So I believe I left off with the question of why I haven't done anything about my current life predicament. Here's what you need to know:
*I change my mind. A lot. Like every other day.
*If you asked me to list things I could see myself doing for the rest of my life, I could easily list 7. Which is a lot when you're trying to make a life-changing decision.
*I have a really good life in Boise. One full of family and friends that are like a second family. 98 percent of the time I have a fan-freakin-tastic time and life couldn't be better.
*I have this problem where I can't make a decision that affects myself without considering how it would affect a certain handful of people (namely my immediate family. Times are a little rough and I don't feel it's responsible of me to gamble with my life when it kind of gambles with their lives too.).
*I second-guess myself. A lot. Apparently, I'm not a risk-taker and fear plays a huge role in the decision-making process.
On the other hand of the spectrum, however:
*I'm a very restless person. I almost always have to be doing something.
*I always pictured myself somewhere completely different from where I'm at now. See this post for related information. It's also one of my favorites.
*My sister is currently living in Russia. Something I thought I would be more likely to do than her (not necessarily the Russian thing. But the living abroad thing.) It definitely bothers me that I'm still living in Idaho, still working in retail, and still no where closer to achieving any of my big plans.
So yeah. Every three months or so, I go through this funk. It basically consumes my entire life. I yell at myself for still living in Boise, for not going to graduate school, for not moving somewhere to experience life a little differently. I kick myself for not taking advantage of this carefree time in my life, the time when I could do anything I wanted. And then sometimes I make plans. For instance, last fall, I decided I was ready to leave. I decided I wanted to be a teacher. I decided that Portland was a good place to accomplish both (it also helped that PIC and Disco Pierre* had decided to move there too). And so I looked into school. And places to live. And then life got fun again and those plans completely fizzled out. Which really didn't surprise me or anyone else. Because that's how I roll.
And that's still how I roll. My current plan is to move to Greece. Don't ask me what I will do there. It just sounds fun and exotic and like it would make other people jealous. Don't worry, though. Tomorrow, I'll probably want to become a dentist. Basically what I'm saying is this: it's a good thing I still have four years left to figure my shit out. Because I'm going to need it.
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*From here on out, M2J2 is now Disco Pierre. As in 'Disco Pierre Knead Stoner.' As in inside joke.
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Some people's kids...
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Just a quick little rant (I will actually try and be quick this time. Just for you M2J2!)
The weekend was mostly spent hanging out with The Circle. We went on a crazy dirt-road adventure, saw a fox, and had a no-hands, loser-buys-ice-cream balancing contest. And then I almost died when I foolishly agreed to race The Range Boy up a mountain (not just any mountain. The steepest mountain in all the world). I lost, even with my 300 yard head start. It was a sad day.
In between all of that and the sweet barbecue we had in the park yesterday, we stopped at my apartment to visit my hammock and get Transformers for the BFF to FINALLY watch*. The boy roommate** and the girlfriend were there, but not for long. As they were leaving, I asked them where they were going. The girlfriend said something about a movie, and the conversation ended when she said something along the lines of "...just somewhere childless."
Now, she could have been referring to something completely different, some completely separate situation of her day, but I took this comment as a direct attack on me and my friends. Because, of course Princess Ballerina was with us. It's not The Circle without her. And I get that some people don't like kids and never want to have them. But here's the thing: we'd been there for maybe 5 minutes. Princess Ballerina is probably the best behaved child ever and we were all outside on the deck, far from the boy roommate's room. And is it really allowed for someone who is basically still a child herself to make a comment like that? Yeah, I didn't think so.
So then I started thinking about all the people I know who say they don't want kids. And the same holds true for the majority of them. They're all kids themselves, barely over 18, just barely starting their own individual lives. It's easy to think that you don't want a child when there's one running around, screaming, and putting their sticky hands everywhere. No one wants that. But that one child isn't representative of the millions of other children in the world, and it certainly isn't representative of a future child.
Basically, it all boils down to this: "Judge not, lest ye be judged." If the girlfriend had stuck around, she might have gotten the chance to hang out with the funniest 3 year old I know, the one who says 'Holla!' and shakes her booty with the best of them. And she would have been very lucky...
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*We attempted to watch Transformers last night. As usual, BFF fell asleep. During TRANSFORMERS! Only she can get away with this and not make me want to hit her.
**If the boy roommate happens to read this, know that I'm not mad. I just thought it was weird. And then I wrote about it.
