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I'm so exhausted from snowboarding yesterday. If you can call it snowboarding. I need new boots. Bad.
And now I'm sick....Yay me.
And now I'm sick....Yay me.
January 13th, 2007
sickJanuary 5th, 2007
It amazes me how shallow, self-absorbed and cold you can be.
Why did you feel the need to treat me the way that you did? Did you not realize that I called you several times to meet up with you before you left the country?? Or did you just not care? I'm assuming the latter since you made NO attempt to contact me after you got back to the states and I later find out you decided to spend your last night with your "stripper friends." I'm really not surprised.
What did I ever do to you?!?!?! I was always there whenever you needed me. I supported you and when others basically told you to Fuck off, I stayed and remained your friend. Yes, I'm hurt by your actions but I'm considering the source too. I'm not surprised that you don't have many close friends.
Is it because I'm more secure in who I am than you? Is it because I'm honest and see you for who you are? What's the deal?!?!
Is it because we can't trade clothes? Is it some stupid and insignificant reason? Honestly, nothing I can think of makes sense to me.
Whatever the reason, I'd like to know. Just for shits and giggles.
Why did you feel the need to treat me the way that you did? Did you not realize that I called you several times to meet up with you before you left the country?? Or did you just not care? I'm assuming the latter since you made NO attempt to contact me after you got back to the states and I later find out you decided to spend your last night with your "stripper friends." I'm really not surprised.
What did I ever do to you?!?!?! I was always there whenever you needed me. I supported you and when others basically told you to Fuck off, I stayed and remained your friend. Yes, I'm hurt by your actions but I'm considering the source too. I'm not surprised that you don't have many close friends.
Is it because I'm more secure in who I am than you? Is it because I'm honest and see you for who you are? What's the deal?!?!
Is it because we can't trade clothes? Is it some stupid and insignificant reason? Honestly, nothing I can think of makes sense to me.
Whatever the reason, I'd like to know. Just for shits and giggles.
November 23rd, 2006
November 14th, 2006
Yay! my very first LJ post using my shiny new laptop!!
ecstaticNovember 11th, 2006
I really dont like it when I have dreams about a friend. A sexual dream about a friend. A sexual dream involving a close male friend. I hate that feeling that you get when you see that person again after you've had the dream. The whole akward, weird, "Oh my god, does he KNOW?!" feeling. Although, I will say it was damn good...and has got me thinking. A dangerous thing I know. No, no, stop...we can't go there, Carmen. *But damnit, it was good!* I'll have to file that somewhere for future reflection.
weirdNovember 8th, 2006
I'm so sick of people saying how it's SO rainy out and WOW, I can't believe it's going to rain alllllll week. OH NO! Get the fuck over it. You live in Oregon ya moron, it happens! It's the price we pay to have it so green and lush here. So shut yer trap.
annoyedNovember 7th, 2006
Bad Sex...
By Natalie and Fabulana (courtesy of HBI)
If you aren't still a virgin, then at some point you've had it. You know... the REALLY BAD SEX. Sometimes the only way you can talk about it is if you are plied with alcohol. Other experiences are just so funny, you HAVE to tell someone.
The thing that may surprise most guys is that while men may talk about sex in the locker rooms in euphemistic terms, (and we know they are renowned for lying to their buddies), Heartless Bitches talk about sex with other women in EXPLICIT, GRAPHIC, terms, and they NEVER LIE.
Think about it guys. Girls DO kiss and tell. We talk about penis size. We talk about kissing techniques. We talk about love-making techniques and fucking techniques. We talk about guys who are incredible in bed, and where appropriate, we laugh like hell at the ones who were just terrible. Heartless as we are, we DO cut some slack for the new or inexperienced guys. They're not the type that end up getting skewered by the Heartless Bitch wit.
So how does a guy get it on with a Heartless Bitch without fear that he’s going to be the laughing stock later? Every woman has her likes and dislikes, so no technique for sex is universal – no matter what they try to sell you in books and magazines…. but we can start by providing a list of DON’Ts. These are the things we agree turn us off completely.
DON’T forget hygiene! Take some time in the bathroom BEFORE you get her in the bedroom and CLEAN UP. Wash a bit down there fer chrissakes! I can’t think of a bigger turn off than a guy who hasn’t wiped his ass properly… And wash your hands thoroughly before – maybe you were cutting up jalapeno peppers, or maybe your hands are just dirty – but I don’t need to experience either the pain or a yeast infection because you didn’t take the time to wash up…
And on that note, for the beardless, DON’T FORGET TO SHAVE. Jake Gyllenhall was quoted as saying that his experience kissing co-star Heath Ledger in “BrokeBack Mountain” was “Exfoliating”. I laughed my ass off at that. At LAST! A man finally TRULY experiences what it is like to kiss a guy who hasn’t shaved. Karma, I tell you! Now if EVERY man could experience that just once, maybe they’d be a bit more understanding. Stubble isn’t sexy. It’s lazy and it’s painful. Kissing is NO FUN with stubble. It HURTS. And you aren’t getting anywhere near my clit with serious stubble.(and here’s a word to the wise: Shaving with a blade makes a guy MUCH more kissable).
