to come.
I've written about these bitches before. And yes, they are in fact bitches. Might I remind you of this, where there was only a small excerpt towards the bottom... You certainly haven't heard about the full extent of their capabilities until this very post.
Since then, some new developments have ensued. Girl number 2 has been broken up with and is very bitter about it. She was with Michael's roommate for four years. She was one of the bitches going with us since she and Girl number 1 are best friends - along with Michael's ex. These girls are fucking crazy. In everything they do, they're crazy. They throw things, make public disturbances when they're angry, talk about their best friends behind their backs... defined as 'crazy' in every book i've known.
This starts my situation last night. I decided to make the best of it, even though I've never liked these girls and have tried my damndest to try to befriend them only to be shit on in the end.
Bitchy behavior number 1: Girl number 2 calls me to arrange where we're going to meet because we were all going to ride together. She tells me she's going to wear jeans and a cute top, so I should do the same. We show up, they're all three in mini dresses. I looked hot in my jeans and cute top. Michael's the only one I care about and he thought I looked hot, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
Bitchy behavior number 2: All three girls (Girl number 3 was alright, didn't cause any drama and I actually like her...) shared a bottle of Jager on the way downtown. Needless to say, they were walking sideways by the time we got there 20 minutes later. They're not nice drunks, either. They're obnoxious, bitchy-biatches that you don't want to be around. Even when we got inside after standing in the ridiculously long line... the girls behind us said, "oh look, there are the dumb bitches from outside"... hah! Nice!
Bitchy behavior number 3: All three girls leave to go get (more) drinks, flirt, do whatever... so I'm left holding our space in the crowd with Michael and his friend (who happens to be Girl number 1's husband). I think that's great, because I didn't want to associate myself with them anyway... except Girl number 1 and her husband start bickering in the middle of the crowd. Girl number 1 starts yelling at him and he threatens to leave... and he does. She stays back for a while and watches the very beginning of the concert, and then leaves to go find him.
We're in the middle of this great big city, here, people... Many bars, restaurants, alleys, and other places he could have ducked into. You might as well just enjoy the concert and deal with the bullshit later. That's what i'd do... but nope. Had to go find him.
Literally, Michael and I went to the concert with six people and were the only two watching it. I found that slightly amusing.
Bitchy behavior number 4: I receive a phone call from Girl number 2 asking me to come outside. It's been an hour and a half, concert's almost over... not a big deal. So we leave and go outside to do some damage control. Little did I know the night would end up THIS shitty. We walk outside and Girl number 1's husband is nowhere to be found. I've known him longer than I've known Michael, so I'd say we're friends. I call and call and finally start to text him when he eventually calls me back. (he's got the keys to the car, might I add) Girl number 3 is FURIOUS that Girl number 1's husband has left them stuck downtown in mini dresses. Me, being the calm and sober one, I have to regulate. Michael just stayed out of the way (good for him!).
We finally make it to the car and Girl number 2 is egging both Girl number 1 and Girl number 3 on... saying how horrible Girl number 1's husband is for walking out and making them think they were stranded down there with no way to get home... coaxing Girl number 1 into whatever she wanted her to think... lots of things. Bitterness is in the air.
Girl number 2 and 3 call some guy and get him to come pick them up. Everyone wanted to leave them since their ride was on the way. Let me just say, dispite thinking these girls are bitches... I got the keys and I made everyone wait until their ride got there. There's no way in hell I'm going to leave some bitches downtown in mini dresses with the homeless people at midnight on the corner... no matter how much I may or may not like them. Please note that Girl number 1, who happens to be Girl number 2 and 3's BEST friend, wanted to leave them. I'm just sayin.
Bitchy behavior number 5: The four of us get in the car and I'm driving. I've already had to look Girl number 1 in the face and tell her that she needs to shut the fuck up numerous times - that these problems should be worked out in the privacy of her own home, not for the world to see. We ride home with Michael and the husband making small talk. Husband missed the show... and we had to tell him all about it. We arrive back at our car and let Husband drive them the rest of the way home. Michael gets a call from his roommate, who also happens to be Girl number 2's ex boyfriend.
At this point, neither Michael or I want to associate ourselves with these people anymore. I have tried pretending to be their friends just so we can all go out and have fun.... that philosophy actually doesn't work. Never again will I endure the night that I endured last night.
Bitchy behavior number 6: Girl number 2 called my phone and had the audacity to blame me for talking shit about her to her ex boyfriend. Who the fuck does she think she is? First, I don't have his phone number... and second, I don't go that low. She continued to go as low as she possibly could and make up shit that has to do with my relationship.
