f-bomb

After seeing that Blogger has photo upload now and trying for 30 minutes to take a picture on my fancy schmancy camera phone, I've resigned myself to the fact that I LOOK LIKE SHIT TODAY, and MUST NOT BE PHOTOGRAPHED. Today would be a super good day for me to be arrested. Then when people look at my mugshot, they will say...who's that? You? Oh no...couldn't be. She looks nothing like you.

Tomorrow, I am hoping not to be scheduler anymore. That would make me very happy. Not having to deal with terp bullshit and people pretending to be sick and just generally F-ing up my entire day by assuming I am out to f-ing get them. They're all POHA. My trashcan smells like porra. I need to empty it.

I'm going to Maine when I go see Liz and Rach. Hurray. :) Good to see my family. I wish my aunt and uncle were there too that week. I really only wish that my brother's girl was staying elsewhere. Like maybe with her family. I would like her SO MUCH MORE if she would get a job, do something around my parents' house (like clean something...who knew?), and treat my brother with a granule of respect...rather than assuming that he's her dog to go fetch shit with. That's my baby brother. Don't f--- with him.

Dimas left on Thursday for Brazil. Marcellinha is about to buy her ticket for Aug. All my Cavallo de Oliveiras will be gone soon. :( Brazil is still in my plans. But f---, man. Where will I get my Portuguese bad words from now?

Time to go pay my water bill, before I can't take a f----ing shower.

New Bags, Liz Phair and Tropico

These are a few of my favorite things.

My day started off as shit...our IT guy had changed my password on my comp at work and gave me shit how I gave my password to a coworker so he could check email at lunch. There's more to the story, but I am letting it slide off...it's not worth more of a headache than a 24 year old on a power trip has already worried me with. What it did show me was that my internet usage is being monitored. ALERT ALERT!!! Big Brother has entered the building!!!

A morning of scheduling, a yummy italian (tortellini-yummy, tiramisu-yummy) lunch, and 2 Liz Phair tickets later, I was ok. I am going to a Liz show in BOSTON on July, am very excited (to see Rach, too) to see Liz again. She's my favorite. She's not Celine Dion and all perfect voice and flowy dresses and all that crap...she's real, she's trashy and sweet all at the same time. Her lyrics tell my life story (all quarter life of it, heh). Hurray.

I went over to Marcella's house; she trimmed my hair for me-HURRAY!!! It's cute. And not mostly dead anymore. We went luggage shopping, and being around her in JC Penny looking for luggage and listening to Evanescence made me all sad that she's leaving soon to be with one of my most favorite people in the world. I miss my brilliant Paulo. I've not been sharing as much with him lately about all the stuff floating in my mind and I can feel the difference, the weight... Time to send a long email. Hehe. I'm planning London in Sept (trip to Amsterdam included). Went to my favorite place tonight: Chipotle, and then Ritas. Oh God how I love custard. Hung out with the brazillians and here I am at home tonight listening to the Police, a little sad, mostly content though.

I'm at the point in my life that I may be ready for some sort of relationship. Probably not with a 21 year old, probably not with someone in his late 20s that only calls me for booty. Society has this standard that people should be married or something like that, I'm really not sure...maybe it's just my own superficial fears manifesting into what I "think" society "thinks" about women in their 30s that are single. Whew. Maybe not. I don't meet anyone quality, I don't really want to "date" anymore. I love my male friends, I tend to think that their testosterone is all I need to get by. That and some bootie of my own, a little cuddle...really I don't need much. :) I Don't feel almost 30. I don't act almost 30, or look almost 30. I know my mom doesn't want to be a grandmother yet. Maybe she secretely does. I kind of doubt that one. And really, I want kids, I want the partner, I want the great american mortgage ruining my life. I just can't see that now. I don't have anyone in my life that I can spend 5-10 years with (or whatever the average marriage is now) or that I would want to father my children (I am thinking I want to genetically engineer my children to have brown eyes though....the bolvian would suit me fine for that). BLAH. I'm confused. I like being single, not having to tell someone where I am going or where I've been. I hate it when a man tells me what to do. I can't stand mediocre sex. I hate arguing with someone I love. Maybe I'm super jaded now. No, I am absolutely super jaded now. I want to puke on happy couples and steal their secrets at the same time. Blegh. Enough sleepy jibberish.

Going to play Tropico, the game where I am the Island Presidente. Hee. How I love that game. Speaking of persons with power issues. Muhahahahaha.

I wish it were Sunday (although not yesterday)

I had a ridiculously busy weekend. I promise myself I will never work a Sunday mid again. I was out on the patio- HURRAY! And all was cool up until the last hour and a half. How does the closer finish up at 7:45p and me (one of the people there since 10am) get stuck with the last three tables... one of which wants to sit and read a newspaper. We closed at 8p, I'm thinking...oh I'll leave semi-early. BAH. It was awful. I was near tears thinking I wanted to go to bed. I left work at 9:30p, ended up spliiting a pitcher of beer with a coworker at the pub after work, and going home to sleep around 11:30p. I made good money. I can't complain about that. There's not many places I can work and get paid $20 an hour to smile at people. I'm just tired. And I get sick of giving people my fake smile all weekend, so on Monday I am so frigging unbearable to my office folk.