DON’T start “talking dirty” the first time you get her in bed. Or even the second. Some girls like that – but you need to take time to figure out if that’s part of the play or not. Don’t immediately assume it is a turn on for her because you heard some guy do it in a porn flick. Most guys who try to "talk dirty" just sound dumb.
Unless your relationship was started out of a mutual interest in kink, DON’T suggest anything remotely kinky the first time in bed – or for that matter until you know the person REALLY REALLY well.
DON'T give me an Olympic gold medal routine of all your best moves with the LAST girlfriend; I don't want to walk a mile in her figure skates when we're in bed. If I can tell you EXACTLY what your last girlfriend was into after having sex with you, you're not paying enough attention to ME. A new partner is a discovery, not a replacement, and each experience is a new one. That's not to say you have to reinvent the wheel with every new partner, or that it isn't useful to develop technique over time (we give thanks, indeed, to all those who went before!). We just don't want a mechanical performance, no matter what the artistic merit. Good intimacy involves being PRESENT in the moment.
DON’T withhold all sounds and emotions. Would you like it if she just laid there and made NO noise, and did NOTHING to give you feedback? If you like something, let her know! You don’t have to scream like an out-control-hyena, but don’t hold everything back either. God knows, we have no desire to fuck a corpse.
DON’T jam your fingers up her crotch and see how many you can stuff in there. Most men have NO idea what to do with their hands and are exceedingly clumsy when it comes to “fingering” women. Let her guide you. If she likes it, she’ll indicate where and how.
DON’T forget that the labia, clitoris and vagina are sensitive areas. If you are in the midst of foreplay remember: Just because a woman is turned on and responding, doesn’t mean you should start jamming your fingers harder and harder into her crotch (with or without clothing). Firm, gentle pressure is sufficient... Pay attention to her responses!
DON’T mention how big your penis is. EVER. Phrases like, “Oooh baby, I’m gonna give you all eight inches!” are likely to induce fits of giggling if not immediately, then certainly later when she is with her girlfriends. ESPECIALLY if you are substantially less than the quoted inches. Believe it or not, we DO have some clue how big eight inches is.
Unless you are waiting for a call from a dying relative, or you are on pager duty for work, DON’T take a phone call in the middle of sex. ESPECIALLY not on the first night you spend with someone.
Unless you’ve said it outside of the bedroom, DON’T use the “I love you” phrase IN the bedroom. Or on the kitchen table, or on the sofa, or anywhere else you decide to have sex.
DON’T immediately assume the woman wants you to go down on her without asking. Sure some girls really enjoy it but for others, it's a surefire way to give her a yeast infection. Not everyone's the same and until you know my personality and my anatomy better you could at least ask, and don't act like it's a blow to your ego (pun intended) if it's not what *I* want.
DON’T do anything for her if YOU don’t like it, but you think it’s something she wants. That’s akin to a mercy fuck, and what self-respecting woman wants that? Be honest; if you really aren't into something, don't try it just because you think you are supposed to "service" your woman. This isn't an auto bay and you aren't the mechanic. MY pleasure isn't something you do to me, it's something I feel, so don't try to take macho credit for it (i.e., "who's your daddy?"). The best sex is going to be with someone who gets off on their partner's arousal and overall warm feelings. Baby, if you don’t LOVE what you are doing, don’t do it. I’ve got a vast and varied repertoire. We don’t have to do anything that doesn’t completely turn you on.
Apropos, be comfortable with your own desires, and be able to give AND TAKE pleasure. Nothing has a more chilling effect on the male sex drive than confusion (and believe us, this little secret works wonders if what you really want is to shut down the machinery!). In the consensual playpen, if you're confused, ASK. If what you're doing ain't working, don't look at US like WE'RE the problem. When the nonverbal communication breaks down, that's what words are for. If you avoid the "macho mechanic" and "gold medal figure skater" mentalities, it shouldn't come to this anyway.
DON’T get all huffy if she wants to touch herself or control her own pleasure in any way, as if that takes agency and masculine power away from you! That's my biggest peeve. Guys who think your pleasure is something that they DO TO you, rather than something YOU EXPERIENCE. The means becomes more important to them than the ends. That's when you know the sex with you is really all about them--laying you makes them a bigger man, or something. We see it a lot in immature men.