You have no idea how pissed off I am about the situation. My friends don't act like that - or if they do, they're not my friends for very long. I'm older than that... I deal with situations MUCH differently than these bitches do... and I don't have time for their petty bullshit.
Thanks for letting me vent. I'm still pretty heated about all of it - and it doesn't end where I ended it here... there's more laundry but I'm not sure it's right to air it. C'est la fuckin vie.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
10 Things I'm annoyed about today...
Oh, it's just one of those days... I'm just annoyed. I don't think there's anything anyone can do about it. (well, scratch that, Michael made me feel better this morning)
Ok, Ok... I started writing about the things that were annoying me - but that's not going to do me any good. You'd better believe there's at least 10 things that are annoying me today but here's not the place for that. Perhaps it's because of the week that it is (girls, you know this week all too well). I'll get over it. Until then, bah humbug.
I get to go to a fabulous concert in a few hours. Hopefully it's going to be tons of fun and I can leave all of my frustrations at the door. hrpmh.
Ok, Ok... I started writing about the things that were annoying me - but that's not going to do me any good. You'd better believe there's at least 10 things that are annoying me today but here's not the place for that. Perhaps it's because of the week that it is (girls, you know this week all too well). I'll get over it. Until then, bah humbug.
I get to go to a fabulous concert in a few hours. Hopefully it's going to be tons of fun and I can leave all of my frustrations at the door. hrpmh.
Monday, July 28, 2008
I refrained from the subject before as to not call someone out on the situation. I don't think it is appropriate to put someone in their place (so to speak) in public, just as I would hope my friends have the respect of not doing the same for me.
But.
I got an email this morning. From M Moon's boyfriend.
A little background for you:
M Moon and I were friends for about a year and a half. We lived together. We did everything together. We were best friends. In fact, we had a "team" name and everything. Silly, I know, but that was that.
I went to San Diego with Carrie to meet up with her for my birthday and we made a trip to Vegas during my stay. Shit hit the fan while we were there and Carrie and I ended up having to bolt early because of what went down. It wasn't pleasant. It wasn't what I wanted to happen. It just happened. M Moon changed into a whole different person that I wasn't sure I liked anymore. I felt (and Carrie thought so too) that she was under the control of her boyfriend and not the same person we knew before.
Back to the email.
It was something to the effect of: "I apologize for whatever it was that came between you two that you're not friends anymore. I don't know what I'm apologizing for but I apologize for whatever you think I should apologize for. I don't think you need to apologize to her and I know she's not going to apologize to you." etc. etc. then "If she extended the offer of forgetting about the situation and just being friends with you again, would you accept it? She misses you."
My thoughts.
1. If she misses me and wants to talk to me, she can send me an email or pick up the phone and do the dirty work herself. I don't see Michael ever calling her and doing the same that her boyfriend has done.
2. If she's not going to apologize to me after I left the table open and airy with my "let's just agree to disagree and be done with it" then what's the point anyway?
3. She's a COMPLETELY different person than when we were friends before. Completely. I'm not even sure I want to be friends with the new her.
4. Did her boyfriend really just apologize for 'whatever I need to apologize for'?? Who does that?!
Your thoughts??
But.
I got an email this morning. From M Moon's boyfriend.
A little background for you:
M Moon and I were friends for about a year and a half. We lived together. We did everything together. We were best friends. In fact, we had a "team" name and everything. Silly, I know, but that was that.
I went to San Diego with Carrie to meet up with her for my birthday and we made a trip to Vegas during my stay. Shit hit the fan while we were there and Carrie and I ended up having to bolt early because of what went down. It wasn't pleasant. It wasn't what I wanted to happen. It just happened. M Moon changed into a whole different person that I wasn't sure I liked anymore. I felt (and Carrie thought so too) that she was under the control of her boyfriend and not the same person we knew before.
Back to the email.
It was something to the effect of: "I apologize for whatever it was that came between you two that you're not friends anymore. I don't know what I'm apologizing for but I apologize for whatever you think I should apologize for. I don't think you need to apologize to her and I know she's not going to apologize to you." etc. etc. then "If she extended the offer of forgetting about the situation and just being friends with you again, would you accept it? She misses you."
My thoughts.
1. If she misses me and wants to talk to me, she can send me an email or pick up the phone and do the dirty work herself. I don't see Michael ever calling her and doing the same that her boyfriend has done.
