I am going through serious guy withdrawal from the all women’s college I go to, so I spend way too much time talking to guys on AIM. This is hard because our network goes out intermittently. It is supposed to be fixed tomorrow.
I need some meat. The carnivore in me is dying and I am becoming anemic all because of the nasty dining hall food.
I have a headache.
My ex boyfriend just asked me on Saturday if I wanted to get together sometime. This made me very happy because I value his friendship a lot and I was afraid he would ignore me forever, but he was just busy.
I love my room this semseter. It is huge compared to my last room, which I lived in with another person (and her girlfriend, most of the time) and is now a single. This year my new roomie and I have bunk beds. And a turtle. We are living the good life.
One of my best friends is getting married in May, and the other bridesmaids and I finally sat down to start planning her bachelorette party. We’re going completely over the top with our theme, which is “the tackiest and most embarassing bachelorette party ever.” I’m sure I’ll be asking for suggestions for party activities from the Dopers.
Some of you know that I’ve had a really poopy year at work. The whole freaking past year. Today I got a bunch of news from the powers that be that makes me think things will start being somewhat less poopy. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
My White Elephant came in the mail today.
Mr. Del got a promotion at work yesterday. This was very, very welcome news.
I had a secret stash of brownies left over from Sunday’s NY Dope Picnic, so I had milk and brownies for breakfast today. It’s a good thing I’m too lazy to make these every day, or that would become my usual breakfast.
Hey Mags! If you’re serious about the teacher stuff, may I selfishly recommend that you consider the NYC Teaching Fellows program? My sister is in the program, so drop me a line if you want more info.
Now, on to the froof…
[ul][li]Yesterday and today I went to work! First time since Tuesday. We’re all crammed into emergency temporary space while we look for short-term temporary space to house us until we find long-term temporary space. Ack. I got to hang out with the big cheeses, which was fun. They were being silly and calling each other funny names. One woman had a bagel with lox which really stunk up the room we were in, and another guy threatened to start farting in retaliation.[/li]
[li]My friend is getting married on Saturday and I plan to wear strappy silver sandals.[/li]
[li]I really, really need a haircut.[/li]
[li]My ex-girlfriend called me last night. We had a nice chat.[/li]
[li]For the past week, I’ve been obsessive about email and any form of human contact I can get. My friends have been great about showing up at my house with food.[/li]
[li]There’s nothing like the scariest moment of your life to remind you that you could use some sex right about now. [/ul][/li]
Ok, so that last one was less froofy and more like a blantant plea for attention. Hey, it’s not like it’s gonna work or anything.
Oh, I hear you. I haven’t eaten non-fried meat in weeks. I don’t think they have non-fried meat in the South, except maybe barbecue. Since it’s all weird fried meat like catfish and pork chops (you do NOT fry pork chops! it is freaky and wrong!), I haven’t eaten any meat at all in almost two months, except for two pieces of chicken last Thursday.
I didn’t have lights or a refrigerator all weekend. I went grocery shopping last Wednesday, bought milk, chicken, all kinds of nifty frozen value-shopping things that would enable me to have a well-balanced diet, and the next day the refrigerator died, and Maintenance didn’t come until yesterday to fix it. Needless to say, all my milk, chicken and frozen value-shopping well-balanced-meal foods went bad.
Also, the overhead light died Friday night, and I lived in the dark all weekend.
I am sad because I miss Gunslinger, and I miss having a car so I could drive to the store, and I miss my high school social life, and did I mention I miss Gunslinger? Yet I am also deliriously happy because I love him love him love him and he loves me too. I am a walking clichéd love song. If I wasn’t me, I would hate me for being a smarmy toerag.
I just had to go get a new phone because my other one (I won’t say old one, because it was just a month old) won’t charge unless I tie it on to the base with rubber bands, and that was getting tiresome. I learned my lesson on that one and got one with a cord this time. We will see how long this one lasts. I am a little leary since it is made by Conair, but I figure, hell the can make blow-dryers, why not make the next logical step to phones…yeah…
My Goldfish, Lincoln, is swimming around in his tank looking all cute. Well as cute as a fish with one deformed wing can look, anyway.
We ordered a pizza for dinner. It was supposed to be half Pesto with Artichokes, but for some reason, they put Chicken on it so I couldn’t eat it, becasue I am a vegetarian. Arg, why can’t guys ever look at the pizza before sending away the pizza guy. I guess they don’t care, but I do.
