It's the happiest day of the week: Friday! It's been a long and stressful week for me here in Soprano-Land, so I'm very much looking forward to this weekend. Here are my exciting plans:
Friday night:After work I'm heading over to LaLa and Freckles' new TOWNHOUSE!! They are closing today, so I'm going to go over and help them move some things tonight. I also plan to bring a bottle of champagne (the cheap kind, because, you know, nothing says "congrats on your new house" like a bottle of cheap champagne!) and buy them a pizza to celebrate. After that, when Achoo gets out of work we might go see Zombieland, I'll let you know how it is.
Saturday:Queens, Achoo and I are heading to Queens and my Alma Mater for HOMECOMING!!!! (This would be that part where I do our school chant, but I don't want to reveal too much). I'm very excited, since I haven't been back in a year, since I quit my job there. I emailed a bunch of my old friends from there, and am very excited to see all of them. Then after, depending on the weather, we may head to an Irish Festival Queens knows about. Should be a super fun day, and I'm really excited to show Achoo where I lived for 7 years of my life! Yay!
Sunday:Achoo is going to a wresting event that night with his dad (shhh, I know. This may be the only thing about Achoo that is negative. But if that's it, I'm a pretty lucky girl!). Since they aren't leaving until the evening, we get to spend all day snuggling in bed together. Mmmm, a perfect Sunday morning!
The best part about this weekend is that it's going to get me away from here for a while. I definitely need a break from being on campus. I took a picture of my Cubbie to submit for your approval (or disapproval). To give you a bit more of a visual, I was standing flat against a wall when I took it, and my desk is pushed flushed up against the front cubbie wall that you can't see in the picture. Enjoy!
Have an amazing weekend everyone!
Ahh! I had a really terrible, busy, and crazy week last week, hence me dropping off of the face of the earth. I will recap, but let me explain something about my job before I do:
Once every 3 weeks, I'm "on call" for the campus for a week. So from Monday-Sunday, if anything happens, I get called. Ok recap:
Monday: At around midnight, a girl tries to sneak into one of the buildings with a bogus guest pass.
Tuesday: Aforementioned breakage of one of my students legs. Big owie, big stress.
Wednesday: Roommate fight that would not end. Up until 1:30 trying to hunt down the allegedly drunk girl who wandered off into the night. She never returned.
Thursday: Woken up at 4:00am to handle a (different) drunk girl in the lobby without ID. Cops called. She proceeds to talk back to and scream at the cops. Dad comes to pick her up. Don't get back to bed until 5:15am.
Friday: Considering doing a voodoo dance to prevent anything else from happening. Stressing out over having to feed my boss' cat over the weekend. Finally get a call for a job interview for this week.
Saturday: Took Jersey to the vet, drove around Bergen and Essex counties trying to buy my bridesmaid dress for LiLi's wedding, fed boss' cat.
Sunday: Fed boss' cat, grocery store, cleaned apt, watched some football.
Aaaaannnnnddddd... I'm pooped.
I've got a lot of other things that I want to talk about, but I'll have to address them in another post. On a good note, both of my boss' are out this morning, so I can actually relax and do things. On a bad note, I can see my boss throwing a shit fit when I try to "call out sick" on Wednesday. We'll see.
Hi everyone, sorry for my recent absence. I really have no excuse since I haven't been really doing anything that important. So here is an update on the goings on of the past few days.
My new roommate Jesse moved in yesterday. So far so good minus the fact that he has boxes strewn about my kitchen. We haven't had much time to spend together yet and have pretty much just been crossing paths. This roommate feels different though because I feel like he has moved into my home and is now invading my space. When Ms. Bi-polar (or Ms. BP because her weird and sudden mood swings...) moved in together it was clear that this was a shared space...now however I feel like I have my territory. I have also had the apartment to my self for the entire month and really enjoyed living alone. I wish i could move but unless I find something that is either less or equal to the amount of rent I'm paying now I just don't think it will happen within the next few months. I came to the realization that I just really need to get my debt paid off and start saving some money. It's crazy how little I save and how quickly I spend it all. So, I should also mention, if I haven't before that my new roommate, is 23, asian and gay. Should be an interesting time...
Thursday night I did my third interview with my prospective new job. Unfortunately the interview did not go that well for me. Don't get me wrong, I think the conversation went well and I think they will offer me the job, but the person I spoke with this time gave me an entirely different perspective as what I would actually be doing...and it was nothing like what had been originally described to me. So I pretty much plummeted from 100 to 0 and now have some very specific questions to ask if I get the offer. The devil you know is better than the one you don't and I don't want to fall into another position where I'm wasting away and hating my job. I'm good at what I do and don't want to be taken advantage of anymore.
I decided this weekend to take an active break from pursuing dating. I don't know how long...but I think maybe I need to just concentrate on the things I can control such as my weight. I can't control my job, I can't control my love life (or lack there of) and I can't control the people around me...but I can certainly control what I put into my mouth everyday. (Ok, I left myself open to that joke...)
That being said, I did go to see Snow Patrol last week with a guy named Javier. He is very nice, from Puerto Rico, very educated, works in music. I had a nice time. However I haven't really heard from him since the concert other than the casual text and email. This may be a little bit conceited of me, but I did feel like I was a little bit above him looks wise and I thought we had a good time so I guess I'm really surprised by the silence. On another issue, I also know that Buddy would be at the Snow Patrol concert. I was hoping I would NOT run into him...and I didn't...but when I got there it was all I could do not to scan the crowd looking for him. I posted a picture of the show to my Facebook and the next day he texted me all surprised that I had been there...and we actually hadn't been sitting too far from each other. (so...clearly he is looking at my Facebook.) I just don't understand. I'm honestly starting to think there is something wrong with me... which is why I'm taking the above mentioned step back to just concentrate on being me for a bit.