DON’T “command” her to come. If she wants to come, she’ll come. We are very good at directing traffic and letting you know what they need. They are not there to put on a command performance for you. And here’s a newsflash – sometimes it’s not all about the orgasm. Sometimes, the journey is more important than the destination. After all, that’s what tantra is all about…
That being said, DON’T forget about her pleasure completely and treat her like a sex toy. You are having sex with a PARTNER – another PERSON… make sure you remain involved in that and get so caught up in your own pleasure that you forget the other person is there. It isn’t all about you and it isn’t all about her.
DON’T assume that only the front of a person is sexy, or that if she turns her back to you, she’s done. Hello! It COULD be Invitation City...
Basically the worst sexual encounters we have had involve someone whose repressed or macho attitudes get in the way of intimacy. Sex is an intimate experience at its best (by definition--duh) so there is nothing enticing or fun about mechanical performance freaks who've been drilled to think they know what women want. The idea that you can know me based on whatever you've heard or done before is insulting, and unimaginative.
By Natalie and Fabulana (courtesy of HBI)
If you aren't still a virgin, then at some point you've had it. You know... the REALLY BAD SEX. Sometimes the only way you can talk about it is if you are plied with alcohol. Other experiences are just so funny, you HAVE to tell someone.
The thing that may surprise most guys is that while men may talk about sex in the locker rooms in euphemistic terms, (and we know they are renowned for lying to their buddies), Heartless Bitches talk about sex with other women in EXPLICIT, GRAPHIC, terms, and they NEVER LIE.
Think about it guys. Girls DO kiss and tell. We talk about penis size. We talk about kissing techniques. We talk about love-making techniques and fucking techniques. We talk about guys who are incredible in bed, and where appropriate, we laugh like hell at the ones who were just terrible. Heartless as we are, we DO cut some slack for the new or inexperienced guys. They're not the type that end up getting skewered by the Heartless Bitch wit.
So how does a guy get it on with a Heartless Bitch without fear that he’s going to be the laughing stock later? Every woman has her likes and dislikes, so no technique for sex is universal – no matter what they try to sell you in books and magazines…. but we can start by providing a list of DON’Ts. These are the things we agree turn us off completely.
DON’T forget hygiene! Take some time in the bathroom BEFORE you get her in the bedroom and CLEAN UP. Wash a bit down there fer chrissakes! I can’t think of a bigger turn off than a guy who hasn’t wiped his ass properly… And wash your hands thoroughly before – maybe you were cutting up jalapeno peppers, or maybe your hands are just dirty – but I don’t need to experience either the pain or a yeast infection because you didn’t take the time to wash up…
And on that note, for the beardless, DON’T FORGET TO SHAVE. Jake Gyllenhall was quoted as saying that his experience kissing co-star Heath Ledger in “BrokeBack Mountain” was “Exfoliating”. I laughed my ass off at that. At LAST! A man finally TRULY experiences what it is like to kiss a guy who hasn’t shaved. Karma, I tell you! Now if EVERY man could experience that just once, maybe they’d be a bit more understanding. Stubble isn’t sexy. It’s lazy and it’s painful. Kissing is NO FUN with stubble. It HURTS. And you aren’t getting anywhere near my clit with serious stubble.(and here’s a word to the wise: Shaving with a blade makes a guy MUCH more kissable).
DON’T start “talking dirty” the first time you get her in bed. Or even the second. Some girls like that – but you need to take time to figure out if that’s part of the play or not. Don’t immediately assume it is a turn on for her because you heard some guy do it in a porn flick. Most guys who try to "talk dirty" just sound dumb.
Unless your relationship was started out of a mutual interest in kink, DON’T suggest anything remotely kinky the first time in bed – or for that matter until you know the person REALLY REALLY well.
DON'T give me an Olympic gold medal routine of all your best moves with the LAST girlfriend; I don't want to walk a mile in her figure skates when we're in bed. If I can tell you EXACTLY what your last girlfriend was into after having sex with you, you're not paying enough attention to ME. A new partner is a discovery, not a replacement, and each experience is a new one. That's not to say you have to reinvent the wheel with every new partner, or that it isn't useful to develop technique over time (we give thanks, indeed, to all those who went before!). We just don't want a mechanical performance, no matter what the artistic merit. Good intimacy involves being PRESENT in the moment.
DON’T withhold all sounds and emotions. Would you like it if she just laid there and made NO noise, and did NOTHING to give you feedback? If you like something, let her know! You don’t have to scream like an out-control-hyena, but don’t hold everything back either. God knows, we have no desire to fuck a corpse.
DON’T jam your fingers up her crotch and see how many you can stuff in there. Most men have NO idea what to do with their hands and are exceedingly clumsy when it comes to “fingering” women. Let her guide you. If she likes it, she’ll indicate where and how.
DON’T forget that the labia, clitoris and vagina are sensitive areas. If you are in the midst of foreplay remember: Just because a woman is turned on and responding, doesn’t mean you should start jamming your fingers harder and harder into her crotch (with or without clothing). Firm, gentle pressure is sufficient... Pay attention to her responses!