The weekend was mostly spent hanging out with The Circle. We went on a crazy dirt-road adventure, saw a fox, and had a no-hands, loser-buys-ice-cream balancing contest. And then I almost died when I foolishly agreed to race The Range Boy up a mountain (not just any mountain. The steepest mountain in all the world). I lost, even with my 300 yard head start. It was a sad day.
In between all of that and the sweet barbecue we had in the park yesterday, we stopped at my apartment to visit my hammock and get Transformers for the BFF to FINALLY watch*. The boy roommate** and the girlfriend were there, but not for long. As they were leaving, I asked them where they were going. The girlfriend said something about a movie, and the conversation ended when she said something along the lines of "...just somewhere childless."
Now, she could have been referring to something completely different, some completely separate situation of her day, but I took this comment as a direct attack on me and my friends. Because, of course Princess Ballerina was with us. It's not The Circle without her. And I get that some people don't like kids and never want to have them. But here's the thing: we'd been there for maybe 5 minutes. Princess Ballerina is probably the best behaved child ever and we were all outside on the deck, far from the boy roommate's room. And is it really allowed for someone who is basically still a child herself to make a comment like that? Yeah, I didn't think so.
So then I started thinking about all the people I know who say they don't want kids. And the same holds true for the majority of them. They're all kids themselves, barely over 18, just barely starting their own individual lives. It's easy to think that you don't want a child when there's one running around, screaming, and putting their sticky hands everywhere. No one wants that. But that one child isn't representative of the millions of other children in the world, and it certainly isn't representative of a future child.
Basically, it all boils down to this: "Judge not, lest ye be judged." If the girlfriend had stuck around, she might have gotten the chance to hang out with the funniest 3 year old I know, the one who says 'Holla!' and shakes her booty with the best of them. And she would have been very lucky...
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*We attempted to watch Transformers last night. As usual, BFF fell asleep. During TRANSFORMERS! Only she can get away with this and not make me want to hit her.
**If the boy roommate happens to read this, know that I'm not mad. I just thought it was weird. And then I wrote about it.
The Mountain
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It dawned on me that I haven't yet shared any of the hilarious stories involving The BFF. And that, my friends, is truly sad. So why don't we fix that right now?!
I'm not really sure why this story popped into my head. But it's a good one.
The year-2003.
The place-Towers Hall. Fourth floor. BSide (which you must say like a gangsta. BSiiide!)
Quick sidenote: BFF entered the real world (i.e. she got a real job!) a little earlier than the rest of us BSiders. And because we eliminated the entire notion of a reasonable bedtime the minute our parents dropped us off, she spent the majority of her time at The Pro's apartment. When we were lucky enough for her to grace us with her presence, however, happiness and hilarity ensued. Back to the story...
Sometime during Spring semester, BFF and I decided that it would be a great idea to make strawberry daquiris. In the dorm (hey-we had a non-existent RA. It was only fair that we broke all the rules.). A not-so-great idea? Relying on The Pro to get us the rum. Ever had strawberry daquiris with Captain Morgan? Not so good. But trying to be the hardcore alcoholics that college freshman are supposed to be, we drank them. And bought some Coke from the vending machine and drank that.
(BFF! Remember how John hung out with us that night? That was weird. But fun. And I saw him two Wednesday-dinners ago at Angels. Still the same, old John. Which is refreshingly awesome. And where was Ashlee when we did this?)
LifeCoach also happened to be around that night, hanging out with TCox, and whoever else happened to be around. And being the responsible, soon-t0-be RA that she was, she checked in on us to make sure we weren't attempting to fly out the windows. And then she decided that we were being too loud. And so we went for a drive.
Another quick sidenote: LifeCoach is not the best driver in the world. In fact, I can't remember the last time she drove anywhere. But really, it is for the best. The world is a safer place. Love you, LifeCoach!
So, seeing as how BFF, LifeCoach and I were not fit to drive (BFF and I being under the influence and LifeCoach just being a bad driver), I'm sure your wondering how this act even took place. TCox made it all possible (Not sure if that was a good idea. Especially since I let him drive my car. Up a mountain.)
That's right. We took a drunken drive up a mountain. From what I remember, it was a good drive. Until we had to pee. Drunken pee cannot wait, especially when it is sloshing around your bladder as you careen around mountain curves. And so TCox pulled over. And BFF and I climbed up the hill we were next to to attend to business.
Have you ever peed on a hill? It might seem like a good idea, as the pee runs downhill and eliminates the risk of falling into it. However, a new risk arises. And that is getting pee on your shoes. Which I did. I'm hoping I wasn't wearing flip-flops.
