NBf2.0 visits

Last night I horded chocolate. This morning I was short with roomie. Getting any clues?

Stuck it through in the living room just long enough for gossipgirl last night. Then I finished devouring David Baldacci’s Hour Game while hiding out in my room. Funny trend I’m noticing… roomie & her ‘not boyfriend’ (photoboy aka NBf2.0) are all makemevomit cuddly cute when I’m present but seem to jump apart when I leave - it’s like they are afraid to be alone together for too long because they might run out of things to say. 

He is staying through at least thursday. 5 days. Originally it was gonna be 8. 8! As in, didn’t the last NBf stay for 8 days which was the spoken cause of their falling apart??? ppppppplease let them fall apart.  Or move out. I have nothing against couples. Just against them.

<rant>No offense, but I decided I didnt like him much on day one. He very strangely brought up the fact that a few years back he was driving and hit a kid who was biking. HoldUpSayWHA?! Um, Excuse me, but I was hit while riding my bike home from work one summer.  Now granted I was hit by 40 something lady in a minivan, but at least she stopped and kinda came to check on me after sending me & my bike flying into traffic on a busy road. Ok, so she too drove away, but at least she kinda stopped to make sure I wasnt dead. Thank god I wore my helmet.  Yes, people make mistakes.  Ok photoboy, but YOU HIT A KID. Yes, you glanced back to see that they got up alright but you (1) didnt stop (2) tell the story like it’s an slightly embarrassing/somewhat funny tale to someone you just met. </rant>

Anyway, I thought I had a purpose at some pt. Oh, well I stayed up late last night (they giggle and flirt loudly from the other bedroom) and wrote a rather scathing journal entry on pride, jealousy, talent & giving credit where credit is due.  lol. Interesting to me.  May or may not post. It is quite smug sounding. Hope you’re all having a wonderful wk!

I’m baaaack!

Well, actually my last post was my first back from the break… but…

Alright, I’ve been shit about posting. And doubly shit about reading. Sorry kids. I’ll make a dent in my 963 unread posts in my reader asap. I have popped by your pages from time to time but really need to get back in the swing.

I don’t know why I took a hiatus. Just wasn’t feeling it I guess.

Anyway

Guess who’s pulling a 10th grade “sick day” and leaving work early due to “just feeling horrible”!  ME!!!  And guess what is actually going on.  I’M ROADTRIPPING!!! One of my friends called last night to invite me to a concert in IL (4hr drive) and I did say no - being all responsible and shite.  However, then I was listening to MrMraz and realized I didnt truely feel the last of his concerts due to my intense level of inhiberation. (plus that was all GeekInThePink 2ish years ago). So I called him back after Favre’s Letterman appearance to say “screw work. let’s go!”

 

Hells yes. This is SWEET.

• Concert tonight plus seeing old friends!!!
• Baseball game tomorrow! With SCE btw. haha. oh my. the stories. I’ll report on that later. In the meantime, we is hittin’ up a game! I’d like to say I’m hating on all those who said “yea def. that’d be cool” and then backed out when it came tix buying time but… I’ll be honest, we have a ton of fun together. Who cares if people *cough*roomie*cough* suddenly can’t come along because their notboyfriendofthemoment hates sports. Who hates sports?? wtf kids. wtf.

 

UPDATE:
Friday, I eagerly awaited the call from friends to say they were on their way. Unfortunatly one had made plans to babysit when she thought the concert was gonna pan out. By 1:30pm it was a no-go. Sadness.

However, I decided to have a fantastic day anyways. Why not? PTO, beautiful weather (aka tornado watch), time away from the roomie (who went to visit the not boyfriend of the moment.) And I DID.

Saturday part of the family came to town for a feis (Irish step dancing competition - my little sister’s) and we hung out for a good part of the day. By noon I still hadn’t heard from SCE on the tix for the baseball game so I txtd. At 3:30 I called. voicemail. I hope his uncle (in the hospital) didnt take a turn for the worse or that he didnt get into an accident on his motorcycle (do you see where my mind goes?) and that the real reason is that he just forgot or decided he didnt feel like it. Insulting to me, yes but better than an injury report.

Still, it was a great wkend. I had the apt to myself until last night *gag* and am feeling refreshed for a tough wk at the office.

Hope the rest of you had wonderful wkends!

Things I’ve left behind…

You name it, I’ve left it somewhere. From pillows to pills, camera chargers to keys, I have dropped, forgotten or misplaced just about one of everything. Unless we’re counting my keys – cause I lose those prolly ever 4-6months. However, there are some main things I’ve discarded whether accidentally or on purpose that at least I find slightly hilarious.