DON’T mention how big your penis is. EVER. Phrases like, “Oooh baby, I’m gonna give you all eight inches!” are likely to induce fits of giggling if not immediately, then certainly later when she is with her girlfriends. ESPECIALLY if you are substantially less than the quoted inches. Believe it or not, we DO have some clue how big eight inches is.
Unless you are waiting for a call from a dying relative, or you are on pager duty for work, DON’T take a phone call in the middle of sex. ESPECIALLY not on the first night you spend with someone.
Unless you’ve said it outside of the bedroom, DON’T use the “I love you” phrase IN the bedroom. Or on the kitchen table, or on the sofa, or anywhere else you decide to have sex.
DON’T immediately assume the woman wants you to go down on her without asking. Sure some girls really enjoy it but for others, it's a surefire way to give her a yeast infection. Not everyone's the same and until you know my personality and my anatomy better you could at least ask, and don't act like it's a blow to your ego (pun intended) if it's not what *I* want.
DON’T do anything for her if YOU don’t like it, but you think it’s something she wants. That’s akin to a mercy fuck, and what self-respecting woman wants that? Be honest; if you really aren't into something, don't try it just because you think you are supposed to "service" your woman. This isn't an auto bay and you aren't the mechanic. MY pleasure isn't something you do to me, it's something I feel, so don't try to take macho credit for it (i.e., "who's your daddy?"). The best sex is going to be with someone who gets off on their partner's arousal and overall warm feelings. Baby, if you don’t LOVE what you are doing, don’t do it. I’ve got a vast and varied repertoire. We don’t have to do anything that doesn’t completely turn you on.
Apropos, be comfortable with your own desires, and be able to give AND TAKE pleasure. Nothing has a more chilling effect on the male sex drive than confusion (and believe us, this little secret works wonders if what you really want is to shut down the machinery!). In the consensual playpen, if you're confused, ASK. If what you're doing ain't working, don't look at US like WE'RE the problem. When the nonverbal communication breaks down, that's what words are for. If you avoid the "macho mechanic" and "gold medal figure skater" mentalities, it shouldn't come to this anyway.
DON’T get all huffy if she wants to touch herself or control her own pleasure in any way, as if that takes agency and masculine power away from you! That's my biggest peeve. Guys who think your pleasure is something that they DO TO you, rather than something YOU EXPERIENCE. The means becomes more important to them than the ends. That's when you know the sex with you is really all about them--laying you makes them a bigger man, or something. We see it a lot in immature men.
DON’T “command” her to come. If she wants to come, she’ll come. We are very good at directing traffic and letting you know what they need. They are not there to put on a command performance for you. And here’s a newsflash – sometimes it’s not all about the orgasm. Sometimes, the journey is more important than the destination. After all, that’s what tantra is all about…
That being said, DON’T forget about her pleasure completely and treat her like a sex toy. You are having sex with a PARTNER – another PERSON… make sure you remain involved in that and get so caught up in your own pleasure that you forget the other person is there. It isn’t all about you and it isn’t all about her.
DON’T assume that only the front of a person is sexy, or that if she turns her back to you, she’s done. Hello! It COULD be Invitation City...
Basically the worst sexual encounters we have had involve someone whose repressed or macho attitudes get in the way of intimacy. Sex is an intimate experience at its best (by definition--duh) so there is nothing enticing or fun about mechanical performance freaks who've been drilled to think they know what women want. The idea that you can know me based on whatever you've heard or done before is insulting, and unimaginative.
amusedNovember 1st, 2006
No pun intended in the title. Especially since I'm still grieving for my Grandpa. Anywho...
This last week has been absolutely crazy. Crazy busy, that is.
Eric took off all of last week for his birthday (10/26) and didn't have to go back to work until today. And Jen, Sharna's cousin, came in to town from LA on Thursday. Also, Scott left for hunting on the 20th and didnt get back until the 29th so I've been pretty much hanging out with them and David all this last week. I took off Thursday and Friday to make sure I had enough energy to party.
Wednesday we all went to Reggae vs. Hip Hop at John Henry's. That's always a good time. I haven't been in so long too so it was nice to hear some good music. Even Suze came out and partied with us! Pita pit was a must afterward
Thursday I spent most of the day preparing for my Oral presentation for Spanish class. I got a 73/100. Eh. I hate that class. I'm hoping to pass it with a C. After dinner we all went to 80's night at John Henry's since it was Eric's birthday and Jen just got in town. I made sure the DJ wished him a Happy Birthday then played MJ's Thriller. I bought him and Sharna a ride in the rickshaw - just so we can keep the tradition going! Headed to IHOP after shaking our money makers. That place has got to see their fair share of drunk idiots on any given night.
