Hey, didn't I do this already?
So a couple of days ago I wrote a lengthy, well written, witty post describing my Christmas weekend. Then the dial-up monster ate it. Now I will just sum up what happened.
- I woke up really early on Christmas Eve to go shopping with a friend who promised she would be in town by 8 am- when did she get here? 11:30.
- On my way to pick up this friend, I stopped to get gas and locked myself out of my car at the gas station. My Mom comes about 25 minutes later with a set of keys, which is nice and all, but it they belong to a different car. 15 minutes later she arrives with the correct set- I of course am freezing and my friend thinks I stood her up because I didn't answer my cell phone (it was in the locked car).
- I have a pain in my right upper back the slowly gets worse as the day goes on.
- I ate really bad mall Chinese food.
- My Mom and I decided to go to the casino boat instead of going to Ohio for Christmas Eve that night.
- I get extremely nauseous at the boat. Seriously thought I was going to ralph on a slot machine or the old lady and her oxygen tank next to me. (Refer to #4 for the reason.)
- My Mom and I try to see the Rockstar sing at the midnight mass at his church (they actually pay him to sing there). But we were too early.
- I awake Christmas morning at about 6 am unable to move my upper body because of intense pain in my back.
- My brother calls to tell us that he will not be joining us in our trip to Ohio to see the fam for Christmas.
- So I decide not to go as well, being as I am in pain, so my Mom gives me some pain killers and I pass out until about 4pm.
- The shopping friend from the day before comes to my rescue and lets me join her boyfriend's family's Christmas celebration so that I don't have to spent all of Christmas alone. We drink and play poker (the drinking, I might add, really helped the pain disappear from my back).
- My friend spends the night with me. We stay up all night girl talking.
All in all, this was the most UnChristmas, Christmas I have ever had.
Just because
Do you ever get the feeling that people tell you things or do something just because they are truely nice?
I would rather know the truth though. Believe me I can take it. Fuck nice, give me honesty.
Things my Grandmother is likely to do this weekend
- throw whatever may be in the chair she wants to sit in, in the air or at someone
- throw food at someone (she once threw a hot dog at me because I did not cook it long enough)
- call my mom and uncle fat
- perhaps brush her teeth with something other than toothpaste
- complain about the side effects of the one pill she has to take
- eat a large salad before the big dinner everyone else is waiting for and spent all day cooking
- call me a whore (that happened a couple of summers ago)
- complain about my aunt's parenting skills
- kick someone in the skin because she thinks its funny
- get out her keyboard and sing christmas songs
- tell everyone that we are drinking too much
Oh the things tequila makes you do
I have a boyfriend now, none other than the Rockstar himself. Didn't you just say you went on a date with some other guy, you ask? Why yes I did. So did the Rockstar, in a fit of jealous rage, fight this other guy in some dramatic fashion with swtich blades involved? Or perhaps they challenged each other in the dangerous game of Chicken, where I beg both not to do it but they have to because it's a matter of pride? The answer is no. No, it was I who realized, after going out with someone else, that no matter how charming some other guy could be- they could never be better than the Rockstar. I realized that I only went out with the other guy because I was afraid of how I really felt and mostly afraid of being rejected.
In steps my friend tequila and I come clean about my feelings. Which comes as a surprise to the Rockstar because I can pretty guarded about how I feel. I even cry- which I
hate doing in front of boys (probably because of that whole showing of emotion thing). Then he, naturally, realized that he can't live without me and the rest is history.
Twitchy
I think I'm getting a cold. No, I'm pretty sure that I have one. So I've started to take my first defense against the sickness- Claritin D (however its spelled). Usually this stuff dries my nose up faster than anything else I've ever used, so hopefully it will work this time. The only thing I don't like about it is that it makes me feel like I've taken a diet pill. My underarms seem to sweat for no apparent reason. I'm never hungry. My eye will twitch every now and then. I'm constantly tapping my feet and I can't sleep at night. But hey, at least I can breath.
On a totally unrelated note, I'm suppose to be finishing up my paper. But I'm so out school mode right now that I am having an extremely hard time concentrating. The sad part is, I only have to pump out 3 more pages and I can't seem to do that and not make it sound like crap.
A funny thing happened on the way to...
my house a few weeks ago. Actually, it wasn't that funny at the time. I was on my way home after a night of having fun with friends- drinking, eating and dancing around. When, boom! I was in pain! Something wanted out of my back door, if you know what I mean. I step on the gas- knowing I could make it home before I explode. Then the unexpected happened. I got stuck waiting on a train. The slowest moving train in the history of the world. I took a deep breath. Then another. After 8 minutes the train passed and I finally made it to my street. About 10 seconds before I reached my house I unbuckled the seat belt, ready for my escape. I turn off the car, keys in hand, and run to the front door. Only to find that my Mom had dead bolted it shut, thinking I was just going to stay the night at a friend's. I knew I couldn't make it to the back. I started beating on the door like a girl who is being chased by a serial killer. I could hear my Mom making her way to the door while asking what was the matter. All I could say, "Please, please hurry. Unlock the door!!!" She was taking forever! "What's going on?" she asked. "Mom, I will poo in my pants if you don't open that door!" I had to say it. The door opened and she got out of my way- thankfully I made it, but not in my pants.
Coffee please
I have entered into a state of... I don't know exactly what it is, but I know that I often don't know what day it is. It's odd when everyday feels like a Saturday. I have also become quite the social butterfly- mostly out of desperation to leave my parents house. This then leads me to meet new people and run into several old friends from high school. Not to mention, there have been more boys who have asked for my phone number in the last couple of days than there have been in the last 5 years. Maybe all the drinking, staying out late and sleeping all day agrees with me. The craziest part is- these boys are calling me one or two days after meeting them. And I seriously don't know how to handle it. I've never dated more than one guy at a time before. Sure, it will take up all this free time I have but it just feels a little wrong. Then again... I'm not committed to anyone so why not have some fun, right? Well that's what I told myself Saturday night, when I went out with one of these new guys. I had an incredible time. This guy turned out to be a hell of a lot more intelligent and charming than I thought he would be, not to mention adorable. If he wasn't over 6 feet tall I would put him in my pocket. Ahhh, what to do?
My unintended break from the internet is over
I have only one excuse for my absence- dial-up sucks! I have already been kicked off 3 times just trying to write this. So as of Monday, I will update you on everything that's been going on- which hasn't been to much, at least up until last night....