Not the best story involving the BFF, by far. Next time, I'll fill you in on the night we went swimming. On a water bed. And how I lost my sock, my phone, my school ID, and my room key. And how the BFF spilled beer all over TCox's room and my camera. And how everyone thought that she secretly had a leather catsuit hidden in a closet somewhere.
Crap. I pretty much just told the whole story. You're lucky. Two stories in one post. And it wasn't even that long. Maybe M2J2 will read the whole thing this time.
I'm not really sure why this story popped into my head. But it's a good one.
The year-2003.
The place-Towers Hall. Fourth floor. BSide (which you must say like a gangsta. BSiiide!)
Quick sidenote: BFF entered the real world (i.e. she got a real job!) a little earlier than the rest of us BSiders. And because we eliminated the entire notion of a reasonable bedtime the minute our parents dropped us off, she spent the majority of her time at The Pro's apartment. When we were lucky enough for her to grace us with her presence, however, happiness and hilarity ensued. Back to the story...
Sometime during Spring semester, BFF and I decided that it would be a great idea to make strawberry daquiris. In the dorm (hey-we had a non-existent RA. It was only fair that we broke all the rules.). A not-so-great idea? Relying on The Pro to get us the rum. Ever had strawberry daquiris with Captain Morgan? Not so good. But trying to be the hardcore alcoholics that college freshman are supposed to be, we drank them. And bought some Coke from the vending machine and drank that.
(BFF! Remember how John hung out with us that night? That was weird. But fun. And I saw him two Wednesday-dinners ago at Angels. Still the same, old John. Which is refreshingly awesome. And where was Ashlee when we did this?)
LifeCoach also happened to be around that night, hanging out with TCox, and whoever else happened to be around. And being the responsible, soon-t0-be RA that she was, she checked in on us to make sure we weren't attempting to fly out the windows. And then she decided that we were being too loud. And so we went for a drive.
Another quick sidenote: LifeCoach is not the best driver in the world. In fact, I can't remember the last time she drove anywhere. But really, it is for the best. The world is a safer place. Love you, LifeCoach!
So, seeing as how BFF, LifeCoach and I were not fit to drive (BFF and I being under the influence and LifeCoach just being a bad driver), I'm sure your wondering how this act even took place. TCox made it all possible (Not sure if that was a good idea. Especially since I let him drive my car. Up a mountain.)
That's right. We took a drunken drive up a mountain. From what I remember, it was a good drive. Until we had to pee. Drunken pee cannot wait, especially when it is sloshing around your bladder as you careen around mountain curves. And so TCox pulled over. And BFF and I climbed up the hill we were next to to attend to business.
Have you ever peed on a hill? It might seem like a good idea, as the pee runs downhill and eliminates the risk of falling into it. However, a new risk arises. And that is getting pee on your shoes. Which I did. I'm hoping I wasn't wearing flip-flops.
Not the best story involving the BFF, by far. Next time, I'll fill you in on the night we went swimming. On a water bed. And how I lost my sock, my phone, my school ID, and my room key. And how the BFF spilled beer all over TCox's room and my camera. And how everyone thought that she secretly had a leather catsuit hidden in a closet somewhere.
Crap. I pretty much just told the whole story. You're lucky. Two stories in one post. And it wasn't even that long. Maybe M2J2 will read the whole thing this time.
And the winner is...
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...ME!!!
For the people I talk to everyday, this will be old news. But it is still great news. Friday is not only my payday, but it's also the day I get my $400 gift card that I won for working sooo hard! Don't worry-this is somewhat true. I did actually have to earn my entries into the lottery for said gift card. I just wouldn't call my work hard by any means. Slow, boring, overrated? Yes. Time-sucking and all-consuming? Yes. But I won't whine about the whole 44 hour thing. At least until the $400 is gone.
Plans for the money? P.F. Changs, maybe a massage, and maybe a ridiculously expensive raft for the summer. Maybe I will save some. And I'm even rewarding my lovely staff with an all-expense paid dinner. Because yes, I do realize that just because I am in charge of the store doesn't mean I get all the credit for making the sales go 'round. Just in case anyone was wondering.
As for a life update, I spent the weekend puppy sitting for The Artiste and PIC & M2J2. Not that any of their dogs are puppies anymore; it's just more fun to call them that. We definitely had a grand old time, full of toe-licking, toy-chasing fun. It is definitely apparent, however, that my schedule and a puppy would not get along. Someday, though. And yes-I might even get a cat. But only one that is trained to swat like a ninja whenever QS and The Pro are near.
Speaking of The Circle, we had a groundbreaking meeting this weekend. I'm not sure if I am allowed to discuss all the details, but I will say that we are now one member less. A sad, but entirely necessary thing.