Friday was low key. I rode up with David in the morning to Corvallis so he could take care of some shit so he could get in to the apartment Jon and him are looking at. Came back to town and rallied the troops for some breakfast at Turtles. Mmmm.....pepperjack cauliflower soup. Delish. Made our way to Berg's and the ski swap. Didnt find anything so I went home and napped. Later that night we headed to Cornucopia for dinner then the Old Pad where we cracked out on Word Dojo and smoked from the Hooka. Apricot flavored tobacco is the greatest.
Satuday I slept in until noon (which was a must) then joined Eric, Jen and Sharna to watch the Men's game at Agnes Stewart. That pitch was super nice and they won against the Quake too. Went to the drink up after the game instead of the Duck game. That was worth it. Jen and Eric never have been to a Rugby social and those of you familiar with the atmosphere know that it's not for the faint of heart. We even busted out "S&M Man" and "I used to work in Chicago." Also, there were 4 Zulu's to be done and even with the cold weather, it was a sight to see. My favorite Zulu is still Corey's. Hehe. Needless to say, Jen and Eric thoroughly enjoyed themselves and had a great time.
Later that night we headed to the Floater concert at the McDonald for their new CD release show. It was fantastic. We sat upstairs on the balcony and had a great view of the stage without being hot and sweaty. After getting dropped off at home I went over to Ryan and Lesli's costume party sans costume and lost 5 bucks in poker. When I draw pocket rockets and get 2 Queens on the flop, I'm sure as shit not going to fold. Ryan got a ten on the river for his straight and sucked me out. Bastard.
Sunday I slept in until 1:30. Damn, that felt so good. Cleaned house, did some homework and waited for Scott to get home. Wow. Was that a homecoming or what!?!? Got dressed and ready to go the the 3rd Annual Halloween edition of the Burlesque Show and John Henry's. Spooktacular! Ducked out after the 2nd set since I had to work at 6:30. Ugh.
Monday was work and school. After school and before my second shift at work I scoped out my options for a costume. Picked up a black Fedora, nylons, black pants, a white collared shirt and a tie. Scott picked up a tie, a driving hat and a light colored suit. We dressed, picked up David and we all went to the Private "Speakeasy style" party at John Henry's (I'm noticing a pattern here...). All drinks were on special, free pool, free food, candy and a DJ. It was sweet! Evin was looking damn hot in his suit waving his can around. Left way too late too.
Tuesday was more work and school. Came home and took a long nap which was so needed. Staying out late and waking up early is a recipe for getting sick and that sure as shit isn't going to happen. Went to Burger and Brew with Eric, Scott and Dave then came home and got ready for Bags' and Lauren's party. Their house is so awesome. One whole side is nothing but windows from floor to ceiling and they decked the whole place in Halloween garb. They even had a ping pong table for Beer pong. Dave and Dale went as Jay and Silent Bob and the resemblance was fucking uncanny. Best costume of the night in my opinion. Second best was Bags, Garth and a couple other guys as the A-team. They even had the Van. Priceless.
I'm so dragging ass this morning. I would skip out on Spanish but damnit, as much as a I hate that class, I still need to go. Ugh. After that, I'm sleeping until 8.
Pictures coming soon.
This last week has been absolutely crazy. Crazy busy, that is.
Eric took off all of last week for his birthday (10/26) and didn't have to go back to work until today. And Jen, Sharna's cousin, came in to town from LA on Thursday. Also, Scott left for hunting on the 20th and didnt get back until the 29th so I've been pretty much hanging out with them and David all this last week. I took off Thursday and Friday to make sure I had enough energy to party.
Wednesday we all went to Reggae vs. Hip Hop at John Henry's. That's always a good time. I haven't been in so long too so it was nice to hear some good music. Even Suze came out and partied with us! Pita pit was a must afterward
Thursday I spent most of the day preparing for my Oral presentation for Spanish class. I got a 73/100. Eh. I hate that class. I'm hoping to pass it with a C. After dinner we all went to 80's night at John Henry's since it was Eric's birthday and Jen just got in town. I made sure the DJ wished him a Happy Birthday then played MJ's Thriller. I bought him and Sharna a ride in the rickshaw - just so we can keep the tradition going! Headed to IHOP after shaking our money makers. That place has got to see their fair share of drunk idiots on any given night.
Friday was low key. I rode up with David in the morning to Corvallis so he could take care of some shit so he could get in to the apartment Jon and him are looking at. Came back to town and rallied the troops for some breakfast at Turtles. Mmmm.....pepperjack cauliflower soup. Delish. Made our way to Berg's and the ski swap. Didnt find anything so I went home and napped. Later that night we headed to Cornucopia for dinner then the Old Pad where we cracked out on Word Dojo and smoked from the Hooka. Apricot flavored tobacco is the greatest.
