I think I'll press my luck next time you're around

I guess I like complaining.  I only really find the desire to write in here when something bad happens.

So yesterday... yesterday... what a day...

It starts in the morning, freezing, and myself desperately trying to scrape off the ice that has formed on my windshield, making me about 20 minutes late for work. 

I don't actually have a real scraper, primarily because I'm self destructive and I hate myself, and have been using an old CD case to get rid of the ice and snow that leeches onto the windows of my vehicle in the winter time.

So after about 10 minutes of laborious hacking and frozen fingertips, I hopped into my car and started driving.  Half way there, I hit a bump and heard a soft -pop- and suddenly there was a foot long crack in my windshield.  I hit another bump, and suddenly the crack grew another 2 feet.  And after suppressing the growing rage from the pit of my stomach, I got to work, and things were fine.

Spoke to the local Diamond Glass, and they asked me to come in to see what exactly my windshield size is and then schedule an appointment.

Went there on my lunch break, passed it, pulled into a parking lot that was filled mostly with water in order to turn around and pulled into Diamond Glass.  As I got out of the car, I heard a hissing noise coming from the side of my car.  Decided to ignore it and waited for 25 minutes for the Diamond Glass people to look for what size of windshield my car takes.  They told me that it would be about $150 for the glass, and $10 for the molding.  Went ahead and scheduled the appointment for the next day at 10:00, and headed out to enjoy the remainder of my lunch, only to find that my rear passenger side tire had gone flat.  Again.

Pulled into the shop of Diamond Glass where homedude helped me put on a spare, and I drove off to Sebastian's.  Showed Sebastian my flat tire, and apparently I had gotten another nail in the same tire as before.

Sebastian fixed it free of charge, but did not have time to put it back on.  Fortunately, I know how to change a tire, so I just said thanks and left for work, since it was just down the street.  I had apparently left my tire iron at Kevin's house, and there at Kevin's house it still is, so I had to borrow one from work.  Changed the tire, left to go run errands and grab a bite to eat, and thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to ask Sebastian if he did windshields as well.  Apparently they do, and he could get it done for me for $145, and they could do it that day.

Wheee!

Finished the rest of the day at work, got a ride from Tony to Sebastian's and picked up my car to pick up Jesse from the trax down town, since he had been in Orem/Provo getting dental work done.  Apparently he had been holding the urge to urinate for 2 hours, and Subway down town wouldn't let him use their bathroom, and he peed his pants.  So I drove him home so that he could shower and get a clean pair of pants.

I should mention now that Sushi, after just a few weeks of bringing him into my home, had commited suicide 2 days ago.

So after Jesse finished showering, he and I went to the pet store and picked up a replacement, and a bigger tank.

After much deliberation, I've decided to name him Mooka-Mao, because the new fish is a butthead that gets startled by every noise, and Jesse sometimes yelps out "Mooka-mao!" when he gets startled.

Woo Happy Thanksgiving!

I've been running out of steam, dude.

Lots of fun stuff happening, just nothing new, I guess.

Plus busy at work.

The onset of winter limits the possibilities of different things to do anyway.

It snowed yesterday.

I have a new fishy!!

I have named him Sushi, but I call him bean burrito and other food stuffs.

Today is Kevin's birthday, so last night, we saw an opportunity to get shitfaced off of cheap vodka.  Jesse skipped on over to the liquor store on his way back down town from work only to realize that it was veterans day yesterday and all government related business were closed.

So I bought a 30 pack, and we all drank beers to our hearts content.  Earlier in the night I had decided to stay over and run home in the morning to change and whatnot, only to wake up around 3:30 am sweating profusely.  Their apartment for some reason gets unbearably hot, not to mention Jesse, the fucking human heat lamp was lying next to me with his feet all up in my bidness, so I had to leave.

I went home and fed Sushi, and fell asleep comfortably.

Buh.  I don't feel like doing a recap.  I don't think anything real interesting happened over the course of these past few days anyhow.

I did however, go out to eat Korean food with my mother the other day.  I think the entire Korean population in Utah was at that restaurant.  Both she and I were a bit weirded out about it cuz we had gotten so used to being around white people all the time.

I also ripped open a crab in front of people at Kevin and Eli's, and now everyone thinks I'm hardcore or something.  Hellz yeah.

I might go to the Countdown For Change rally at Matheson's office on Friday.  Shaaaaame!  SHAAAAAAME! On Matheson for voting against the public option.

I want another house plant.

Yaaaaay!!! It's paydaaaaaaaay!  This past week has been rather restricted due to lack of money.  Stupid medical bills.  Swear, I'm really excited about having real food in my refrigerator.

So last night, Krista invited me to see a play that she was spotlighting for.  It was called "A New Brain," about a childrens' songwriter that goes insane.  I found it to be pretty entertaining, and it was a dress rehersal, so there was no cost to attend.

Plays always remind me of two things: High school, and my ex boyfriend.  I have to admit, that neither of these two were entirely awful experiences.  I just get an unrelenting sense of regret whenever I'm reminded of young adulthood...  Or would that be late childhood?  You know, the ages between 16-20.

