sun, sand, and surf = happiness

I just got back from a wonderful vacation with my old roomie and her family (E went too, of course).  It was at a beach in South Carolina and it was amazing.  I of course got burned the first day there and ended up having to coat myself in gallons of sunscreen each day for the rest of the week (we swam in the ocean so much that there was a lot of reapplying… still got burned more).

Being on vacation was relaxing and also made me really appreciate the true friends I have.  Over a year ago my old roomie moved over 10 hours away, yet we have managed to stay in touch and, besides vacationing, also saw each other over winter break (dec/jan).  With all the constant drama that occurs with two people I hangout with a lot during school now, it is very nice to be able to hangout with my old, real friends despite time and distance.  It’s good to know there are several people who I can always depend on, especially when things get rocky.

and that happened…

We’ve all had those nights.  You’re friends get far too drunk and once again you’re the one stuck babysitting.  It sucks.  I was so scared when my friend thought she was having heart pains.  Even more worried when she refused to go the ER due to money problems her family is having.  After a few hours when she finally felt okay it was off to get a ride for myself and two very drunk roomies.

The ride ended up being from a  guy that my other roomie (the always-sober-one) studies with regulary.  He showed up to pick me up and then it was off to find the other two roommates to pick them up and take them home.  Not a very pleasant Thursday night.  I was so grateful to the guy that picked us up and I’m sure my roomies were as well, even though the one thanked him by puking and crying in his car.  Possibly a complete disaster, I live to see another day.

Also this snow isn’t funny.  Once home I went to visit my best friend (just to be grounded by his sensibility/soberness) only to find myself lost in the fast-falling snow.  I finally found my way home and am now here.  Exhausted and wanting to write but lacking the mind to create anything that is actually coherent.  I kind of want to get out of this town.  I kind of want to get away from this college.  I kind of want something more, but for now I am here.  The anonymous girl who keeps a silly blog and has to, for the moment, settle for babysitting her drunk friends and roommates, and trying to get her GPA a little higher.

cock blocked by a facebook-whore

Facebook.  It’s kind of a little weird.  Suddenly you have a “social network” of people that you hardly ever see or really talk to.  I’ve been thinking about this for a while as yesterday one of my roomies commented on my friend (facebook addict) adding her.

So far all of my friends that facebook addict has met have immediately been added on his Facebook.  When I say immediately I mean the night of meeting them.  Most recently with my roomie he added, he had briefly met her one time when he and I stopped by my townhouse and one night at the bar he hungout with us for a short time.  It’s not as bad as some cases but she found it odd just like I do.

The strangest thing is one time he added the wrong person when searching for my roommate last year.  Suddenly he and I had a friend in common who I went to highschool with.  One day I asked him how he knew her,

“Oh I thought that was _____ and added her.  Although I was drunk when I met _____ and added her, I didn’t think it looked much  like her…”

Well yeah because it isn’t her but then you already know that since you went and found my actual roomie and added her.

While, there is nothing wrong with being friendly, is Facebook really friendly or more of just a creepy way to keep track of people and be like woohoo I have 500 “friends”?  I mean obviously he isn’t talking to either of my roommates (past or present) and no one does talk to everyone on their Facebook, but is it really necessary for him to do that every time?

It’s just odd and call me weird but it does bother me.  I mean lets at least hangout a couple of times or talk to the person a bit before sprinting home to add them on Facebook.

Besides adding people like crazy (which really can be almost embarrassing), the night after he met my sister and added her on Facebook an instant message pops up from him (this was like 10am-ish the next morning).  We both couldn’t help but agree that it was kind of creepy.  She became invisible and later blocked him.  When he asked me about her AIM we decided to tell him it was messed up.  I’m not sure if he ever hit my old roomie up on AIM but she also thought the entire thing was creepy and hilarious.

While I love this friend like any other I wish he would stop throwing himself at people.  Being friendly is one thing but he seems to be heading down the path of eventually stalking people on the internet.  And I know embarrassment is silly but when my roomie mentioned and laughed about him adding her I did blush.