Completely switching gears. I'm in a weird mood. And maybe it's because I feel like I'm in a weird place. Not a good or bad place. Just weird. One thing I have figured out, though, is that as long as I keep myself busy, then I'm completely happy with my life. It's the downtime that gets to me. Solution: No downtime! Good thing summer is almost officially here!
This was originally intended to be a much more entertaining blog. And then it turned into this. My apologies. I will do better next time! For now, I'm thinking a new summer mix is in order. A little Enrique, a little Asher Roth, a little bit of heaven!
Kirk out. (Go see Star Trek. Definitely worth it, if only for Chris Pine!)
For the people I talk to everyday, this will be old news. But it is still great news. Friday is not only my payday, but it's also the day I get my $400 gift card that I won for working sooo hard! Don't worry-this is somewhat true. I did actually have to earn my entries into the lottery for said gift card. I just wouldn't call my work hard by any means. Slow, boring, overrated? Yes. Time-sucking and all-consuming? Yes. But I won't whine about the whole 44 hour thing. At least until the $400 is gone.
Plans for the money? P.F. Changs, maybe a massage, and maybe a ridiculously expensive raft for the summer. Maybe I will save some. And I'm even rewarding my lovely staff with an all-expense paid dinner. Because yes, I do realize that just because I am in charge of the store doesn't mean I get all the credit for making the sales go 'round. Just in case anyone was wondering.
As for a life update, I spent the weekend puppy sitting for The Artiste and PIC & M2J2. Not that any of their dogs are puppies anymore; it's just more fun to call them that. We definitely had a grand old time, full of toe-licking, toy-chasing fun. It is definitely apparent, however, that my schedule and a puppy would not get along. Someday, though. And yes-I might even get a cat. But only one that is trained to swat like a ninja whenever QS and The Pro are near.
Speaking of The Circle, we had a groundbreaking meeting this weekend. I'm not sure if I am allowed to discuss all the details, but I will say that we are now one member less. A sad, but entirely necessary thing.
Completely switching gears. I'm in a weird mood. And maybe it's because I feel like I'm in a weird place. Not a good or bad place. Just weird. One thing I have figured out, though, is that as long as I keep myself busy, then I'm completely happy with my life. It's the downtime that gets to me. Solution: No downtime! Good thing summer is almost officially here!
This was originally intended to be a much more entertaining blog. And then it turned into this. My apologies. I will do better next time! For now, I'm thinking a new summer mix is in order. A little Enrique, a little Asher Roth, a little bit of heaven!
Kirk out. (Go see Star Trek. Definitely worth it, if only for Chris Pine!)
Another Saturday night...
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...and I ain't go nobody. I got some money, cause I just got paid."
Ten points to the first person who can tell me who sings that song.
Anyways-yes, it is Saturday night and I ain't go nobody. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. My mom came to visit me this week, and for some reason, the boy roommate and the girlfriend decided to stay at our apartment pretty much the whole time. While the girlfriend's apartment sat empty. Anyone else think that's weird? I thought so. Therefore, I'm glad that I have the whole place to myself. I made some spaghetti and garlic bread and I'm currently watching a Miley Cyrus special. Thank goodness for cable.
But enough about my loser of a Saturday night. Let's talk about SUMMER! Forget about the fact that it's currently raining outside; I've decided that May is the kickoff month. Starting with the super awesome kickoff party that will take place next weekend. Originally supposed to be the weigh-out party for the C.O.T and Swoobs' graduation celebration, it has since morphed into something different, due to the fact that Swoobs' has been officially nominated for impeachment from The Circle. Plus, we are all too lazy and decided that losing weight is over-rated. Details have yet to be finalized. Just know that it will be awesome.
Here's a list of everything else that I'm excited about.
(Please excuse the list format. Apparently, I am long-winded, and people like M2J2 don't have enough time in their busy lives to read about life as I know it. Boo, you whores!)
2. TAYLOR SWIFT! May 17th will be one of the best days of my life. Call me a loser, but I know you're jealous that you don't have tickets.
3. BOSTON 2009. The sister is graduating. Not only do we get to stay in the dorms, but I'm making sure that I make it to the coast to experience some real New England seafood. Even if I'm the only one.
4. Fourth of July. One of my top 3 holidays and it's even on a Saturday! It will be spent celebrating in Idaho Falls, because they do it up RIGHT! (Except for when it's on a Sunday, but let's NOT get into that.)