Satuday I slept in until noon (which was a must) then joined Eric, Jen and Sharna to watch the Men's game at Agnes Stewart. That pitch was super nice and they won against the Quake too. Went to the drink up after the game instead of the Duck game. That was worth it. Jen and Eric never have been to a Rugby social and those of you familiar with the atmosphere know that it's not for the faint of heart. We even busted out "S&M Man" and "I used to work in Chicago." Also, there were 4 Zulu's to be done and even with the cold weather, it was a sight to see. My favorite Zulu is still Corey's. Hehe. Needless to say, Jen and Eric thoroughly enjoyed themselves and had a great time.
Later that night we headed to the Floater concert at the McDonald for their new CD release show. It was fantastic. We sat upstairs on the balcony and had a great view of the stage without being hot and sweaty. After getting dropped off at home I went over to Ryan and Lesli's costume party sans costume and lost 5 bucks in poker. When I draw pocket rockets and get 2 Queens on the flop, I'm sure as shit not going to fold. Ryan got a ten on the river for his straight and sucked me out. Bastard.
Sunday I slept in until 1:30. Damn, that felt so good. Cleaned house, did some homework and waited for Scott to get home. Wow. Was that a homecoming or what!?!? Got dressed and ready to go the the 3rd Annual Halloween edition of the Burlesque Show and John Henry's. Spooktacular! Ducked out after the 2nd set since I had to work at 6:30. Ugh.
Monday was work and school. After school and before my second shift at work I scoped out my options for a costume. Picked up a black Fedora, nylons, black pants, a white collared shirt and a tie. Scott picked up a tie, a driving hat and a light colored suit. We dressed, picked up David and we all went to the Private "Speakeasy style" party at John Henry's (I'm noticing a pattern here...). All drinks were on special, free pool, free food, candy and a DJ. It was sweet! Evin was looking damn hot in his suit waving his can around. Left way too late too.
Tuesday was more work and school. Came home and took a long nap which was so needed. Staying out late and waking up early is a recipe for getting sick and that sure as shit isn't going to happen. Went to Burger and Brew with Eric, Scott and Dave then came home and got ready for Bags' and Lauren's party. Their house is so awesome. One whole side is nothing but windows from floor to ceiling and they decked the whole place in Halloween garb. They even had a ping pong table for Beer pong. Dave and Dale went as Jay and Silent Bob and the resemblance was fucking uncanny. Best costume of the night in my opinion. Second best was Bags, Garth and a couple other guys as the A-team. They even had the Van. Priceless.
I'm so dragging ass this morning. I would skip out on Spanish but damnit, as much as a I hate that class, I still need to go. Ugh. After that, I'm sleeping until 8.
Pictures coming soon.
October 16th, 2006
I'm numb. I'm in shock. My heart hurts...it aches and feels as though it has been ripped from my chest. Even sitting here typing brings on a bout of tears. On Saturday October 14th, 2006 my grandfather died. Died, I say. Dead. Not coming back, not on vacation, never will be seen again. I can't even process this information right now. I don't know what to do, what to say, how to act. Even 'being' right now is hard. It took me 3 years to deal with and grieve for my grandma and this...this is just too much.
depressedOctober 12th, 2006
So while at school yesterday, I walked through the Street Fair and came upon a Henna booth. I looked through the books and decided, why the hell not? Xavier is really cool and it was fun to sit and talk with her. She's from Portland and can be found at the Saturday Market in downtown. She did an excellent job and I am thouroughly pleased with the work she did. I took this picture about an hour or so after it was done so it had already begun to crack and flake off. A few hours later I took the remainder off and have a very nice shade of henna on my skin. I love how she incorporated the sun and my astrological sign(s). I am thinking of going back and getting some work done on my hand.
Now I really really really really really want to get my tattoo done.
Now I really really really really really want to get my tattoo done.
awakeOctober 11th, 2006
On Monday after work I headed over to a friends, played some Chess, consumed some beer, motivated, then left for home around 11:30. Once I got home I proceeded to take my contacts out, begin changing my clothes etc. when I heard a car fly by my house. We live off Daisy street in Springfield and any of you who are familiar with that street know that it is a straight stretch of road that some people just can't help themselves but to drive at 3x the 25mph speed limit. Bastards. Anyway, I hear this car fly by and then....I hear screeching. The kind of screeching that is usually followed by a crash and holy shit, was this a crash. I not only heard it, I felt it. I threw on a t-shirt and went outside to see what happened. Just then I see two males running east on Daisy. Right away I sensed foul play.
"Holy shit! Some guy just almost hit us! *he points* He crashed down there!"
My first instinct was to say "Yeah right, ya fucking liar!" but I held my tongue. I thought, why the fuck would you be running away then?