In high school, every year, there would be something called "play week."  Or something.  Here, I'll just take the explaination of it directly from their website:

"Each Spring. each of the classes select or write a one-act play and produce it from auditions to performance. Directors and stage managers are elected. auditions are held and sets are built. Rehearsals are conducted behind closed door and the title of the play and identity of its cast members are kept secret until Class Play Day. On this day. each class presents its play to the school community and a panel of professional theatre judges."

I wish I had interesting stories to tell about some of these experiences, but I don't.  I just remember them being really incredibly stressful and incredibly rewarding to gain a sense of accomplishment after it was over.  I dunno, I guess I can't really thrive on that roller coaster of stress levels, but I do understand how some people can.

And speaking of roller coaster stress levels, like I said, plays also remind me of my ex.   Well, no, it really wasn't that stressful of a relationship, considering we were together for like 4 years or something.  1 or 2 of which we probably shouldn't have.  Basically, the only reason why plays reminds me of him was because he was a theater major, and I saw several of the plays he worked on at school.

So I'm caved and joined the book club that everyone's been talking about.  I started reading Tropic of Cancer last night, after the show.  Jesse went to see the Swollen Members.  As I was reading it, I got the impression that I was reading the diary of a crazy person.  But then I thought about it, and reading any person's diary would make them appear crazy.

>_>

Peace.

Can men and women just be friends?

I was approached with this question at work the other day, and naturally, my knee jerk reaction was, "Pfft!  Of course they can!  I have several male friends!"  But I started thinking about it further after a night that Jesse and I had a pseudo-fight (basically just a competition of who can talk over the other louder regarding really trivial matters.  We have these frequently.  If we've ever done this in front of you and you got all awkward *ahemkevinahem*, I'm sorry.  They're not real fights).

How is that even a question?  I mean, I suppose it really depends on motives.  I once was friends with a dude named John, but our friendship had to end because somehow, me wanting to hang out translated to me flirting and wanting to date.  His roommate had also commented that he "didn't want to be the third wheel" when I invited him to come have drinks with us.  Stupid John.  Stupid roommate.

But I still concluded "of course," since I'm not in my mid thirties, single, nor of the Sex in the City "fabulous" crowd that are really just covering up the fact that they are sad and alone. No, the friends that I have (both male and female), aren't bitches.

Whee!  Busy weekend.

I had pretty much completely gotten over my cold by Friday evening with the help of cheap vodka.  After work, I ran into Krista who invited me over for some apple pie that she had baked, which I never actually ended up tasting, and invited her and Sean to tag along with Jesse, Kevin and I to see Laserfang and Ether play.  We decided to pre-game at Kevin's place, since we're all poor.  It's a shame I don't exactly know where my camera is right now.

It also turned out that a lot of the trash pit kids were there as well, but I think it was well enough into the night that most of them were rather incoherent at that point.  Or maybe that was me.  Either way, the finer details of what happened that evening escape me, except that I got some of Kevin's money back since he somehow paid twice to get into the show, which he promptly spent on a shot, and Krista ended up driving us home.

The next morning, Jesse had to go to work.  I couldn't drive him, since I was still drunk, and I didn't know where my keys were.  I just assumed that I had left them over at Kevin's place because for some reason, I have a tendency to just leave my shit there.  I'd just decided to walk over when the weather was more agreeable in the late afternoon.  11:00 a.m. rolled around, and I got a call from Jesse saying that he found my keys in his pocket.  He later dropped them off to me while he was driving a client around.

After eventually making my way back to my car, I ran into Eli just outside while he was smoking.  Hung out for a bit after taking Kevin to the liquor store and before I had to go pick up Jesse.  We hadn't really had plans for Halloween night, since we really can't afford to spend money right now, but there apparently was a party that one of Jesse's younger brother's friends was throwing. 

SO!  That meant that I needed to change.  Krista had mentioned the night before that she didn't have plans for Halloween either, so I invited her and her two friends to join us.  After a big ordeal about moving the party over to Jesse's house, and calling and texting and organizing, Kevin decided he'd rather stay at his place, since he was gonna go to the Rocky Horror Picture show.

After I got changed, it ended up just being me and Jesse hanging out with his brother/roommate, Carl while he made his costume.  And, of course, it later occured to me that I left my cell phone at Kevin and Eli's.  We decided to pick it up on Sunday.

When we eventually made our way to the party,  I believe we only stayed there for about 15 minutes, and after a big ordeal about moving the party back to Jesse's house--which I later learned was because Erik and his friends got kicked out--and being told to wait outside while gathering everyone to walk the 2 blocks, we shortly got a call from Carl asking where we were.

Okay.

So we walked back to Jesse's house, boogied down, time traveled, and Jesse and I ended the night while the party kept going on.