5. JOURNEY! Didn't go the first time they came, and seriously regretted it. Won't happen again.
6. The C.O.T. Cabin Trip. It was legendary last year, and I know it won't dissapoint this year.
7. The Roommate's Wedding! Sad that it will be our official get-together of 2009, but I'm so excited for it anyways! Mt. Rushmore and the dance floor-watch out! Here I come.
8. Patio Parties. Have you seen my patio/deck? Pure awesomness. Just wait until I get a hammock.
9. Floating adventures. The river has proven to be a damn. good. time. My raft's still in my trunk. I'm so ready.
10. VEGAS! Don't actually have a trip planned, but I seriously think this should change.
This is just a small list. There are thousands of other things involved in summertime. My flip-flops are ready, I bought new sunglasses, and the Summer 2009 mix is a work in-progress. Now if only my skin wasn't so blindingly white.
Ten points to the first person who can tell me who sings that song.
Anyways-yes, it is Saturday night and I ain't go nobody. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. My mom came to visit me this week, and for some reason, the boy roommate and the girlfriend decided to stay at our apartment pretty much the whole time. While the girlfriend's apartment sat empty. Anyone else think that's weird? I thought so. Therefore, I'm glad that I have the whole place to myself. I made some spaghetti and garlic bread and I'm currently watching a Miley Cyrus special. Thank goodness for cable.
But enough about my loser of a Saturday night. Let's talk about SUMMER! Forget about the fact that it's currently raining outside; I've decided that May is the kickoff month. Starting with the super awesome kickoff party that will take place next weekend. Originally supposed to be the weigh-out party for the C.O.T and Swoobs' graduation celebration, it has since morphed into something different, due to the fact that Swoobs' has been officially nominated for impeachment from The Circle. Plus, we are all too lazy and decided that losing weight is over-rated. Details have yet to be finalized. Just know that it will be awesome.
Here's a list of everything else that I'm excited about.
(Please excuse the list format. Apparently, I am long-winded, and people like M2J2 don't have enough time in their busy lives to read about life as I know it. Boo, you whores!)
2. TAYLOR SWIFT! May 17th will be one of the best days of my life. Call me a loser, but I know you're jealous that you don't have tickets.
3. BOSTON 2009. The sister is graduating. Not only do we get to stay in the dorms, but I'm making sure that I make it to the coast to experience some real New England seafood. Even if I'm the only one.
4. Fourth of July. One of my top 3 holidays and it's even on a Saturday! It will be spent celebrating in Idaho Falls, because they do it up RIGHT! (Except for when it's on a Sunday, but let's NOT get into that.)
5. JOURNEY! Didn't go the first time they came, and seriously regretted it. Won't happen again.
6. The C.O.T. Cabin Trip. It was legendary last year, and I know it won't dissapoint this year.
7. The Roommate's Wedding! Sad that it will be our official get-together of 2009, but I'm so excited for it anyways! Mt. Rushmore and the dance floor-watch out! Here I come.
8. Patio Parties. Have you seen my patio/deck? Pure awesomness. Just wait until I get a hammock.
9. Floating adventures. The river has proven to be a damn. good. time. My raft's still in my trunk. I'm so ready.
10. VEGAS! Don't actually have a trip planned, but I seriously think this should change.
This is just a small list. There are thousands of other things involved in summertime. My flip-flops are ready, I bought new sunglasses, and the Summer 2009 mix is a work in-progress. Now if only my skin wasn't so blindingly white.
Days like these...
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First, I have to make some changes to the cast list. From here on out:
The Vandal is now QS.
The Golfer is now The Pro (he is lucky he gets this name, since he picked it out. And it is true, he is The Pro. At procrastinating, whining, ordering expensive food, and not being successful at anything having to do with water).
And together, they are starting a blog (thanks to me!). It should be a funny one. But we will see.
Anyways, blacklight golfing was fun, Tucanos (the new Brazilian grill) is lame because it is closed on Sundays, BFF makes damn good cupcakes, and the boys tried to teach us this new game called Pyramid, which is actually just Egyptian Rat Screw. I was definitely off my game last night and sucked it up. There's always next time, though.
Today pretty much sucked. I woke up late (as usual), work sucked, I had the worst headache, and had to use M2J2 and PIC's computer to do some lame work shit. Whoever thought that working 50 hours but only getting paid for 40 hours was a good idea was a complete asshole. I will find ways to make up for it though. Its just the way of the world.
The dog is currently trying to chew through the box and get her toy out. What an awesomely mean game! M2J2 is pretty much an awesomely mean person though.
Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and apparently The Artiste and I have a new tradition. She just had TAD in January and is fully ready to celebrate. Just like we did last year. So it is kind of like her one holiday out a year. We will see what happens!
