Holy Tired Yawning

In the past three days I've done the following:

Moved all my stuff from one apartment to another. Unpacked 70% of that stuff.

Listened to my cute chirpy tweetie birds who live in the trees and sing to me like I'm Snow White.

Realized a friend of mine doesn't like me as much as I like her.

Seen a really awesome band play in Santa Cruz.

Stayed up way too late.

Gotten drunk.

Eaten more Taco Bell than Nick, Kevan, and Ericka combined. (I think ... it could have been a tie though)

Gone to an accounting class where the lecture was longer than the amount of sleep I got last night.

And finally, been so moved by a song, that I cried. But maybe that's just because I'm really tired.

Either way - it's time for bed.

You'd think I was a waitress

with how creative I am with a wine opener.

I have shelf liner at my new place, but no scissors. So, I am using the part of the wine opener that is supposed to cut off the wine label to cut the shelf paper.

It totally works.

Even if I keep bruising my knuckles on the cupboard because my dishes are already laid out on the shelf paper and I'm too lazy to redo it all.

Red Hook ESB

At the new apartment today after Comcast set up my internet and cable - on time with very few glitches, amazingly.

Decided I wanted one of my Red Hood ESB's that I brought from my old house - but sadly I had no bottle opener.

So I drove home to get one. Picked it up along with two bags of food to unpack here and Bebe.

Got back here when I realized that Red Hook is a twist-off beer, and then I got a serious laugh at myself. I'm a funny, funny girl.

In other news, my new apartment manager, Abraham, likes Flogging Molly. He heard them for the first time in my apartment today. He smiled his huge happy smile as soon as he heard them. It made me happy. It reflected how I feel when I hear them - and I can't wait for their show on Sunday night! I hope my mom is enjoying their cd. :)

Whoops

It helps if you are not so drunk that you know which direction the time zones move in.


And if your friends don't actually answer the phone.

Crap.

But Steve totally did answer the phone even though it was 2am.

Oops. I kind of feel bad, but not really.

Reaching Out To Old Friends

Tonight's that night I guess.

Maybe it's just that I'm 4 beers into a six pack, but I just called one of my favorite boys from college, Jai Williams. I fucking love that guy -- he used to date my roomie, Jamie.

So yeah. I'm kind of moving down my list at this point. Reconnecting and seeing what people are up to.

I hope my hangover tomorrow is not awful and that I do get to exercise at some point because i will be in need after all the pizza I ate.

Woot.

P.S. I think I'm a little bit in love with John Stewart.

Wouldn't it be cool?

If you had a belly button wide enough to store a beer in while you took a nap in a hammock in Hawaii?

I think so.

Then you'd have a built in cup holder in your own body that wouldn't involve your hands so your hands could sleep peacefully -- because I'm not very good at holding drinks while being awake, much less while napping in hammocks in Hawaii.

I am tired today - all this packing and working lately is catching up with me. I should not have scheduled so much work into this week - that was very dumb of me.

That's the thing about junkfood

it just doesn't fill me up.

So first dinner was 10-15 wheat thins at my mom's house. Then came the ice cream which I ate a lot of, for me, but I really can't eat a lot of ice cream at any one time. So then I moved on to some weird and kind of icky microwave dinner thing that pappy gave me on Thanksgiving.

But just now I had to go to the Quickie Mart because I'm still starving. I should have gone to Wendy's but I forgot to take the garage key out of my Saturn. DA. So now I'm eating Cool Ranch Doritos (yum - now these I really like) and microwaveable Mac & Cheese (bleh - this not so good).

If I don't get full then I won't sleep right again - just like last night. And I'll be up at 3am unpacking boxes so I can cook my last egg or something weird like that.

Two Less Items To Move

(1) Medium Sized Glass Jar from Ikea that had all my tea bags in it. I broke it while placing it inside of a bag. Apparently I manhandle glass objects.

(1) Very Cool Hourglass Shaped Blown Glass Container from Ryan and Amber's trip to Europe like 3 years ago. I've been saving it to get it refilled with that yummy rose liquor because BevMo thought they could special order it for me. Damn. This really bummed me out.