Rather than pursue the two running men, I ran (and I mean RAN) down the street about 3 houses down from mine to see if there was anybody that was injured or needed assistance. I didn't see anyone and ordered the first person I saw to call the police. Pretty soon more sleepy-eyed neighbors came outside to see what the commotion was. Shortly thereafter a cop shows up, then another, then another. I shout to one of them, "They ran that way!" One cop was a K-9 unit so he left on foot with his dog while the other sat blocking the intersection and the other got out and started asking questions.
The description I gave was:
2 white males, medium build, 5'8 to 5'10 in height
Both wearing jeans
Both wearing polo shirts; one predominately white with red stripes and the another predominately blue with white stripes.
One wore a white baseball hat
Neither had facial hair or glasses
Medium timbre vocalization of the male who spoke
I got a laugh out of the cop when I told him one was holding his pants up while running. Told him he knew what little gangbanger wanna-be's looked like and that's what he'll need to look for. *chuckle*
The car was totalled. The whole right side was smashed in and the tire was missing and/or lodged underneath the vehicle. Glass was everywhere. The mailbox they ran in to was in pieces all over the road and the poor tree they impaled (what did that tree do to you?!?!?) is now crooked and gashed.
Needless to say, the car was probably stolen or they had no license/insurance or they were drunk/high or all of the above.
I couldn't get to sleep after all that and laid (lied?) awake until 1am. I kept thinking up different scenario's of running after those guys, tackling one or both (hey, it's possible) and holding them down until help arrived. I hope they find and arrest them soon. And I'm really hoping they don't retaliate and set my house on fire.
I tell you what though...I think I've had enough of the run-ins with police. That makes twice (see "I was thisclose to going to jail" post) in the last 3 weeks.
"Holy shit! Some guy just almost hit us! *he points* He crashed down there!"
My first instinct was to say "Yeah right, ya fucking liar!" but I held my tongue. I thought, why the fuck would you be running away then?
Rather than pursue the two running men, I ran (and I mean RAN) down the street about 3 houses down from mine to see if there was anybody that was injured or needed assistance. I didn't see anyone and ordered the first person I saw to call the police. Pretty soon more sleepy-eyed neighbors came outside to see what the commotion was. Shortly thereafter a cop shows up, then another, then another. I shout to one of them, "They ran that way!" One cop was a K-9 unit so he left on foot with his dog while the other sat blocking the intersection and the other got out and started asking questions.
The description I gave was:
2 white males, medium build, 5'8 to 5'10 in height
Both wearing jeans
Both wearing polo shirts; one predominately white with red stripes and the another predominately blue with white stripes.
One wore a white baseball hat
Neither had facial hair or glasses
Medium timbre vocalization of the male who spoke
I got a laugh out of the cop when I told him one was holding his pants up while running. Told him he knew what little gangbanger wanna-be's looked like and that's what he'll need to look for. *chuckle*
The car was totalled. The whole right side was smashed in and the tire was missing and/or lodged underneath the vehicle. Glass was everywhere. The mailbox they ran in to was in pieces all over the road and the poor tree they impaled (what did that tree do to you?!?!?) is now crooked and gashed.
Needless to say, the car was probably stolen or they had no license/insurance or they were drunk/high or all of the above.
I couldn't get to sleep after all that and laid (lied?) awake until 1am. I kept thinking up different scenario's of running after those guys, tackling one or both (hey, it's possible) and holding them down until help arrived. I hope they find and arrest them soon. And I'm really hoping they don't retaliate and set my house on fire.
I tell you what though...I think I've had enough of the run-ins with police. That makes twice (see "I was thisclose to going to jail" post) in the last 3 weeks.
shockedOctober 9th, 2006
Friday
Class was just loads of fun. First test is on Monday and I'm sweating bullets. It's worth 100 points and there are only 1000 points possible so yeah, 1/10th of my grade.....eek.
Went to Harlequin with Naima and Jess and got some really cool shit that I can't wait to play with. I made some earrings on Saturday that are now my current favorite and I'm working on a necklace that is going to be so fan-fucking-tastic ya'll are gonna be jealous!
**Sorry ladies that I had to scoot out early. We'll do it again real soon, k? Maybe it'll be our Friday afternoon ritual. Complete with Burrito time. =)
Saturday
Work was shitty because a) I had to get up at 5:30 AGAIN so I could pack, drop off the house key, and get to work by 7:00 b) I didn't have time to get my 16oz nonfat white mocha c) I had to fucking work and d) Stephanie was one of the supervisors on duty. Oh Joy. I studied a bit in between calls but studying for Spanish at work is like trying to bite your own elbow. It just doesn't work.