Things I’ve left behind…

• Back in the college days, I was visiting roomie & somehow allowed my purse (complete with wallet, $$$, soci card, credit cards, camera & cell) to fall off my arm as we walked to the music festival. I realized it just before we entered the fest, took my flipflops in hand and booked it in the opposite direction with only a “oh my god my purse!” to tell anyone where I was going.  Actually, the realization and running are all I remember since I blacked out early. I don’t remember even leaving for the festival or making out with Mr.Opportunity or punching him in the balls for making out with me.
• New Years 2008 - keys
• Just recently in Vegas, I wore a low cut bra I had picked up on clearance at Vicki’s. It wasn’t the best quality and was a little old, but it was the only bra I had to work with that sexy LBD that V’ed down to ‘there’. 2 hours into the party at Hugh Hefner’s Sky Villa (for serial!) the front snapped. The FRONT. I wore it… undone… for a few uncomfortable hours. At 4am I gave up and threw it into Hugh’s trash and went without for the rest of the night.
• Last weekend - keys
• Last summer roomie & I celebrated our apt with our first party. LittleMissDrunky aka me didn’t join the rest of the group at the bars. I had to be walked back home by Indie because I hadn’t remembered my purse, cell, $ or DRIVER’S LICENSE. Dumbass. I don’t remember any of this but since I forgot my keys too (as did roomie) Indie had to kick the door open – splintering the doorframe. Rock the fuck on.

and finally…

• In London I woke up one morning thinking “GAH. I peed in an empty street between 2 cars last night. I can’t believe I did that. … OMG I took off my socks and left them there. Why on earth? … wait… I was wearing heels…. wait, where’s my underwear?”

Good times, good times.  So kids, forgotten anything? Got a good story?

 

Damsel in Distress vs. Independent Woman

 Is it possible to be both?

Lately, my dreams have been stranger than usual.  Yes, I remember almost all my dreams.  Yes, I dream every night.  That may be strange in itself.  However, they normally play out like normal days with a few minor changes – such that sometimes I cant tell what was dreamt and what actually happened.  In the last 2 wks though, I’ve dreamt of:

• Heavy metal band in a 12 person muddy moshpit w/ couches
• A giant Koala
• Strange purple dresses
• Flying brooms

(Bear with me. I have a point.)

Do you dream the same dream ever?  Mine repeat a lot with little changes – it’s like rereading those books with multiple endings.  The latest repeating one… dancing at Cush with friends, being insulted by some random guy, stalking out, he accosts me at the exit & hits me.  Here’s where it changes each time.  Sometimes, I hit back and run.  Others, my guy friends (mysteriously hiding in the backdrop) leap to my defense.  And last night, I just sat down and cried.

In some ways, I’d like to have that boyfriend or guy friend stand up for me.  It isn’t out of a want to act weak and helpless.  Rather, I’d like to see that they would – that presented with such a situation – they’d come to my rescue.

But I don’t need saving.  I can rescue myself.

Chatting with my guy friends, I’ve gotten the impression that many guys like to be the Protector.  Yet, they have difficultly with a crying girl.  And feel emasculated by an independent woman who doesn’t need a strong man to keep her feeling safe.

Where is the median?  I don’t cry or freak out often enough to warrant a damsel in distress.  I don’t usually give anyone the chance to standup for me.  But I love having someone else be the stronger one – both physically & emotionally - because they make me feel safe.

Thoughts? Personal conflicts? Weirdass dreams to share?

I love guests!

Bit scattered as of late.  Completely bogged down with work.  Gonna have to bring stuff home tonight to work on or it will never be done. blah.  Thank god for late night coffee shops, right?

Visitors this wkend!

Vegas is in 1 WEEK!!! I haven’t been there since I was thirteen. Therefore, I’m clueless about the city.  Any of you who have been there - what should we do/see?  There are 6 girls - completely ridiculous partiers.  Thoughts? Suggestions?

Birthday (belated) Party the following wkend! Gotta plan…

Main Topic:

WiscoBlonde is coming to visit!!! Ooooo I’m psyched! I love having people over. Especially for the wkend when all workness can be forgotten.  Seriously, it is one of my absolute favorite things.  I’m a bit too casual to be a great tourguide / siteseer.  So I love it when people can feel comfortable just making themselves at home.  Even if it is just using the apt as a homebase while running about the city.  Love it! Ooo I love company. 

Now I just have to go home and make sure the apt is clean.