2. If she's not going to apologize to me after I left the table open and airy with my "let's just agree to disagree and be done with it" then what's the point anyway?
3. She's a COMPLETELY different person than when we were friends before. Completely. I'm not even sure I want to be friends with the new her.
4. Did her boyfriend really just apologize for 'whatever I need to apologize for'?? Who does that?!
Your thoughts??
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Shitacular Day
Let's talk about this. Today has been quite shitty thus far...and it's only 11:30 am.
- I woke up from a dream where a fat man kept hugging me and wouldn't let me go. It was annoying. And weird.
- I get up, get my shower, get ready... all that good stuff. And take Rae's dog out. (well, I kinda just let him out so he could go to the bathroom and then come back... I didn't actually walk him because I didn't have time)This lady starts honking her horn outside of my house because a little weiner dog is loose in my yard. My front door is open. I'm watching him. He's only in my yard. I don't see the problem here.
- I leave for the train station. I was walking there - but it's so freakin hot that I just drive the 1/2 mile there and back - not a big deal. There's a train at 10:15 (optimal for me to catch) and one at 10:30. If I don't catch the 10:30 one, I'm screwed and not going to make it on time for my class. I run up the stairs as the train is closing its doors. The operater looks straight at me and pulls away from the station. Yep. I missed it. Not a big deal... I'll just drive to school and pay the 6$ parking.
- I drive down the highway... a 55mph speed limit... a 14 lane highway... that everyone goes 80 on a normal day. Today it was 65. Even in the left lane. Irritating.
- I finally made it but reached into my purse to pull out some cash - to find none. I needed to find an ATM. So I pull out my GPS and type in for the nearest ATM. 2 miles away, sweet!
- I drive there. This particular location is now closed. FUCK. I had to drive another few miles to another ATM. All the ATM's in the city are walk-up with no parking. Kinda funny cause to park, you have to have some cash but to get some cash you have to be able to park. Ridiculous.
- I finally get some money and drive ALLLLLllllll the way back to school. I had to park on the 6th level. It's already 20 minutes into class at this point. I contemplate just not going but decided I need to.
- As I'm walking to class, the "red bull" car pulls up and asks me if I want a red bull.
Now let's talk about this. A red bull. I have only put such toxins in my body while it's mixed with Jager and in the form of a shot. I don't consume things with High Fructose Corn Syrup, anything "enriched", or anything hydrogenated/partially hydrogenated. It's bad for your body.
- As I stare at the ingredients of this red bull and think about my morning thus far... I say "fuck it" and pop the top... drinking about 1/4 of the can. I left it on the top of a trash can because I'm sure some homeless person is gonna want it later.
- I get to class... a whole 35 minutes late (thankfully someone else was just as late as I was and was walking in at the same time)... and find that we're doing some equation bullshit. That's just great.
- At the break, this guy who is in several of my classes turns around and says "how'd you do on the homework?" HOMEWORK? FUCK. What homework?? Ugh. So now i've gotta fill out this sheet and hope she'll accept it at the end of class.
Let's hope today gets somewhat better. It just has to. I get to see Lifehouse and Matt Nathanson tonight with Rae. Should be splendid. And then Michael comes back on Saturday. Huzzah!
(oh, and did I mention that I'm about to start my girl stuff for the week??)
- I woke up from a dream where a fat man kept hugging me and wouldn't let me go. It was annoying. And weird.
- I get up, get my shower, get ready... all that good stuff. And take Rae's dog out. (well, I kinda just let him out so he could go to the bathroom and then come back... I didn't actually walk him because I didn't have time)This lady starts honking her horn outside of my house because a little weiner dog is loose in my yard. My front door is open. I'm watching him. He's only in my yard. I don't see the problem here.
- I leave for the train station. I was walking there - but it's so freakin hot that I just drive the 1/2 mile there and back - not a big deal. There's a train at 10:15 (optimal for me to catch) and one at 10:30. If I don't catch the 10:30 one, I'm screwed and not going to make it on time for my class. I run up the stairs as the train is closing its doors. The operater looks straight at me and pulls away from the station. Yep. I missed it. Not a big deal... I'll just drive to school and pay the 6$ parking.
- I drive down the highway... a 55mph speed limit... a 14 lane highway... that everyone goes 80 on a normal day. Today it was 65. Even in the left lane. Irritating.
- I finally made it but reached into my purse to pull out some cash - to find none. I needed to find an ATM. So I pull out my GPS and type in for the nearest ATM. 2 miles away, sweet!