I still need to add new cast members. But I'm tired and still grouchy. So suck it.
The Vandal is now QS.
The Golfer is now The Pro (he is lucky he gets this name, since he picked it out. And it is true, he is The Pro. At procrastinating, whining, ordering expensive food, and not being successful at anything having to do with water).
And together, they are starting a blog (thanks to me!). It should be a funny one. But we will see.
Anyways, blacklight golfing was fun, Tucanos (the new Brazilian grill) is lame because it is closed on Sundays, BFF makes damn good cupcakes, and the boys tried to teach us this new game called Pyramid, which is actually just Egyptian Rat Screw. I was definitely off my game last night and sucked it up. There's always next time, though.
Today pretty much sucked. I woke up late (as usual), work sucked, I had the worst headache, and had to use M2J2 and PIC's computer to do some lame work shit. Whoever thought that working 50 hours but only getting paid for 40 hours was a good idea was a complete asshole. I will find ways to make up for it though. Its just the way of the world.
The dog is currently trying to chew through the box and get her toy out. What an awesomely mean game! M2J2 is pretty much an awesomely mean person though.
Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and apparently The Artiste and I have a new tradition. She just had TAD in January and is fully ready to celebrate. Just like we did last year. So it is kind of like her one holiday out a year. We will see what happens!
I still need to add new cast members. But I'm tired and still grouchy. So suck it.
Weekend Update
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Witty Poeticism
So far, my weekend has been pretty uneventful. Went to bed early last night, worked today, and then I got to see Miss R (my cousin from IF) at her gymnastics competition! Despite the fact that it lasted approximately 3 hours longer than it should have, it was a good time! She can flip with the best of them. I am always amazed at the thighs gymnasts have. How do they find pants that fit both their waist and thighs? I would probably just wear a lot of skirts.
But enough about thighs! Tomorrow I get to mini-golf it up in honor of The Golfer's birthday. I'm sure I will dominate (unless any of the holes have a raised cup. Anybody know what I'm talking about? They get me every time.), but in case I don't, at least there will be cake! That wraps this installment up, with the exception of this...
M2J2, this rap is just for you.
You've got a cute dog and a very cool wife,
But living in Boise is causing you some strife.
Take my advice and live and let be,
Because without this town, you wouldn't have met me!
Heeyyy! Who's a rapper now?
But enough about thighs! Tomorrow I get to mini-golf it up in honor of The Golfer's birthday. I'm sure I will dominate (unless any of the holes have a raised cup. Anybody know what I'm talking about? They get me every time.), but in case I don't, at least there will be cake! That wraps this installment up, with the exception of this...
M2J2, this rap is just for you.
You've got a cute dog and a very cool wife,
But living in Boise is causing you some strife.
Take my advice and live and let be,
Because without this town, you wouldn't have met me!
Heeyyy! Who's a rapper now?
The characters in my life...
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The PIC,
The Roommate
First of all, I am aware that no one can post comments on my blog. I guess that's what I get for trying to be fancy. I'm working on fixing it, but without a real computer, it's a little challenging.
Second, after being yelled at twice, I decided that today is the day I post the cast list of the story that is my life. I'm starting slowly, with just the people that were afore- mentioned and the people who play a daily part.
Introducing Partner-In-Crime (aka PIC): Met her at Old Navy a mere three or so years ago, but it feels like I grew up with her. When we're together, our IQ's drop considerably, but the FQ (Fun Quotient) basically doubles! She's married to M2-J2, has the best little dog ever, is obsessed with crafting, and I can always count on her to eat french fries with me, dance (almost) all night long, and pick my drunk ass up (unless it's too far away. Bitch!).
M2-J2: Married to PIC, loves Star Wars, and has a film degree from UofA, hates Boise and basically belongs somewhere in the music industry. Loves Guitar Hero. Scared me when I first met him, but now he's awesome! Just don't ever try and use one of his brand-new toothbrushes. You'll hear about it for years to come!
The BFF: Best friends since junior high, basically like a second sister and now my second mom! Married to The Golfer, actual mother to Princess Ballerina, and co-founder of The Circle of Trust (see below). Wouldn't know what to do without her! I think I will always have to live in the same town as her. Otherwise, I'd go crazy.
LifeCoach (LC. NOT too ever be confused with that girl from that show that my LC would never voluntarily watch.): Met our freshman year of college, bonded over her love of Gap hoodies and my employee discount. Only person on our floor that actually did well that first semester. She loves eggplants, Anthropologie, and shopping. I totally predicted her marriage and it came true shortly after. Had the best Bully ever and now the best Bruce ever. Should basically become a real life LifeCoach, as she has helped me find and led me down the right path numerous times. When we are old, we are starting a Ladies who Lunch club.