I have successfully watched both seasons of True Blood now and am completely obsessed. So much so that I went and bought the book last week and literally couldn't put it down. It's that good. I LOVE when I find books that I just get so wrapped up in. I think I read 150 pages today...which is why I've titled this post Slacker. (I also watched 2 movies: Adventure Land (ok K-stew needs to just stop acting...she is horrible) and Bride Wars. Thought Bride Wars was a cute movie.)
So hopefully this is a meaningful update. I have no idea where Jersey is...so email her and tell her you miss her. She got a call about a job apparently so that is good. She is usually chillin with Achoo and is never online anymore or I'd have more details for you. Ah life. (at least one of us has one!)
I'm a stalker. Yes, dear readers believe it. My life now though it one big episode of The Hills. (go Team Queens!). So, in my desperation, I looked up Mr. Met's profile on Facebook. I'm not sure if I wrote about this previously, but he had a profile picture up of the 2 of us taken over 3 years ago. I had of course been cut out of the picture but it still pissed me off. Take that crap down. So, I checked and poof...it has been replaced by a picture of Mr. Met and his new girlfriend, Ms. Fug. (Ok, I know I don't know the girl, but it is my DUTY to hate her. Plus, I'm WAY prettier. She is very much his type though...brown hair, big boobs. I guess maybe that's why we didn't work out...I have blonde hair and smaller boobs...) Anyways, I could now see who she is via stalking Mr. Met's brother's girlfriends profile via my friend Ms. Chic (who somehow happens to still be friends with her!).
Here is how the chain of stalking went:
Queens stalked Mr. Met. Ms. Chic stalked Mr. Met's (almost) sister in law. Together we combined this information and decided who Ms. Fug was and from there we did a search on her.
Now, the findings of my stalking are limited but huge. It turns out that Ms. Fug is Facebook friends with one of my best friend's boyfriends. I momentarily had scary visions of the 4 of them all hanging out together...that was until I remembered that they all hate Mr. Met. Still though, it bugs me that he has any connection to my circle of friends!! I seriously walk the line in the situation. Part of my wants him to disappear...and the other part of my gets angry when he does. It's super annoying.
So..What do you guys think? I'm fully aware that stalking is BAD...but sometimes I just can't help it...erg.
I'm pretty sad that Patrick Swayze died yesterday. But before I get into all of that, I need to share a funny picture with all of you.
That would be my boyfriend, at work, wearing a cartoon rooster hat. What. The. Fuck. Haha, Achoo is not really a "silly" person, so when he sent me this yesterday, I cracked up. I thought I'd share it with all of you. Enjoy.
Ok, now on to the purpose of this post. Patrick Swayze. My heart is sad. Let me take you back to 1997 and 14 year old me....
Doo Doo Loo, Doo Doo Loo, Doo Doo Loo, Doo Doo Loo...
My best-friend at the time was this girl Blondie. We grew up across the street from each other, were the same age, and pretty much did everything together. Blondie was so smart, but often put on the "dumb" act to get attention. It's because of her that I refuse to dumb myself down. I will never be ashamed of how smart I am. But I digress...
Everyday after school, Blondie and I would walk home. We usually would end up going over her house and hanging out for a bit. 99% of the time we'd put on a movie. That movie was always, undoubtedly, Dirty Dancing.
Our Freshman year in high school, we had a joint birthday party (she was January 28th and I am February 2nd). What did we decide to do? We had a sleep-over, and planned to show a movie marathon with 5 movies from different decades. Each guest had to dress up as in the style of one of the movies. Our one friend Cart dressed as a Newsie, Fritzy (with her curly hair) dressed up as Baby from Dirty Dancing, I wore a 40's style dress a la Swing Kids, and Blondie rocked the cut-off sweatshirt made famous in Flashdance. (We also attempted to watch Saturday Night Fevor and Grease, so there was obviously a "musical" theme to the movies).
Every time the scene where Baby and Johnny dance on the log, we'd jump up on the coffee table and swing ourselves silly.
I've also discussed how, as I've aged, Dirty Dancing has been part of my life. Remember 'girl's don't poop or fart' John? Like I said, everytime I would stock the produce at work, "I carried a watermelon" would come out of his mouth.
So needless to say, this movie has had a pretty big impact on my life. Patrick Swayze danced and shimmied his way into my heart, and the world of movies will miss him.
So now, in honor of Johnny Castle,
I close my eyes...
Only for a moment and the moment's gone...
All my dreams...
Pass before my eyes a curiosity..
YOU'RE MY BOY, SWAYZE!
Yes, my health status sounds like a bad action movie sequel. But as the title of the post suggests, I have relapsed. I went to the doctor today and got a butt-load of drugs, blood taken, and a doctors note to be out of work until Tuesday.
There is really no good news about any of this, but a whole bunch of bad news:
I'm missing my start of school weekend for the first time in 7 years.
I won't see Achoo for a whole week because he leaves Sunday morning for his
I look like a hot mess.
I feel like a hotter mess.
My brain is starting to hurt. I'm going to keep this short. But let this be a warning to you all: if you get sick, really stay home and take care of yourself until you are better, and don't push it. It will only cause a relapse!
ps- I totally just spilled apple juice in my crotch. And I'm not wearing pants. I have an appley vagina...