In the morning, because Jesse's mattress is akin to a slab of concrete, I woke up way early with pain coursing through my spine.  Kept pestering Jesse to wake up because I couldn't stand to lie down again, and ended up coaxing him awake just as sounds of laughter came skipping down the stairs.  We entered the kitchen to witness Carl and another girl drinking, with Erik and Madison idly standing by since they had to work while they waited for their DD to come pick them up and take them back down to Provo.

Again, I don't understand whenever this happens, but Jesse later told me that I made a good impression on the girls that were there, and they said that I am "awesome."  I just met them.  I really don't understand.  Do I have a legacy or something that I'm not aware of?  Or am I just being a dick for not immediately liking someone within the first few minutes of meeting them for the first time?  Eh.

After dropping Jesse off at work, I went home and lethargically watched the Teen Titans marathon.  Got up in time to pick him up, but forgot about daylight savings time, and after waiting for about 20 minutes, drove back home and told him I wasn't gonna drive down there again, and he said he'd take the bus directly to Kevin and Eli's.  They were having a book club meeting/dinner party that neither Jesse nor I read for.  So I napped, then showered, and later made my way over there.

As soon as they opened the door, I immediately recoiled at the overwhemling stench of bacon that greeted me.  Eli called out to see if I wanted a cigarette to which I weakly responded, "Yes, please."  While we did that, they thankfully fabreezed and incensed away the smell by the time we came back in.

Kevin had baked a million potatoes and had a baked potato bar, which was delicious.  Jesse and I drank and hung out while more people showed up and talked about Frankenstein.

That pretty much concludes the weekend.

My face is leaking, my breath is labored, and ribs hurt from coughing so much.

Wanna die.

Everyone was planning on seeing the Damned this week, but due to them not being able to get their US visas in time, they cancelled their tour.  The only silver lining that I see is that I won't have to be a small rotund poofy mass going to see a punk show with a leaky face.

Ugh.  Need tea.  Can't think straight.

Everything sucks.  I'm starting to get sick.

I was told it was supposed to snow today.  I'm looking outside at very deceptively warm looking sunshine.  Weather dot com tells me it's 38 degrees.  Well, it's not like I plan on going outside to personally experience it or anything.

These daily entries are starting to get redundant, aren't they?  Got shitfaced at Kevin and Eli's and had lots of fun, la da da da da...

Well, I did get shitfaced at Kevin and Eli's, and yes, it was lots of fun.  I got introduced to a board game involving zombies.  As an avid zombie folklore fan, needless to say, this game won me over like a virgin in love.

Wow, this is getting all sorts of disorganzied.  Let's recap:

Thursday night:
Saw Jesse's brother, Emmett, preform a comedy show.  They wanted to go to a bar afterwards, but I really didn't feel like going out at all that night, so I went home and went to bed.

Friday night:
Planned on going to see Jesse's other brother's (Erik) band, the Astrals, at a house show with a costume party.  I dressed up as an internet pirate, and Jesse wore my high school uniform from Catholic school.  What confuses me is that I have a much larger butt than Jesse does, yet the skirt just barely fitted him.  Eh.  Pre-gamed at Kevin and Eli's, along with Mallory, Merlin, and Sam and showed up late, but hung out anyway.  I called one of Erik's friends by the wrong name, and talked to people that I will not later recognize if I ever meet them again.  After some time, everyone walked back to Kevin and Eli's, and I drove home because everyone else wanted to keep drinking, and I was more interested in curling up underneath covers.

Saturday:
Woke up early and drove Jesse to work.  Noticed a text message from Kevin to call him when I got up.  Called him, and remembered that I was going to take him to the Hello Kitty store in Sandy.  Drove over to their place to find Kevin bidding Bianca goodbye.  Offered to drive Bianca to the trax in Sandy, to cut her travel time a little bit, as she was going to Lehi.  Here's a map to provide a visual reference:

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Work has consumed far too much of my time than is healthy.  At least I can either expect a fat paycheck or a day off, yeah?

Here was my schedule for the past couple of days:

Monday:
Knew I had to get up early on Wednesday, made plans to go out that night, and tentatively made plans to go to the gym on Tuesday to wear myself out after work and pass out by 9.  Went out and danced to the musical renderings of the Vile Blue Shades.

Tuesday:
Ended up not going to the gym, and worked until 10:30 p.m.  Made plans with my boss to go to lunch after work's big event and celebrate with wine.

Wednesday:
Went to work at 6:30 a.m.  Ended up leaving work at 5:30 p.m.  Passed out as soon as I got home.

It's kinda nice to lay out my work schedule like that.  I had pushed myself to the point of exhaustion that by the time I got a decent nights sleep, it felt like I had slept for a day and a half.

Also, after hanging out with an annoying child for a couple of hours while his mother stands idly by thinking, "Oh, he's being such a good helper!  What a wonderful child I have!" when in reality he's slowing everything down and making everyone around him want to punch him in the face and ignoring requests to, you know, not to get in the way of staff, with very stressed out/tired eyes, complete with bags and murderous looks, I've discovered a new kind of birth control.  We should do that with teens, so they don't get teen pregnant.