In my speech class we were doing interview of other classmates and the person who was interviewing me found out that I was a triplet and announced it to the whole class. I hate when people do that. Now all people will know me for is for being a triplet, instead of whatever wonderful qualities I have. Sigh.
I just reorganized my clothes drawers and have sorted out all the shirts I am giving to the Salvation Army. I may need a truck to take all the clothes I don’t want anymore. Where did all that junk come from.
This is a nice thread. Everyone seems so… like real people here.
I’m kind of tired. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. A couple of nights ago, I was in a bad situation. I was sleeping at my boyfriend’s when I had this terrible nightmare about him being with an ex of his (a psycho ex that trails problems with her) and I woke up sobbing. Of course, he asked me what’s wrong. I know it sounds bizarre that I didn’t want to tell him what it was about, but it’s really better for all involved if I’m NOT traumatised by her presence in his life.
I, too, have homework I should be doing. I have to go into school early tomorrow so I can see a career counselor about which university to go to. So far, they have been very unhelpful.
Hmm… what else? I need to go shopping, I need clothes for a bar mitzvah that’s coming up, but I have shopping 'cause they never have nice clothes in my size.
I also have to figure out a way to work it so that my hair will not be blue for the bar mitzvah.
And a happy new year to all you Jewish Dopers out there!
You can tell I’m procrastinating cos I’m posting to the SDMB… normally I lurk around a bit, but I don’t really have time to write lots of posts. I have an anatomy lab test tomorrow which I should be studying for right now, but I just can’t bring myself to face all those horrible muscle attachments and cranial nerves - ick!
Lots of nice things are happening, though… it’s a lovely sunny day, and it’s getting to be Spring in this hemisphere. This weekend my best friend and I are going to my family’s holiday house (in Margaret River, a wine-growing region in the South-West of Oz) for a few days, and when I get back I will be house-sitting (and dalmatian-sitting!) for a couple of weeks for some friends who are going to the States. It’s a lovely house and Tasha, the dalmatian, is a real sweetie, so that will be nice, too.
I need sex, too, but I’m trying to teach myself to live without a man (since the break-up of a three-year relationship a few months back).
Vix - yes, I would like to hear more about that program and I will email you - I’ve been holding off because I figured you’d be drowning in concerned-for-your-life responses and might not be ready for snarky girl-talk. I’ll get right on it, though.
Coldfire - don’t you guys frown on posting those kind of pictures? Also, I’m sort of creeped out by the idea that handy might see them.
I’m glad people like this thread - I’ve felt guilty about obsessing about my everyday problems “at a time like this!!!” but it’s somehow comforting to take up the fabric of life again.
Apparently, my new roommate and I are NOT getting along better after all - I came home to a nasty note from her threatening to move out. I don’t think I can keep living with a person who constantly nags and complains and lectures me about things as if I’m a five-year-old.
My boy and I have been talking over me coming to New York for a month and trying it out - there just seem like so many ducks to get in a row first. Would I be able to find a job there, with the city being what it is right now? Am I ready to live with someone I’m dating? I live in such a friendly, comfortable place where I can safely walk to work. New York seems like such an overhwelming place at the best of times. I’ll be there the weekend of 9/28-9/30, though, and there is talk of a trip to Park Slope to see all you Brooklyn Doperfolk.
My kitty has developed an affinity for earwax. She tries to eat the Q-tips out of the garbage. It’s really disgusting, but I’m grateful she’s not going straight for the ear.
Well, the bad news is I went to the doctor and something is wrong with me. I have the wrong numbers of platelets, and I have to go back for another CBC in ten weeks to see if this is just a temporary condition related to stress, or if something is malfunctioning. Scary… Oh, and I HAVE TO quit smoking, no more fussypooting around. Argh.
The GOOD news is, I found a really nifty pair of jammie bottoms at the thrift store. 88 cents. Red and black plaid flannel and way too big for me. Comfy!! Wearing them right now with my Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and some purple socks. And I have new crayons. And I went to the PTO meeting tonight and did NOT get drafted into chairing any more committees. I killed a spider all by myself. My daughter told me a joke about her bellybutton falling off. And my kitties are all asleep and not eating my plants.
Told guy “I don’t think we should see each other anymore”
Guy’s response, “Why are you being weird?”
