My Week at a Glance

I’m pretty sure the days leading up to next Friday are going to be crazy, insane and going to make me want to cry. Here’s what I have slated out for myself (in no particular order):

  • Get a hold of the Notary to finish off the paperwork for the house.
  • Call up more contacts for my freelance projects and schedule interviews with them.
  • Do an over-the-phone interview on Tuesday and write it up right afterwards because it’s due on Thursday.
  • Work at Jobs #1 and #2.
  • Finish packing up the stuff in the kitchen that we don’t really need (such as the rest of the oven stuff).
  • Pack more clothes away.
  • Blog, because I feel that if I don’t post something everyday, I’m a horrible person.
  • Shower (because hey, if you don’t remind yourself, sometimes you never know)

I really have no idea if I’m going to be able to get all of this done. At least I hope to remember to shower daily. We all win if that happens.

I’ll leave you with a photo from my night out Saturday, to which I was told I was going to get Jersey Shore Drunk, (I didn’t, sorry LiLu!), but I did end up with fat swollen feet from my sexy yet painful shoes. I’m so sad that the hurt so much:

What’s in store for you this week?

It’s Wedding Season!

Which means, I hate life.

Not that I’m anti-wedding or anything, because I love the flowers, the dresses, the party, etc., but I hate having to read/hear about everyone’s nuptial plans. It gets nauseating.

Last summer/over the years I’ve blocked people from my main news feed on Facebook just so I didn’t have to read shiz like, “OMG I FOUND THE PERFECT RED TONE FOR MY FLOWERS” or “OMGZZZZ I’M GOING TO BE MRS. (insert dude’s last name here) IN LIKKE 5 MONTHS!!!” Yeah, I know. Yeah, everyone else knows. No, not everyone wants to hear about it.

Maybe I’m bitter because last year Kyle was in a wedding party and the bride (who I was “okay” friends with”) did everything she could to make me miserable. I went with Kyle to the rehearsal and had to leave because I started crying. Maybe it was jealousy, but I couldn’t stand it. Then, the groom’s mom/the groom (and one of Kyle’s oldest friends) asked me to convert some weird Mac photo slideshow into a PC friendly version because the reception hall didn’t have a Mac friendly overheard projector. I slaved all night stressing over this ridiculously long slideshow and eventually got it working, but the bitch-whore bride didn’t even thank me. Or maybe she did, but it was definitely insincere. Blaaaah.

I wonder if this outlook of mine will change when I get to be a part of a wedding next summer. Who knows. I can picture myself standing up at the alter with the bride, bawling harder than her. Oy.

Whenever Kyle and I get engaged (which will happen after we buy a house/when Kyle finds somewhere to keep me, lol) I am going to try to completely avoid bombarding everyone with wedding details. There’s gotta be people out there who get as sick and tired as I when it comes to weddings.

Please tell me I’m not the only one.

Video Game Nazi

As I write this late-in-the-day blog post, I have come to realize that I am a video game nazi.

The Roommate is playing my XBox with his hard drive and while I really want to play my game, I know I have to be patient and let him have his turn. (Long story short – his XBox died and so he’s been using his hard drive on my system. XBox is fabulous that way.)

I could spazz out and demand that I be able to play, but I won’t. I’m not a “Sit and Watch” kind of person. Nor do I like people telling me how to play my game. Kyle bought me UFC Undisputed 2010 as a late birthday present (Manly, I know, but I love the UFC) and it’s taking me a while to learn everything. Kyle and Roommate have been suggesting how to train, etc., but I’d rather just figure it out myself. Nazi? Maybe. Control freak? Definitely.

Taking a break is probably good for me actually. When I lose I get frustrated, and I really don’t think I could afford to buy a new controller. (Yeah, I throw them when I’m mad. Bad idea.)


On a completely different note, there is a magpie nest just outside my bathroom/bedroom window and the Momma bird is doing a very good job waking me up every morning. Oh the joys of spring.


On another different note, I keep thinking today is Wednesday. Boo.