Plus, if you’re going to be desperate at least be desperate about something a little more important then Facebook friends;  and yeah I would also appreciate breathing space from him as lately it’s like we’re attached at the hip (it’s driving me crazy!!!).  And when I say attached at the hip I mean a billion instant messages whether or not I’m available, calls and texts when I go out without him, sometimes texts to let me know he’s online (i.e. I want to talk to you! please please please get online!!)and a constant urging to hangout with him every single evening.

And honestly I never experienced “cock blocking” until facebook addict started going out with me and my friends.  To say the least it’s dreadful, and even when it’s just some guy buying me drinks, who I would never sleep with, facebook addict hovers close and butts into our conversations.  This is after I even tell facebook addict I’m working the guy for drinks (yeah feminists usually hate me).

i had a blast at a bar and a party and then…

I had a fantastic weekend, but I also had the most meaningless sex of my entire life.  I didn’t go into it with any ideas and it kind of just happened (does that sound unhealthy…).  But I was shocked at just how bland the entire thing actually was.  Not to mention that having this guy come home with my friends and I wasn’t at all intended (yeah a lot of stuff just happened).

The worst thing is that the day before that night I had announced becoming a “nun,” a joke although my friends all know/knew what I meant by it.  Once again as soon as I say I’m not doing something I do it.  And I recently realized this was also the case with my ex.  He was the person my roomies and I joked about and the one person I always said I would never ever sleep with and then bam! it happened and I soon after entered a relationship.

What is with this trend I have?  I guess I shouldn’t say anything at all when it comes to men, sex, and relationships.  Also, from Saturday night, my view on one-night stands has changed.  Now for me they are not all positive.  While in the past they have always helped something, and I made random, great connections to other people (heart-to-hearts with strangers);  this past Saturday was a dark spot.  To say the least I don’t want anyone coming home with me anytime soon.

it still doesn’t make much sense, but its getting somewhere.

So I heard from M randomly last night.  I recieved a txt kiss and then today we talked some.  Then this afternoon I was on Facebook and noticed a cutesy nickname in one of his statuses, so he has apparently met someone.  This makes the kiss awkward and this kind of annoys me.  I feel like he could’ve mentioned that he had met someone (I would’ve gotten the hint) and its weird because we were dirty joking each other this morning, which doesn’t seem right when I consider what it was coming from in our friendship.  Obviously if our friendship continues as anything it will have some major changes, but I am no longer finding him very appealing as even a friend.

On the other side of life I love the townhouse I am now living in with my sister, E, and two new roomies.  It is extremely spacious (especially when compared to our old apartment) and so far I like both of the new roomies, J and L.  L is quiet and reserved and hasn’t had much experience in college because she took two years at a community college, living at home, to get her associates.  J is more like E and I.  She parties and is more social.  From my one meeting with J I thought whe was boring and bland and didn’t really do much stuff, but after meeting her again and spending time talking I see she isn’t like that at all.

Basically, I am extremely optimistic about this year and really looking forward to it (not just the partying and drunk times but academics as well, my friends).

Mucho bland-ness…

I’ve realized that where I live can be truly boring.  Now I’m not going to be a silly, melodramatic fool and say life is so horrid here, but I must admit I am used to a college town with fun bars and a bunch of other young people.  Being here is a large change and a lack of action.  Also, I miss my friends…  (and I miss N horribly although being back at school won’t change that one).

I know I shouldn’t complain.  Atleast I’m not stuck here 365 days of the year like one of my greatest friends, but at the same time life is bland.  I enjoy being home but its only been a month and it feels way longer.  Also, since I’ve had no luck finding a job I’m left with quite a bit of spare time despite reading, working out, and volunteering at the SPCA.  Basically life is just going on and here I am with nothing to say…

The epitome of arrogant lives in my apartment…

So of all the dumb people in the world I may have the worst one living in my apartment.  My used-to-be-uber-smart-about-guys roomie is dating an asshole and when he got dishonorable discharge from the Navy he came to live with us.  On a stupidly drunken night my other roomie and I told her it would be fine (seriously a smart move to ask when drunk).

So, now he is here and we can’t stand him.  I probably dislike him more then my other roomie, as he has been rude to me and my boyfriend, as well, for no reason at all (particularly on my boyfriends part).  I don’t understand people like this.  Why be rude and not like someone when you hardly know them?…  Going out isn’t even that fun anymore because I’m always worried about what they are going to say or do next.

