So, I'm pretty sure I'm done with my Christmas shopping. Thank Christ I have a small family.
This weekend was kind of uneventful. Aside from dragging Jesse with me to some holiday shopping/meet a coworker that also works at Macy's, and going to a used CD gift exchange party, it was a rather mellow weekend.
Okay, so maybe that's more eventful than not, but I think it was because of the snowstorm that we got on Sunday that made it seem boring.
So I have my new years resolutions. I didn't make any last year, because I didn't really have much drive to change anything, but this year is different. No more monotony! Here we go:
1. Work out for 30 min 6x week.
2. Smoke only when drinking. (Don't judge. I have to set goals that are attainable.)
3. Actually carry out at least 1 fun idea/activity during the summer.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I really really really want a hamster.
I should just draw the tattoo, and just schedule an appointment with someone else. Fuckin hell man.
So if you've been keeping up, my tattoo artist is being a butthead and giving me the run around. Serious, he's worse than my ex boyfriend. You know, especially the part where he lied and said that it was done.
He sent me a text message last night with a picture of an eviscerated raven asking me if it is supposed to look creepy.
Dude, I drew him a concept drawing of a mechanical bird with gears and jewels and shit. Where the hell did he get a bloody vivisected raven?!
Can't rely on anybody these days...
So, Tuesday was Jesse's birthday.
So we had tentative plans for that evening since he and I both worked. We were gonna meet at my place, open my present, grab and eat dinner, then later head over to Kevin and Eli's to pre-game for the Melt Banana show.
Due to waking up in the morning with about 6 inches of snow piled up on my car, plus more on the way, we decided to change our plans a little, because driving over black ice is scarier than any other kind of accident I can imagine.
So we met at my place, he opened my present: one of those new iPod nanos, and after many exuberant cries, hugs and kisses, we ordered food, picked it up and went to Kevin and Eli's. Kevin, Jesse and I ate, took a few shots of vodka, and eventually more people came over. Here are photos:
I pretty much lost track of everyone else, while the Vile Blue Shades were opening. After their set, I got a phone call from Carl to come outside. When I got to the doors, Kevin, clearly blacked out, was sitting on a chair with Mitch and Kristy standing by. I found Carl smoking outside and he asked me where Jesse was. After explaining to him that I'd lost track of everyone, he told me to go get him, because both he and Kevin needed to get home.
So I walk back in, find Jesse and drag him outside--only to find the person that I dragged outside was not Jesse. They just both had similar beanies and were bearded, tall, lanky, and hesitant to leave his beer. Swear to god, all you white people look alike.
This tipped off to Carl that I was much drunker than he first gathered and called a cab for Jesse and I, while Sam offered to take Kevin home. We eventally found Jesse curled up on one of the couches.
After getting back to Kevin's, cuz there was no way in hell I was going to walk in the snow the next day, Kevin decided to lock himself in the bathroom and pass out on the floor. After trying to coax him through the door to get up and unlock it, I eventally picked the lock open, and Sam and I dragged him to bed.
The next morning, after Jesse and I saw Kevin and Eli off to work, he and I decided to go eat breakfast at Dee's, where several of the old people eating there was giving us really dirty looks. I'm not sure if it was because we're an interracial couple, or that I look young enough to be in high school, and it was a Wednesday morning, so Jesse was a pervert, and I was a truant.
After breakfast, he and I got back to my place, put leftovers in the fridge and fed Mooka. We decided that we ought to go to the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point since the roads weren't that bad.
When we got there, we decided to have a cup of coffee, where the cashier gave us a really dirty look. It was probably because she was Mormon.
Then we drove back, visited Dan, and got drunk off of whiskey.
I think I need to stop drinking for a week to regain control over this gut that I'm cultivating.
God, I feel like I'm running on a treadmill. I've been running around everywhere and getting absolutely no where. Sigh.
So these past couple of days, I've just been crazy busy but I don't really seem to be getting anything done. Work... well, I'm pretty much always busy at work, hence why these entries have been waning (besides the fact that I no longer have anything interesting to say anymore).
Okay, okay, so let's organize my brain here.
A few months back, I had made an appointment for a new tattoo. The guy I chose to do it is really really good, and always has like, a 3 month waiting list, right? So we scheduled something for October 22 to see the drawing, and November 13 to do the actual tattoo.
[Reschedule 1]:He called me a couple days before the 22nd to let me know that he had double booked and rescheduled it to the 30th. I called the shop on the 29th and left a message with someone to see if we're still good for the 30th. No word.
[Reschedule 2]: ...At least not until November 13, when I got a text message from him saying that he's still not done, and needs one more week. So we say the 20th.
[Reschedule 3]: On the morning of the 20th, I texted him and he's all like, "oh crap! I forgot to call you yesterday, I'm still not done!" Well, considering the following week was Thanksgiving weekend, I was busy, so I said I'd have to wait till after the holidays.
[Reschedule 4]: The holidays ended, and I walked into the shop after work on the 30th, and he tells me he's sorry, but he left the folder that my drawing is in at home. Can I come back tomorrow? Sure.
[Reschedule 5]: During the day on Dec 1st, he texted me saying he can't find the folder anywhere, so he has to redraw it, and we tentatively scheduled something for Saturday.
Now that's one thing. Here's another:
So I've had this record player that hasn't been working the way I want it to, for several months now. I had been far too lazy to actually get it fixed up until a couple of days ago. Kevin told me that a place called Positively 4th would be able to fix it. So I called ahead to confirm that they do, and hauled my record player over there, only to find that they actually can't fix it because it's an electrical issue. The store clerk tells me to look on the internet.
So the next day I do. I look on the internet, and the only place that I could initially find were places in New York, and I'd have to ship it. I thought fuck that, that's bullshit, so searched for general electronics repair and found Bob's Electronics Repair. I called and asked if they can do turn tables, and he said, "Sure! We do those all the time! Bring it on down, and I'll give you a quote!" So later that day, I do.
Turns out the record player isn't broken at all, it's just that it's not compatible to my reciever, and I could probably find a converter at Radio Shack.
Went to Radio Shack, bought an RF modulator, which turned out to be the wrong thing, went back to Radio Shack and returned it and it turns out they don't have what I'm looking for (which is bullshit, because they're called Radio Shack. They should be specializing in audio hardware).
One more!:
So I have this laptop that has never charged properly. The power cord has become frayed really badly. So on an errand that I was doing for work, I tentatively bought a univeral charger at Office Max to see if the laptop would charge properly with that.
When I got home, I still had to do the weird propping up thing (it's hard to explain, let's just say my laptop is really ghetto).
So I decided that Best Buy would probably be a better place to go to find a replacement charger. (I also looked to see if I could find a audio converter as well, and of course found nothing). It turns out that Best Buy also only has those universal AC outlet things.
Okay, so now, I'm probably going to look towards the internet to reorder everything that I need. Jesse told me I should just bite the bullet and get the laptop fixed, but if I'm planning on saving up for a new computer anyway, why should I waste my money on a ghetto laptop?
On the positive side, I have ordered these new really cute Hello Kitty checks. I AM SO EXCITED!
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:
And this was on top of regular academics."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.