The Roommate: Lived with her all four years of college. Didn't always get along. Bonded for life our senior year all because of a brand new couch. Currently lives in South Dakota and is getting married in August.
The Hot One: Lived together freshman and sophomore year. She got smokin' hot somewhere in between sophomore and junior year. Hates it when you show pictures of her freshman year! Loves football, basketball, and horses. Currently lives in PTown and doesn't visit me nearly as often as she should!
The Artiste: Grew up with The Hot One, definitely intimidated me when we first met. Married to The Backbreaker, mother to DAD and TED. Loved the outdoors, loves to paint (although she hasn't had much time for it lately!). Throws sweet parties. Will always remember her for 'rocking the Winnie' and for getting lost downtown.
The Circle of Trust: Founded by the BFF and the Golfer. Is a very exclusive, high-class group that has extreme membership standards. Must be born into or unanimously voted into, and you must be willing to travel, eat out a lot, and suffer through the boys' basketball games. Basically my second family! Other members include:
Princess Ballerina
KKK
The Doctor
Swoobs (not an official nickname, as she hates it. Once birthday present is received, it will be reviewed.)
The Vandal
The Range Boy
Other minor, but just as important players:
The Lifer-only person I know who still works at Old Navy. Awesome bowler, married to The Cowboy, lives too far away to hang out regularly.
The Boy Roommate-current roommate, met at Old Navy. Birthday is Tuesday. Party is Saturday!
The Cheer King-former employee at BCBG. He still works there, coaches cheer on the side, and is working on his cosmetology degree. Just turned 21. Crazy fun!
I'm sure I forgot people. But that is what updates are for! As for me, time to actually start working! A real update will come soon!
Second, after being yelled at twice, I decided that today is the day I post the cast list of the story that is my life. I'm starting slowly, with just the people that were afore- mentioned and the people who play a daily part.
Introducing Partner-In-Crime (aka PIC): Met her at Old Navy a mere three or so years ago, but it feels like I grew up with her. When we're together, our IQ's drop considerably, but the FQ (Fun Quotient) basically doubles! She's married to M2-J2, has the best little dog ever, is obsessed with crafting, and I can always count on her to eat french fries with me, dance (almost) all night long, and pick my drunk ass up (unless it's too far away. Bitch!).
M2-J2: Married to PIC, loves Star Wars, and has a film degree from UofA, hates Boise and basically belongs somewhere in the music industry. Loves Guitar Hero. Scared me when I first met him, but now he's awesome! Just don't ever try and use one of his brand-new toothbrushes. You'll hear about it for years to come!
The BFF: Best friends since junior high, basically like a second sister and now my second mom! Married to The Golfer, actual mother to Princess Ballerina, and co-founder of The Circle of Trust (see below). Wouldn't know what to do without her! I think I will always have to live in the same town as her. Otherwise, I'd go crazy.
LifeCoach (LC. NOT too ever be confused with that girl from that show that my LC would never voluntarily watch.): Met our freshman year of college, bonded over her love of Gap hoodies and my employee discount. Only person on our floor that actually did well that first semester. She loves eggplants, Anthropologie, and shopping. I totally predicted her marriage and it came true shortly after. Had the best Bully ever and now the best Bruce ever. Should basically become a real life LifeCoach, as she has helped me find and led me down the right path numerous times. When we are old, we are starting a Ladies who Lunch club.
The Roommate: Lived with her all four years of college. Didn't always get along. Bonded for life our senior year all because of a brand new couch. Currently lives in South Dakota and is getting married in August.
The Hot One: Lived together freshman and sophomore year. She got smokin' hot somewhere in between sophomore and junior year. Hates it when you show pictures of her freshman year! Loves football, basketball, and horses. Currently lives in PTown and doesn't visit me nearly as often as she should!
The Artiste: Grew up with The Hot One, definitely intimidated me when we first met. Married to The Backbreaker, mother to DAD and TED. Loved the outdoors, loves to paint (although she hasn't had much time for it lately!). Throws sweet parties. Will always remember her for 'rocking the Winnie' and for getting lost downtown.
The Circle of Trust: Founded by the BFF and the Golfer. Is a very exclusive, high-class group that has extreme membership standards. Must be born into or unanimously voted into, and you must be willing to travel, eat out a lot, and suffer through the boys' basketball games. Basically my second family! Other members include:
Princess Ballerina
KKK
The Doctor
Swoobs (not an official nickname, as she hates it. Once birthday present is received, it will be reviewed.)
