From the Shape of Your Shaved Head I Recognized Your Silhouette as You Walked out of the Sun and Sat Down

Last night included a nice, long conversation with one of the most precious people in my life. One Miss J Boo. We met at age 6 & have kept up an amazing, hip-to-hip, nurturing relationship despite living far away from each other for 12 years. You know, the stuff that those awesome (shut up, they're awesome) girl books talk about. We can & do tell each other anything and everything without fear of judgement or loss of love. So safe & nourishing yet so challenging of each other & who we know each other are & can do.

You can't pull the wool over your best friend's eyes.

So last night's conversation, ended up so charging that despite work drama today (uh oh.....seriously......uh oh financial stuff), you skip home. Literally (don't judge, skipping is fun).

Interesting to reflect on that I willingly hold on & stay in & cherish these long distance friendships, lovingly & with full-force, (J Boo, Doba, Schmale, Meow, Farthead, Phish-head, le Chef) yet when if asked for a long distance (even as close as NYC) romantic relationship I've declined & said it wasn't an option.

As one of the professors I'm working with now says "So?".

Number Two

Other Bathroom Numbers

Test #2 tonight in Public Health Policy. ANTM finale tomorrow night with Lady T, ice cream & cheese. The floors in my apartment are in desperate need of sweeping & mopping. Must do. No more procrastinating. Maybe tomorrow or Thursday?

Ridiculous Complaints

This daylight savings deal is killing me. Gone are the summer nights of unlimited energy. Honestly, right now I could curl up under my desk & take a nap. Or even put my chin in my hands & drift off into a 2 minute slumber. Which is annoying because Tuesday's Exam #2 & goal is to work & get in a little studying between tasks.

No luck! Studying would definitely knock me out right now.

And lately I've just felt so lazy. Cleaning? Completely unmotivated & the floors are still in desperate need of sweeping & mopping. Folding laundry? Replaced by picking underpants out of a clean clothes basket in my room.

Maybe I have mono.

And I've even tried to thwart this by packing running stuff for today. But guess what....I left my glasses at home so it feels like someone is hammering my eyes into my head. Running with a headache is the worst.

Wah.

So instead I'll just feel like a fatty (last night was super-indulgent dinner of lobster bisque & hash browns at Oceanaire.....GO THERE IT IS DELICIOUS) & actually put my clothes away, sweep the floors & do some mopping before meeting up with a friend. Or maybe just take a nap.

Uh Oh: Part II

The world is full of idiots.

Yeah yeah yeah. Did you get laid yet?

What is it with you & sex?

What is it with you & being pathetic? Answer me, monkey.

No.

Maybe you should look into losing weight again. Skinny girls get laid all the time.

Hey, I get hit on sometimes.

The 22-year-old from Halloween doesn't count because he's a child & was drunk & the dude at the Campus Convenience just wants you to buy more food from him.

At least neither of them are homeless.

Clearly moving up in life.

What I should be doing tonight:
Run---->Clean---->Research.

What I will most likely be doing tonight:
Pull a half-assed cleaning job---->Gossip Girl on DVD---->fall asleep at 10

Justification:
I've had something to do every night this week & I'm tired. This is not ample justification considering I skipped out on a workout last night to go to the BSP. No, Harry/Larry/Frank was not there. (disappointment) But a whole bunch of douchebags showed up. (further disappointment) Okay, I just saw a picture of Leighton Meester, which is enough motivation to at least work out tonight.

Q&A

Q: What's probably the best part of having your own office?

A: The freedom to close the door & fart away.

Other topic of the day......why a certain state & their registration department can eat a bag of dicks right now. A big one. Huge. Enormous bag of slimy, herpes-infected dicks. How can they give you $600 in tickets for not having registration when you DO have registration just not the sticker because their department is SLOW & HASN'T MAILED IT DO YOU YET? If need be, I'm going to court over this bullshit.

What Dreams May Come

Last night I dreamt (why does spell-checker keep flagging that? it's a word, i swear!) that it was my last day at the Farbs & I showed up in sweatpants.

Why do these brilliant ideas come to me 6 weeks too late?

Know Better and Learn Faster*

*The newest Thao disc is really good. As a whole, I think better than the previous.

Continuing on. What I should be doing right now is looking up allocations or reading chapters about Immunology, Vaccinations, & all that fun stuff. Instead, I'm Facebook-stalking guys I've had at least one date with since becoming single, attempting to conjure at least one redeeming quality about each one of them. It's kind of hard.

Professor: Great knowledge of art. (if he wasn't "humbly bragging" about one thing, it was another & made some pretty uncomfortable promises & plans early on: WARNING. also, sent me an email about 3 weeks after meeting explaining that he met this really swell girl named J & hopes we can still be friends.....by this point, I'd been uninterested for about a week & a half for several reasons, the main being that he a couple times pumped me with alcohol, another warning sign that I do not take lightly...also turns out that he's that guy who went on 18 dates in 25 days or something & was not yet divorced...other than that, he was a good person to be friends with)

Mono: He had good taste in wine. (remember, the dude who wanted to have a talk about not wanting a relationship but that we would stay monogamous less than 6 weeks after meeting)

25YO: Ridiculously good-looking. (again, 6 weeks in he wanted to have a talk at which point I looked him right in the face & said "is this a joke? I ASKED you not to come over tonight, I was at the ballet studio for 3 hours, over one of which was Pointe.....you pulled me out of a bath with no dinner to talk with me about something that I flat out said was pointless to talk about?"....I'm an idiot & continued to have little dates with him & actually went along with being his friend for a couple months afterwards, at which point it was so incredibly clear how much of an idiot the kid was that he was no longer worth looking at)

Dorchester: Ridiculously good-looking. (this one was a legit friend dating thing, no funny business, honestly, the kid is really, really sweet, just totally fucked in the head after years of being abused & washing it down with copious amounts of booze (we're not talking a bottle of wine/night here)....which is probably why after talking with him for 5 minutes I felt more maternal towards him than anything else & Oedipal I am not, that's gross)

Underware: Originally bonded over love of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia & how hilarious Day/Night Man is. (see post from 5.12.09 & 8.1.09: no more needs to be said about that)

Surgeon-turned-Neglige: Treated me really well, at first. (see post from 10.13.09: again, no more elaboration necessary)

Triathlete: Really great body. (Quickly realized that you can learn a lot from a Facebook profile. He has 14 profile pictures in which he isn't wearing a shirt...and not like he was hanging out with a bunch of people on a beach, more like him shirtless doing a push-up with his niece & nephew on his back or him shirtless holding a bulldog staring off into space: it was weird. Soon there-after also realized that he only did & would think about himself since he first, didn't take me on a date to somewhere that I would like & second, stopped by my back porch twice while I was in Seattle & I found out because he texted me "you're not reading on your back porch, I stopped by" & "was at your back porch, you're not here"....No shit, dude, get a clue)

So here we are, a yearish later. Why write this out? To remind myself not to keep making the same mistakes because despite relief at the end, egos get bruised & when it comes right down to it I need to take care of me first.

Waiter (I'm trying to use real names until it's shat the bed because someone kind of alluded that the nicknames could be construed as Samantha Jonesish & offensive) asked me out on Sunday night. Specifically for an exhibit at the ICA for Thursday night. That's tonight. No call, nothin'. Ain't no thang. I'll just go to ballet or maybe call Neighbor Jesse to see if she'd like to go for a really long walk tonight. It's disappointing a little bit but at least I'm finding these things out now. Even before going out on a date, no less. Oh well. I can get the attention from Cos tonight at class. Gotta love a ballet teacher who cares about his students' self esteem.