- I drive there. This particular location is now closed. FUCK. I had to drive another few miles to another ATM. All the ATM's in the city are walk-up with no parking. Kinda funny cause to park, you have to have some cash but to get some cash you have to be able to park. Ridiculous.
- I finally get some money and drive ALLLLLllllll the way back to school. I had to park on the 6th level. It's already 20 minutes into class at this point. I contemplate just not going but decided I need to.
- As I'm walking to class, the "red bull" car pulls up and asks me if I want a red bull.
Now let's talk about this. A red bull. I have only put such toxins in my body while it's mixed with Jager and in the form of a shot. I don't consume things with High Fructose Corn Syrup, anything "enriched", or anything hydrogenated/partially hydrogenated. It's bad for your body.
- As I stare at the ingredients of this red bull and think about my morning thus far... I say "fuck it" and pop the top... drinking about 1/4 of the can. I left it on the top of a trash can because I'm sure some homeless person is gonna want it later.
- I get to class... a whole 35 minutes late (thankfully someone else was just as late as I was and was walking in at the same time)... and find that we're doing some equation bullshit. That's just great.
- At the break, this guy who is in several of my classes turns around and says "how'd you do on the homework?" HOMEWORK? FUCK. What homework?? Ugh. So now i've gotta fill out this sheet and hope she'll accept it at the end of class.
Let's hope today gets somewhat better. It just has to. I get to see Lifehouse and Matt Nathanson tonight with Rae. Should be splendid. And then Michael comes back on Saturday. Huzzah!
(oh, and did I mention that I'm about to start my girl stuff for the week??)
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
More roommate woes
As promised... a good "what the fuck!?" story for ya. Yes, it's a true story... names have been changed, obviously, to protect the bitch. Well, to protect me from the bitch in this case, I suppose.
It all started when I needed someone to split the bills with me. Of course this is a common occurance with me because I don't think it's wise to spend a ton of money on rent and utilities when you can do things like travel and buy clothes. Anywhoo... horrible roommate left and I needed someone to pay the bills. I posted an ad on good ole craigslist and got a few responses. Some crazies, some that could have worked out, and then there was this one girl. She was alright. Had a steady job, said she kept pretty much to herself, all that good stuff. Pretty good criteria for a roommate if you ask me.
We'll call her bitch for all intents and purposes. She doesn't deserve the time it would take for me to dram up a suitable nickname.
She didn't like my current place because it only had one bathroom, but she offered to look for another place with me (my lease was up for renewal anyway) that we both would love. I was down for it. It was my last option... rent was about to get expensive. We looked for a place, found one, signed a lease... and were to move a month from then (this was back in March - so April 15th was move-day).
My intentions (after signing the lease) were to move in with the people I was babysitting for and live in their basement. Things didn't work out with that (I felt like their expectations were a bit high for just free rent with no pay) so I had to get out. Now, I admit, there was some shady stuff going on my part. I needed to get out of that lease (which I maintained that I was moving into the people's house I babysat for) so I asked bitch to find another roommate (or I could find one for her if she wanted) and they could take over June 1st. Simple, right?
Move-day came and went. I moved 90% of my things to storage and the rest into a room at the place I signed the lease. I have a house full of items... full living room stuff, kitchen, dining, washer and dryer, bathroom.... everything. She only had her room's worth of things. Let's just say she was a tad bit bitter that I wasn't moving my things into the new place for her to use. SO - out of the kindness of my heart (and because I didn't want to store these items any longer) I gave her 2 couches, 2 bookshelves, a tv, and an end table. For free.
Did I get a thank you? Nope.
A week later, I came home and one of the couches had been replaced with a fouton. Hmmm... where could it have gone? Her girlfriend's house. She was letting her "borrow" it or something. Whatever. (by the way, she is a lesbian in case you're wondering)
Apart from that, there were several things that she did to push my buttons. Let's take a look:
- she talked to our landlord about my breaking the lease before I had a chance to talk to the landlord about it. Complete no-no in friend-code books but apparently not to her. Isn't it my place to talk to the landlord about my part of the lease?
- she's ukrainian. her food smells. ridiculously.
- I wasn't supposed to have saffie at the house but did anyway - just for the month and a half I was there. She'd purposely have the landlord come to fix things just so i'd have to arrange to do something with her. Pain in my ass.
and a hand-ful of other things. Here's the best part.
[I know, I know, this is getting long, I'll try to wrap it up!]