The Vandal
The Range Boy
Other minor, but just as important players:
The Lifer-only person I know who still works at Old Navy. Awesome bowler, married to The Cowboy, lives too far away to hang out regularly.
The Boy Roommate-current roommate, met at Old Navy. Birthday is Tuesday. Party is Saturday!
The Cheer King-former employee at BCBG. He still works there, coaches cheer on the side, and is working on his cosmetology degree. Just turned 21. Crazy fun!
I'm sure I forgot people. But that is what updates are for! As for me, time to actually start working! A real update will come soon!
I KILL YOU!
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Work As I Know It
I find it ironic that when I actually have something to blog about, its the same day that my internet decides to not work. And by not work, I basically mean that the person I was stealing internet from decided to wisen up and install a security key. So I suppose I can't really be that upset about it. So anyways, this post is coming to you via my phone. My apologies for no pictures, but take what you can get!
This past weekend was a good one. We had a 'get-together' at my apartment on Friday and there were good times and good people. I especially had a good time, even though my beer pong skills were not up to par. Some practicing is definitely in order.
Saturday I had to go to work for exactly 40 minutes in order to hit my 44 hour mark. Don't get me started on the ridiculousness that is my 44 hour work week. I will post about that later! The rest of the day, however, was spent napping (my favorite!) and then Guitar Hero-ing with Mike until Brittany got home.
Sunday was super, as The C.O.T. had a Super Bowl party complete with quesadillas, wings, pizza, chips and dip, and fruit pizza (gotta throw something a little healthy into the mix!). I was sad that the Cardinals couldn't pull off a win, but that last catch by the Steelers was amazing and I am just glad that it was a good game.
I'm sure you might be wondering about my blog title. It's simple-sometimes I want to inflict great pain on certain people. On Friday, certain people were Will and Joel who kept beating Richard and me at beer pong. At work, certain people are the kids that rattle the gate when we're closed and then, once I give them A Look, they proceed to drag their slimy hands along my window. And sometimes, certain people are even my close friends (none of whom have access to this lovely blog of mine). Has anyone ever had a lopsided friendship? One where you put in more effort than the other person? I'm usually very tolerant of this (probably because I tend to think the best of people. Also because I secretly hope karma will repay me in the future!), but the last month or so, the tolerance has faded. I'm sick of always being the one to remember birthdays and spend hours and tons of money on the perfect present only to be rewarded with nothing in return. I know this is a trivial issue to be worrying about, but its high on my irritation list at the moment. For once, I would like to be put first. But enough about that. Dwelling on the issue will only lead to more bitterness, and so I'm just going to focus on the good times.
I'm sure I've rambled on enough for all of you. And so I shall conclude. Besides, my thumbs are tired.
This past weekend was a good one. We had a 'get-together' at my apartment on Friday and there were good times and good people. I especially had a good time, even though my beer pong skills were not up to par. Some practicing is definitely in order.
Saturday I had to go to work for exactly 40 minutes in order to hit my 44 hour mark. Don't get me started on the ridiculousness that is my 44 hour work week. I will post about that later! The rest of the day, however, was spent napping (my favorite!) and then Guitar Hero-ing with Mike until Brittany got home.
Sunday was super, as The C.O.T. had a Super Bowl party complete with quesadillas, wings, pizza, chips and dip, and fruit pizza (gotta throw something a little healthy into the mix!). I was sad that the Cardinals couldn't pull off a win, but that last catch by the Steelers was amazing and I am just glad that it was a good game.
I'm sure you might be wondering about my blog title. It's simple-sometimes I want to inflict great pain on certain people. On Friday, certain people were Will and Joel who kept beating Richard and me at beer pong. At work, certain people are the kids that rattle the gate when we're closed and then, once I give them A Look, they proceed to drag their slimy hands along my window. And sometimes, certain people are even my close friends (none of whom have access to this lovely blog of mine). Has anyone ever had a lopsided friendship? One where you put in more effort than the other person? I'm usually very tolerant of this (probably because I tend to think the best of people. Also because I secretly hope karma will repay me in the future!), but the last month or so, the tolerance has faded. I'm sick of always being the one to remember birthdays and spend hours and tons of money on the perfect present only to be rewarded with nothing in return. I know this is a trivial issue to be worrying about, but its high on my irritation list at the moment. For once, I would like to be put first. But enough about that. Dwelling on the issue will only lead to more bitterness, and so I'm just going to focus on the good times.
I'm sure I've rambled on enough for all of you. And so I shall conclude. Besides, my thumbs are tired.
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