I simply knocked it off the counter while putting other types of alcohol into a bag. Damnit. Damn Damn Damn.

And, I have no food (surprise surprise) and my dishes are all packed, so I'm eating ice cream for dinner. I don't even like ice cream that much. Oh well.

While Packing

So I'm finally to that super fun part of moving that actually consists of boxing and/or bagging up everything you own with some semblance of organization so you can piece it all together when you get to the new place.

I'm trying to get most of the kitchen knocked out tonight. Fair enough, I'd say I'm at about 60% right now.

And I'm packing up my dry food products, pasta, sugar, cereal, etc., when I notice a small blue and yellow box at the very back of my cupboard wedged between the rice wine vinegar and the Pam cooking spray. I peer inside, suspecting I already know the answer, but unwilling to believe ....


THERA-FLU?!!?

Are you fucking kidding me? I had four amazing packets of Thera-Flu sitting in my house the entire week I was sick and I couldn't even manage to stumble to the Quickie Mart until Wednesday.

I am slowly turning into my father. Goddamn it.

Seriously, I did try and work this week...

once.

But when I got there and started this cough-cough-hack-furball-phlegm-hack thing I do, Tom was immediately repulsed and pretty much told me to go home and get better.

And so I'm home. Again. For like the fourth day in a row.

And I'm so bored I don't know what to do with myself. But I don't have any real energy because I'm still sick, and I'm kind of stiff from sleeping in weird positions on the futon so much.

I could start packing for the impending move, but that's just daunting. I could do homework but that's just boring. I should do a little bit of both. Maybe one box and then one homework problem to kill some time. And then naps in between cycles or something.

Seriously I am bored. Someone come over and watch a movie with me. I rented "Collateral" and it is supposed to be pretty good.

But probably after I get dressed (haven't done that except once in four days) I will go to the quickie mart and buy some kickass theraflu and then I will fall asleep during the movie anyway, so maybe you shouldn't come over.

And, I had to bail on pappy for dinner tonight. Waaah. I hate being sick.

So much of the suck.

Stolen Laptop

So if anyone is wondering, AMEX renter's insurance through Costco is definitely the best! They are totally covering my stolen laptop from that mofo who ripped off Nick and Ericka. In fact, I bet if I were not smelly and still in my pj's from yesterday I could waltz out to my mailbox and find a check there. But I am smelly and still in yesterday's pj's, so I will wait until after my shower.

But seriously, woot! Woot for all of us, because now it means that no one is out any significant amount of money - all we need to do is split the $500 deductible, and really, I'm okay with that.

Thank you Costco insurance!

I wonder what ever happened to that gorgeous laptop of mine though? I wonder if that motherfucker actually uses it himself. Grrrrrrr.

Sitting at home watching the soaps

and being sick.

Mostly.

I cleaned up the house today which was good though. And I need to do homework since I didn't go to school last night, but I'm pretty tired after vacuuming and whatnot.

B&C's wedding was fabulous. I loved the skiing theme and it made me want to hit the slopes even more than I already do. Soon, hopefully.

Things were good with evAn too for the most part -- we haven't exactly hit our friendship stride yet, but we are working on it and I think that given some more time we'll be just fine.

I can't wait for Superbowl Sunday at Brennen's house this year - skiing and then football. Yay!

I should figure out what's for lunch -- I'm beginning to wonder how many times a day you can eat Frosted Flakes before you start getting a vitamin deficiency?

Wanderlust

wan·der·lust:

Audio pronunciation of "wanderlust" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (wndr-lst)
n.

A very strong or irresistible impulse to travel.


[German : wandern, to wander (from Middle High German) + Lust, desire (from Middle High German, from Old High German. See las- in Indo-European Roots).]

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I always thought wanderlust had to do with people who couldn't settle down in terms of anything. I didn't realize it just had to do with traveling.

I'm very tired tonight - went to yoga and did some homework and took a quiz.

Had kind of a rough day I guess.

Just another manic ... Thursday?

Holy cow today was busy at work. Jeezo. We must have seen like 30 patients. Talkie talkie talkie.