I was taking a nap one day and woke up to the sound of people walking around in the house. They left and I went to my laptop on the one couch that was left to check my email. She came back and requested the pillows I was resting on. Ummm for what?
She SOLD the couches.
Yes, my friends... posted ads on craigslist and SOLD the couches that I gave to her because she needed them. Because she didn't have any. And she SOLD them. Now, this was only a week and a half before I was supposed to leave. She didn't even have the decency to wait until I'd left!!! Then when I was like "are you fucking kidding me?!" her response was "well, you gave them to me, so I can do whatever I want with them".
Wow!!
THEN she had the audacity to ask me to pay for the connection fees for the electric and gas (an extra 90$)... needless to say, I didn't pay it whatsoever.
Yep. Ridiculous roommate. Anyway - I'm living with Rae now... someone I've known for about 6 years now and who is also a dear friend of mine. Things are MUCH better in that arena but it was difficult to live with bitch, to say the least!
It all started when I needed someone to split the bills with me. Of course this is a common occurance with me because I don't think it's wise to spend a ton of money on rent and utilities when you can do things like travel and buy clothes. Anywhoo... horrible roommate left and I needed someone to pay the bills. I posted an ad on good ole craigslist and got a few responses. Some crazies, some that could have worked out, and then there was this one girl. She was alright. Had a steady job, said she kept pretty much to herself, all that good stuff. Pretty good criteria for a roommate if you ask me.
We'll call her bitch for all intents and purposes. She doesn't deserve the time it would take for me to dram up a suitable nickname.
She didn't like my current place because it only had one bathroom, but she offered to look for another place with me (my lease was up for renewal anyway) that we both would love. I was down for it. It was my last option... rent was about to get expensive. We looked for a place, found one, signed a lease... and were to move a month from then (this was back in March - so April 15th was move-day).
My intentions (after signing the lease) were to move in with the people I was babysitting for and live in their basement. Things didn't work out with that (I felt like their expectations were a bit high for just free rent with no pay) so I had to get out. Now, I admit, there was some shady stuff going on my part. I needed to get out of that lease (which I maintained that I was moving into the people's house I babysat for) so I asked bitch to find another roommate (or I could find one for her if she wanted) and they could take over June 1st. Simple, right?
Move-day came and went. I moved 90% of my things to storage and the rest into a room at the place I signed the lease. I have a house full of items... full living room stuff, kitchen, dining, washer and dryer, bathroom.... everything. She only had her room's worth of things. Let's just say she was a tad bit bitter that I wasn't moving my things into the new place for her to use. SO - out of the kindness of my heart (and because I didn't want to store these items any longer) I gave her 2 couches, 2 bookshelves, a tv, and an end table. For free.
Did I get a thank you? Nope.
A week later, I came home and one of the couches had been replaced with a fouton. Hmmm... where could it have gone? Her girlfriend's house. She was letting her "borrow" it or something. Whatever. (by the way, she is a lesbian in case you're wondering)
Apart from that, there were several things that she did to push my buttons. Let's take a look:
- she talked to our landlord about my breaking the lease before I had a chance to talk to the landlord about it. Complete no-no in friend-code books but apparently not to her. Isn't it my place to talk to the landlord about my part of the lease?
- she's ukrainian. her food smells. ridiculously.
- I wasn't supposed to have saffie at the house but did anyway - just for the month and a half I was there. She'd purposely have the landlord come to fix things just so i'd have to arrange to do something with her. Pain in my ass.
and a hand-ful of other things. Here's the best part.
[I know, I know, this is getting long, I'll try to wrap it up!]
I was taking a nap one day and woke up to the sound of people walking around in the house. They left and I went to my laptop on the one couch that was left to check my email. She came back and requested the pillows I was resting on. Ummm for what?
She SOLD the couches.
Yes, my friends... posted ads on craigslist and SOLD the couches that I gave to her because she needed them. Because she didn't have any. And she SOLD them. Now, this was only a week and a half before I was supposed to leave. She didn't even have the decency to wait until I'd left!!! Then when I was like "are you fucking kidding me?!" her response was "well, you gave them to me, so I can do whatever I want with them".
Wow!!
THEN she had the audacity to ask me to pay for the connection fees for the electric and gas (an extra 90$)... needless to say, I didn't pay it whatsoever.
Yep. Ridiculous roommate. Anyway - I'm living with Rae now... someone I've known for about 6 years now and who is also a dear friend of mine. Things are MUCH better in that arena but it was difficult to live with bitch, to say the least!
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