I am supposed to have a softball game today, my lazy ass may stay home, or go and pick up that damn book that I couldn't get on Thursday. I haven't been keeping up with the class and I will feel like an ass if I fail it because I couldn't get the book...that I had but can't find now (and half.com says I didn't sell it). I love softball, I need the fresh air and running around and competition. I am just so tired from my weekend, I could go home and sleep now until tomorrow morning. I'm tired!!! Are you getting this??? I'm tired.

I'm starting to become curious about my ex. The one that I was supposed to marry... until you know... he found the one that he did marry. But based on that one thing (and also the fact that I sent him shit while he was in training camp for the army-his mom said he was homesick-and I was completely ignored), I refuse to try to get in contact with him. Yes, at one time he was my best friend, and yes I hope he's doing well. But I will absolutely not put myself out there again after being ignored.

I'm planning another trip to go see Mike and Maddie. I miss them. I miss the dogs. I miss the beach. I'm thinking maybe after 4th of July. Since I can't go to London till Sept, I might as well go SOMEWHERE. I would also love to go to Maine, up to my Uncle's Camp. I haven't been there in about 2 years, it would be a good thing if I could be around them again soon. My absolute favorite place in the world would have be at that lake, swimming as the sun is rising. It's the most wonderful feeling, having the sun rise on me at 6am. I feel a part of something so beautiful and natural...I can only lean back, float and have the most perfect beginning to my day.

On that note, back to work.

Oh so full of Chipotle goodness

Hiccup. Now I get to work tonight, sleepy and full, like the dumbass I am occasionally. Hurray for money. Hurray for hanging with young cutie. Hurray for being productive with my evening. Not so hurray for wanting a nap more than all of these things. More than ANYTHING. Even a TICKET TO LONDON. Ok, maybe I would stop whining for a free ticket to London in July.

I have to buy a book in a hurry for a class I am taking right now. I thought I had the book, and now I realize I must have sold the damn thing on half.com. Blah to having to make a run to Rockville to buy a textbook. Going to dinner with Nat tomorrow night (not Tues, as planned). Mmmm, she's talkng about wanting sushi. Hopefully they'll be a lot of drinking involved too. Mature adult birthday drinking...not I'm 22 and I'm going to drink till I puke drinking.

I've decided I don't like cream cleanser, specifically Target brand...which advertised itself as being the same goodness as Neutregena Deep Clean. BAH! No Cream Cleanser for me. I am an oily mess. My forehead is a crazy, dirty, oily mess. Back to my one true wash.

Off to work, maybe with a 10 minute nap in between if I can get away with it. ;)

From the Fearless Catcher

Hurray for Softball. Even if my batting skills have gone shitty. Back to the cages this week! I just need to hear the sound of CLINK to boost my ego back up. I played catcher rather than 3rd Base last night. Interesting stuff. I may have been too close to the batters, but I was clueless. I didn't even go out for after game beers. I was sleepy. I should have though...the crazy lightning storm last night....I went the semi-long way on Penn Ave and was on the Beltway with the worst of it happened. If I had only made that left on to 4th. Blah! I got home ok, not in so bad of time and was able to finish my book and watch the ending of Spiderman on tv: "Only a friend, Peter Parker?", "That's all I have to give...". (Oh God how I love Peter Parker)

I'm so sleepy. I would give anything to do some yoga right now. Or a nice long nap. Hehe. I do need to figure out the best thing to make me not so tired during the day. I am always so sleepy, even when I've had 8 hours.

I'm going out with Nat tonight, it was her B-day on Sunday. Hurray for 27 year olds! She's moving to Texas soon, to start her externship in Gavelston. Sniff sniff. She found an awesome 2 bedroom condo for $700 a month. Her pit, Caeser can go too. Makes me want to run off and move. Of course I won't be leaving anytime soon, but her big move makes me want to. Also makes me want a pooch. A beagle named Hank. Where are ya Hank? Am I ready for you, luv? Maybe I should get a dog named Peter Parker. I wouldn't need to try and find him anymore in that case. Hehe.

Molly Ringwald is mulling a 16 Candles Sequel. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love it. Really I do. 36 Candles??

Eggy boys and Softball

I start playing softball again tonight. Yayyyy! I'm very excited to be out there, a little anxious about how well I'll play after a year off. No worries...we all tend to suck sometimes. :) I need to find my glove. And my shirt. Jeez. What the hell did I do yesterday? Oh yeah, thats right. Absolutely nothing. Hehe. Laundry. That counts.

Hung out with young cutie from restaurant this weekend. Cool guy. I like him a lot. Still iffy about the whole relationship at the Egg. I don't think it will be that serious. Gives me practice with spanish though and allows me to be more confident that I will eventually be speaking all of my latin languages soon. :)

My plans of London in July are slowly drifting out to sea. There's no way I can afford $800 for a tic that will cost me $400 if I wait 2 months. Where's the cheap flight calling my name? I'm looking, I'm not finding. Damn Holiday spiking prices.

New Phone, New Phone, Lalala lalala.

I have a new phone. It's the most beautiful wonderful phone of all time. http://www.kyocera-wireless.com/koi-phone/ This is my phone. It's so pretty. Uhhhhhhhhh. I need a ringer and a colorful case to make my phone complete. :)

I have to work tonight. No playing with the new phone in all of it's glory or taking pictures or petting the phone or filming unsuspecting peeps. Work. Eh. Making money! Waiting on the B's tonight, both coming in for dinner. I can't be grumpy on new phone day just because I don't get to hang out with the new phone tonight.

Que sera sera.