I hate days like this. I'm totally worn out and I still have a bazillion things to do.

I'm on my way to Banana Republic to look for a nice respectable dress to wear to Brennen and Carly's wedding this weekend. I'm fortunate it's so large because I shouldn't have a problem finding anything except the checkout line -- last time I got lost in there. Seriously, that place is monstrous.

I also have to take a quiz tonight or tomorrow, do some homework, and hopefully hit up good old Algin for a yoga date tomorrow. It's been about two weeks since I've seen him. I'm guilt-ridden and I feel a bit lost without him; my body is craving the heat and relaxation that comes from sweating from every poor in my body and stretching and flexing every single muscle group simultaneously.

This means of course that I have to bail on my road trippin' crew not only for 80's dancing night, but also for skiing tomorrow -- I'm very bummed about missing the skiing, but I just think I have too much to do.

I feel like the frenzied apartment search has made me fall behind in life and now I need to take some time to get caught up.

Unfortunately my school notebook had a little run in with some Vietnamese steak soup and it smells horrendously awful -- like rancid meat fat. It makes me nauseous to even have the notebook open, but it's my last lefty notebook and I need it. I left it at home to let it air out, so we'll see how it's smelling when I get home. If it still stinks I'm buying a new one along with a new make-up bag because that thing reeks too. Stupid Vietnamese meat fat soup!

It was damn delicious though.

Stupid Stupid Cold

Is preventing me from going out to dinner at some yummy place to celebrate a very happy moment in one of my friend's lives tonight.

But she just found out she's pregnant and being around sick people is probably not a very good idea. And me being out and not getting enough rest is equally dumb.

So I don't get to see my girlfriend tonight. Waah.

Instead I will go home and do homework and maybe my quiz and start packing for the impending move. Sweet.

Dinner with Troy

Troy is amazing. He's the guy who lent David, Stephanie, and I his badass SUV for our ski trip to Utah. Mind you, he's David's friend and David doesn't even drive. He'd met Steph a couple of times and he'd never met me -- but he let us put 1600 miles on his car.

And thank god for his car or we would not have been able to make the trip there.

So on Sunday night we took him out for a Troy-is-fabulous thank you dinner at Luna Park which was utterly delicious. He managed to get us a free round of drinks because he used to know the bartender.

After dinner we went to a bar called Cassanova and while we are chatting and getting our drink on, we can't help but notice these two women making out. Their friend, Shane, is basically staring at them while sipping his beer, but basically is filing away the image for some quality time with himself later. Troy thinks Shane is kind of sexy, despite the tatoos on his neck and hands. In fact, Troy thinks the tats are hot. Ugh. Being garrulous and friendly, he starts talking with this disgusting pervert guy named Shane and finds out that these two girls have some major history together but that one of them is engaged now and in love with the other girl and tonight is their first night kissing! Wow. And Shane, being the pervert rocker-goth-mechanic that he is needs to document every single moment of their night so he can remember it later.

This goes on for several hours and mostly we ignore them and have fascinating and deep conversation.

Somewhere along the way Troy offers to snap a photo of Shane with the girls. I happen to glance over right as Shane pulls out his penis just in time for the photo. Horrified and disgusted (this guy was really smarmy!) I turn to my friends and I tell them that this guy just whipped out his peiner (yes, I did call it that) in public during a digital photo.

Nobody believes me.

They think I'm crazy or drunk or maybe I'm prone to imaginging penis in public. But Troy asks the guy (on the pretense that *I* really want to know) if he in fact did whip out said peiner, and he says, "Hell yeah, I've been doing it all night."

Gross.

My (Maybe) New Apartment

Located one beautiful block from Lake Merritt, but not super duper close to anything. Like not Cato's close. I don't think anyway.

Cheapish - in the area, anyway. Plus the laundry is cheap too. Lots of square footage, like maybe 1,000. Double paned windows. Brighter than where I live now. Had a great vibe with the women who showed me the place. Reminds me a lot of my place on Oakland Avenue, which I totally didn't hate until the bathroom started to smell like dead fish and mosquitos.