Just drank two beers and had some peanuts
Saw myself naked today and looked into getting my stomach stapled
Came home to find that my Main Dog (as opposed to my Emergancy Back Up Dog) had eaten a book I borrowed from my neighbor. Main dog’s life still hanging in balance.
Vix, babe, the next time I’m in NYC I shall lavish as much attention on you as you like before it gets very vaugely creepy.
Tomorrow- today now, since it’s half midnight- I’m going to pack for school. Thursday I leave with my father. I’m going to Massachusetts first to hang out with a few Dartmouth friends, and we’re heading over en masse when the dorms open on Sunday.
I’m really antsy to get back because all of my other friends are in school and have been for awhile. I’m also going through that long melencholy slide that happens any time Jennifer and I are going to spend any time apart. I’m afraid we’re not going to be able to see each other until December, but I hope that it will be earlier.
To pass the time I’ve been substitute teaching for mentally retarded kids. I’ve done a lot of volunteering there, and it’s where my mom works, so it’s familiar. I also have done a brief stint as a gay bookstore employee, and I made the happy discovery that not all books published by Naiad suck like a Hoover. (The queer women on this board will know exactly what I’m talking about.) Claire McNab is actually worth a read.
I’m on a diet right now. Very mixed success, but I’ve started working out every day and that’s going really well. I’m hoping to lose another twenty or so pounds during school.
Um… I’m listening to They Might Be Giants. So there.
Took my car in for an oil change yesterday, and it needs brakes and a muffler. It seems to be hitting the midlife crisis most cars go through.
Off from work yesterday and today. Spent a lot of it burning CD’s. I like making greatest hits CD’s to listen to in the car. But it makes me feel a bit silly because I used to do this with tapes when I was in middle school.
I want a Rockapella concert video.
And goddamit, I want to fly again! In my plane, I mean. The weather has been great lately, and I seriously doubt anyone is going to hijack my Piper Colt. There’s barely enough room in it for one person…
Sex would be good.
I can’t figure out how to get these two VCR’s to dub tapes. I’ve done it before, and it SHOULD work, but it doesn’t. When I figure it out, I’m going to rent the following movies and copy them: Baron Munchhausen, Fight Club, Boogie Nights, Three Kings, Hannibal.
We’re going to buy a trailer to tow behind our new van, so when we take a crowd of people to SCA events we actually have some storage space for suitcases and garb and armor and stuff like that. It’s a flatbed, and I get to figure out how to build a reasonably sturdy/secure/waterproof wooden box to put onto it.
I need a haircut.
Hey, wasn’t there talk a while back of starting a FWB club, or was that a different message board? I forget. Not that I’d be part of it, but it pains me to see such neat people pining for some human contact…
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[li] I have a new love. Her name is k.d. lang. I picked up one of her CDs at the used CD store (Invincible Summer) and her voice is just…just…My favorite song on it is Consequences of Falling (click on the link under the Invincible Summer album. :sigh: Awesome.[/li][li]I’m going on vacation with my hubby tomorrow to celebrate our 10th anniversary. Wow - 10 years! This is where we’re going to stay! :)[/li][li]Hubby is insisting on buying me these wicked good shoes I saw when Persephone, CrankyAsAnOldMan and I got together. They’re Nine West dress pumps (not on their web site yet though): red satin across the toes with a red satin strap set with red and white jewels that goes around your ankle. Dead sexy baby! I’ll wear them despite the fact that I don’t have to dress up for work and that the last thing I need is another pair of red shoes! :D[/li][li]I’m finally busy at work. And yet, here I am - posting on the Dope.[/li][li]I think we’ve finally found a new home church that we both like. A good thing.[/li][li]I think I’m going to insist that vix join us for the Midwest Chick Dope. You simply must come, darling![/li]I’m wearing my lavender suede jacket today that I wore to the Ann Arbor Dope last year. I love my little leather jacket.[/ul]
Lessee, I own a pair of red Bass cowboy boots: square toed with red ponyskin on the top. I own a pair of red Nine West casual sandles with a chunky heel. I own a pair of red stretchy fabric loafers with a thick rubber sole. Hmmmm…am I missing any?
I guess not. Only three so far…but I’m working on it! Whenever I look at shoes, it’s the red ones that always catch my eye.
I ate a whole plate of Steak-N-Shakes thin little french fries last night by dipping them in my chocolate malt. And before you look aghast at me and call me a freak, I’ll have you know it was delicious!