Possibly I’m letting them bother me too much, but this guy is an asshole.  Also, he is just living off of my roommate (he’s dating) anyway and she is too dumb to wake up and see that.  Besides this I’ve heard them twice now when he’s freaked out and been absolutely nasty to her (I mean horrid names and no respect whatsoever) and she is just like settle down and leaves the room.  Okay.  Good way to handle a fight/someone psychotic, but don’t date someone who calls you a cunt.  Can’t she wake up and see what an ass-hole-ish bum he is??

birds are evidently awake at 3am (unless they chirp in their sleep…)

So as of right now it is 5:30am and I went to bed at 2am and woke up at 3am.  Sleep and I just aren’t getting along tonight at all.

Earlier today I moved my gimongous futon around in my room, moved an awkward nightstand and some other stuff (my room is so extremely small but it was rough).  Now it is all moved back.  I am tempted to go out eat some food, watch some telly but I don’t want to wake up the roomies although I probably already have with the furniture moving.

It’s really odd that I can’t sleep.  Today I went to the gym and did 45 minutes of some pretty hard cardio and then after that went with my sister and took our dog on a long walk.

For most of the night my mind has been churning away but only in the last half an hour did it turn to stuff that used to bother me.  Suprisingly it no longer does at all (this is probably a great reason to throw a party).  Right now life is seriously wonderful.  Friday night my roommates and I went out and had a ton of fun at a bar and saw some old friends.  I also invited my “therapist”.  It was great.  Even though I am not 21 I drink a lot at bars (that I can get into that is).  My friends and I have devised sneaky ways (and sometimes far too obvious ways) for me to help them out with their drinks, and the one time a bartender did notice he just gave me a warning, so it works pretty well.

Well, this has been a completely crappy post and I apologize.  I feel like most of my thoughts are completely incomplete and that, that may be showing through but anyway, I am awake and for once it isn’t because of a negative thought or feeling — life is truly good.

how well do you ever really know someone?…

I love when things fall together for other people (although I never notice and/or appreciate when it happens for me ).  It’s all rather confusing.  I am excited for one of my roomies (E, so sister as well) now because a guy that she dated is coming over to hangout.  It is rather late and “booty-call” may come to your mind, but honestly this guy is extremely sweet.  I liked him from the time I met him.  He is just a genuinely nice guy (and somehow I’m pretty good at judging guys I’m not with).  I know she’s been missing him and since he isn’t a sleazey jerk I can’t help but feel that them hanging out is nothing but a good thing.

It’s funny because earlier I was talking to the exex on instant messenger and excitedly (although emotion can’t be expressed well on there) told him about the return of this guy (because we were all good friends this past summer) and the first question the exex had was:  are you upset??

Why is it that some people assume you’ll be bitter, when something good happens to your friends or acquaintances, just because you’ve had a recent crash and burn in the relationship area?…  It’s kind of insulting.  And it’s also odd because I feel like he knows me quite well and would know I’m not generally  like that, and that if I was upset I would’ve said something.

… mold, mold, and more mold.

So I can’t seem to get anything done. I hardly even sleep anymore.  Although when I was finally in a good sleep this morning I awoke to pounding on the front door and remembered that maintenance people were coming today to replace the moldy floor in the main bathroom in our apartment.  Of course neither of my roomies got up to let them in and I stumbled out in my pajamas (which I realized later made it look like i just had a t-shirt on and no shorts.  such a sleaze….) braless and with a really scratchy voice.  The voice part didn’t really matter as both of the guys completely ignored just about everything I said.  I hope they aren’t always this unfriendly and it is just because they had to knock a billion times since we had the chain on the door.

Either way I am so ready to move out of here this coming August.  The rent isn’t exactly cheap and it is basically a constant battle when you need something fixed in the apartment.  Also there’s never ending mold in our apartment, at the moment…  It infests the bathrooms which require constant cleaning because of it and in two bedrooms the window sills grow mold from the window perspiration.  Plus it has taken this place 4 months, and many calls on our part, to finally figure out that the floor needs to be redone.