But I feel like I'm settling because I want a perfect place. I'm also really tired and want to just move and start fresh. And the lease is month-to-month which means I'm not locked in and can always move again. Good thing I have light furniture and good friends.

One major drawback is that there is a wait list for the garage which could take some time ... and street parking might be hellacious. But then again, most other places with street parking are about 300 sq. feet less and charge $50/mo for it.

Everything in life is a trade-off.

They are doing a credit check (for free - lots of these buttholes charge you) so I guess I'll wait until Tuesday or whenever to see if i even want it anymore. In the meantime I'm not that motivated to keep looking. The other one bedrooms I've looked at in the same price range are crapholes.

Yeah, I'm a cheater,

What of it?

Besides, Ericka's looks way better. Her template is the best one out there, but using that one would have been really weird. And I'm really too damn lazy to mod this up and spif it out like she did.

But just because this ain't a real blog doesn't mean it needs to look like I drew it up with a crayon.

Maybe someday I'll even get a fancy picture up here and a profile too.

The search goes on

The apartment hunt continues but I have a very definite and solid lead that I am going to pursue more on Saturday. I already checked it out last night. Good location, good building managers and handy people, price is right, square footage is nice, etc. Yay.

Magic Powers of My Road Trippin' Crew -

I got a phone call last night from Stephanie's number.

"Hi Sexy," I answer in my best phone sex operator voice.

"Well hello there," replies David the backseat member of the road trippin' trio, who's more than delighted to hear me answer the phone in this manner.

Of course I bust up laughing -- I was not expecting him to be on the receiving end of that comment, but I did just spend 6 days with the guy.

After I did another chapter of fricken financial accounting homework and my brain stopped working I decided to meet my new trio in San Francisco for some 80's night disco-dancing. I arrived at 11:30 and danced my pants off until about 1:30. Not too shabby for a $5 cover charge. Plus, we stole the dj's pen and David also made off with some amazing martini shaker from the bar.

These two bring out the klepto in me. Or vice versa -- I guess I did start it when I took the tray from Subway so that our driver would have a lap tray during our road trip, and that was only two hours in.

Now when we hang out everything is inside jokes with references to snowstorms, U-Tards, bending lights, and the happy dance. I'm not sure we can keep going out with other people, but we sure have a good time.

We are already planning our next road trip, but David needs to get his permit first so Steph and I can teach him how to drive and take some responsbility off our shoulders. Maybe something easy like a trek to LA -- how hard is it to drive straight on I-5 for 4 hours?

The Sex Smell

Today at the gym, I am 17:37 into a fairly intense elliptical machine workout and a man gets on the machine next to me. Fine, whatever - men can workout too.

But this particular man smelled like he'd just had sex for about three hours with several different women and then smoked a cigar. And, he was downwind from the fan. So his sex-cigar smell was blowing right into my labored breathing.

It was horrible.

I sort of felt like I'd had sex with him, that's how pungent his aroma was.

And he was not at all the kind of man I would ever have sex with.

Ewwwwwww.

I really hope it wasn't his normal body odor that smelled that way. Grossola.

The thing everyone wants to talk about

but no one really wants to say.

Yeah, we broke up. Three weeks or so ago. And I know a lot of you have a lot of questions but feel uncomfortable asking me what happened and why. I'm still getting the awkward email from people who aren't sure if they should broach the subject. Suffice to say, both Evan and I could use the support from everyone and yes, we are still friendly to each other, although it's tough on both of us to hang out together.

I know a lot of mutual friends read this blog and so I don't want to get too detailed here, but I would like to say that I think Evan is an amazing person and a wonderful man - just not the right person for me to marry. We'll remain friends I'm sure and none of you have anything to worry about with feeling awkward and what not.

Just talk about it already.

I'm looking for a new apartment which is a major pain in the ass and I haven't been grocery shopping in like five weeks which means that my house is more barren than Josh's - or pretty damn near. It's time, but tomorrow night I'm going out with Stephanie for trivia night at some pub, so I guess it will have to wait.

Anyway, if you guys have questions I'm comfortable addressing them.

Just wanted to put it out there.