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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

bad day solution #267

run into your only school friend at the gym after a really shitty day. find out she's also had a really shitty day. say well, mine was shitter - i cried in the car on the way over here. she says, well i cried in front of everyone at work. she wins. you high-five over both having cried thanks to the wonderful folks at school. then you make fun of a classmate running nearby on the treadmill. then you proceed to lambast another classmate, and his mom and future kin, meanwhile cranking out an extra 20 min on your cardio workout, until all hateful epithets have been used and silence ensues. then you discuss your sunday hangovers and have a too-loud conversation about blow jobs that makes a miami vice lookalike with B.O. move to a bike further away from you both.

then, during your endorphin-high drive home, new and improved with less traffic at 7 pm, you sing along to the smiths, johnny cash, and cream at the top of your lungs.

i feel better.

Monday, February 26, 2007

krunk!




it's now more than 24 hours post e$'s mega bachelorette bash.

i'm still alive.

Friday, February 23, 2007

of personal growth

i can't be the only person out there who, in the course of every single day, imagines, anticipates, and acts out a multitude of interpersonal conflicts that never occur. whether it be the woman driving the middle lane whom i suspect might swerve into me, or the liquor store clerk who takes too long studying my ID and might deny me my purchase, or the homework i didn't do completely and the professor who might call me on it in the middle of class to embarrass me - i think about them all, and what i would retort, and play out the scene in my mind. 99% of the time, it doesn't happen at all and i go through life pleasantly surprised at how easily i can deal with most people, and mentally lauding them for taking the path of least resistance for us both.

then there are the times where i'm in my own little world and didn't see it coming. tonight at the complex gym, where there are nearly no dumbbells between 5 and 20 pounds to speak of, a rather fit and buff woman wearing makeup (strike one) and tight pink spandex (strike two) had been hogging the only set of 10 lbs. when she put them back, i pounced and set up my 6 dumbbells of 20-10-8 for all my drop sets. just as i was huffing at the end of my reps of 20's and about to reach for the 10s, she comes over and says, 'can i have the 10's please,' in a very non-question like manner that implies she is just notifying me before taking them. i'm like, 'just a sec, i swear i'll be done with them in like a minute,' and rather than shinking away as i expected, she's like, 'look dude, you have 3 sets of weights, come on.' with as much disgust as i have ever heard myself muster, i hissed, 'FINE just TAKE them then, go ahead!!' and she's all, 'thank you for sharing,' in a half sarcastic tone, and i said something to the extent of 'like you were sharing them before?' but i don't remember because i was too pissed.

first i wanted to say to the man working out near us, who was doubtless thanking his lucky stars that he was single or that his wife bore only sons because holy shit, are women cunts to each other, 'man, i guess her drop sets take fucking precedence over mine or something,' i felt so huffy. but after another 20 min of lifting i hit the bike, and thought to myself, if she's still here when i'm done, i'm going to go talk to her, becase we're adults and this is just not how the world should be if one can help it.

so all sweaty and endorphin happy, i waltzed over to her where she was on the elliptical, smiled and made some sort of "i come in peace" gesture that also said "please take off your headphones so i can talk to you but don't worry, i am not going to bitch you out" (amazing, how can we follow all these nonverbal social clues so rapidly?), and said, 'hey i wanted to apologize, there was no need for me to have so much attitude with you before.' thankfully she seemed very relieved and said, 'no i totally understand, believe me, but really i still appreciate you coming over, it actually means a lot. it's good to see another woman rocking the freeweights.' then followed an introduction, a handshake, and a brief mutual gripe over how inadequate the gym's selection of dumbbells is and how she wrote to the management about it and i should do the same. and we left with a 'see you around here next time!' and smiles.

so what do i want, congratulations for being mature? not really. it just sucks when you get trampled by random people and it pisses you off but you're too polite to say anything, and you spend the rest of the evening coming up with the insults you would have used if you'd had the sack at the time; and it also sucks when you walk away from something knowing you've been a throbbing cock to a stranger and there's no way to apologize now, and for all you know, they just went home and were mean to someone else because of how you were to them. so i'd say this was the best case scenario: i wasn't afraid to let someone know of my displeasure for fear it would cause a conflict, and then i wasn't afraid to be the bigger person and admit that it got blown out of proportion and apologize. and now i have a new friend at the gym.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

macguyver style?

being stuck in friday afternoon ski traffic isn't so bad when you have a map of backroads, an orbital MP3 CD, and a box of girl scout cookies.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

lies, all lies

for kicks, i decided to go back to my posts around last year's valentine's day to see what we did and whether we were sappy, because i forgot. and we were; indeed. this VD trumps it though; having kz make it home on the red eye from CA through all this mad blizzarding was the best gift of all, and my heart did melt over the teddy bear and mini stuffed bunny he brought home with him. the menagerie, it grows and grows like a furry family...

anyway, the point is that i came across this post from a few days after kz and i got engaged:

Wednesday, January 04, 2006
whoa!

just an FYI: before you go desinging me invitations, sending me fabric swatches, drafting seating charts, or thinking of hip registries, step back for a moment and reassess:

1) this is totally not happening until mid to late 2007 *at the earliest*
2) i'm not having a "real wedding," just a party on the beach with some bums and beer. no dress, no bridal party, no place cards.
3) if i end up feeling stressed out about this at all or kz and i utter a single angry word to each other as a result of planning, we're totally eloping.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....oh man, is that funny. my exhorbitantly expensive gown alteration is next week. the bridesmaids' dresses are on the way and the groomsmen's tuxes have been picked out. as soon as i get more coin, i'm about to order the beach-themed place card material.

i got so owned.
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bi"polar"

it's after midnight on a weeknight. ordinarily i wouldn't have the wherewithal to pry my eyelids open past 10 pm. right now i'm bouncing off the walls: tomorrow is a snow day. class is cancelled already. i seem to have weather-dependent stores of boundless hyper energy.

MOTHERFUCKING SNOW DAY KIDS!!!!