Left town with Sharn and Dave around 12:30. Got to Portland and started taking shots of Jager. Note to self: buy Eric some shot glasses. Went to this dive called the Dublin Pub. The beer selection was awesome, the service was so-so and the ambiance was whtie trash. They did have a sweet ass hoodie that I liked but I wasn't paying the $40 they were asking. Headed back home and wallowed in self-pity (team-pity?) over the loss against Cal. Damnit....I knew I should have worn my lucky Duck t-shirt.....
Later that night we headed out to Doug Fir (www.dougfirlounge.com) and met up with Abe, Ben and Dan. WOW. That place is fucking awesome! I was very impressed with the place and we are for sure going back there again. Even the bathroom was cool! The drink prices were kinda steep but I flirted a bit with the downstairs bartender and he gave me a deal. The pictures speak for themselves although you have to experience it to really appreciate the beauty that is in this bar. The band (Abe's cousin was playing) was really good too.
Sunday
Went shopping with Sharn and Dave while Eric was at work. S & E had a wedding to go to and Sharna was without porper apparel. I finally got some new running shoes! Yay me! I spent $40 at the GAP too so overall I spent $100. I haven't spent that much money on myself in a very long time. I even experienced the post-purchase depression complete with a "I can't believe I spent $100" mantra.
Dave left then Sharna and E for the wedding. I tooled around on the net, did my homework like a good little student, made some earrings, watched 'Shaun of the Dead' (you've got red on you) and vegged. That was nice.
Since everyone thinks we're closed, work is painfully slow right now. In between doing this, homework and playing games, I'll be able to squeeze in at least a 20 minute nap.
Go. Me.
Class was just loads of fun. First test is on Monday and I'm sweating bullets. It's worth 100 points and there are only 1000 points possible so yeah, 1/10th of my grade.....eek.
Went to Harlequin with Naima and Jess and got some really cool shit that I can't wait to play with. I made some earrings on Saturday that are now my current favorite and I'm working on a necklace that is going to be so fan-fucking-tastic ya'll are gonna be jealous!
**Sorry ladies that I had to scoot out early. We'll do it again real soon, k? Maybe it'll be our Friday afternoon ritual. Complete with Burrito time. =)
Saturday
Work was shitty because a) I had to get up at 5:30 AGAIN so I could pack, drop off the house key, and get to work by 7:00 b) I didn't have time to get my 16oz nonfat white mocha c) I had to fucking work and d) Stephanie was one of the supervisors on duty. Oh Joy. I studied a bit in between calls but studying for Spanish at work is like trying to bite your own elbow. It just doesn't work.
Left town with Sharn and Dave around 12:30. Got to Portland and started taking shots of Jager. Note to self: buy Eric some shot glasses. Went to this dive called the Dublin Pub. The beer selection was awesome, the service was so-so and the ambiance was whtie trash. They did have a sweet ass hoodie that I liked but I wasn't paying the $40 they were asking. Headed back home and wallowed in self-pity (team-pity?) over the loss against Cal. Damnit....I knew I should have worn my lucky Duck t-shirt.....
Later that night we headed out to Doug Fir (www.dougfirlounge.com) and met up with Abe, Ben and Dan. WOW. That place is fucking awesome! I was very impressed with the place and we are for sure going back there again. Even the bathroom was cool! The drink prices were kinda steep but I flirted a bit with the downstairs bartender and he gave me a deal. The pictures speak for themselves although you have to experience it to really appreciate the beauty that is in this bar. The band (Abe's cousin was playing) was really good too.
Sunday
Went shopping with Sharn and Dave while Eric was at work. S & E had a wedding to go to and Sharna was without porper apparel. I finally got some new running shoes! Yay me! I spent $40 at the GAP too so overall I spent $100. I haven't spent that much money on myself in a very long time. I even experienced the post-purchase depression complete with a "I can't believe I spent $100" mantra.
Dave left then Sharna and E for the wedding. I tooled around on the net, did my homework like a good little student, made some earrings, watched 'Shaun of the Dead' (you've got red on you) and vegged. That was nice.
Since everyone thinks we're closed, work is painfully slow right now. In between doing this, homework and playing games, I'll be able to squeeze in at least a 20 minute nap.
Go. Me.
boredOctober 7th, 2006
I sincerely, with every atom of my being, fucking HATE working on Saturday. Re-fucking-tarded.
And damnit, I forgot my blow dryer at home.
And damnit, I forgot my blow dryer at home.
October 6th, 2006
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Scott will be going out of town yet again for hunting. Bummer. I'll be going up to P-town after work on Saturday (ick) with Sharn, Dave and Ben to kick it with Jesse and E. I'm totally bringing the travel Scrabble.
On a side note...I beat David and Sharna at chess the other day. I'm becoming a chess protege baby!
sleepyOctober 2nd, 2006
So Saturday night after we got home from the game (played with ORSU at the Farm and won) I came home, napped, took a shower and got ready for the nights festivities. Went to Kata's Mad Hatter party with the girls for just a little bit. Then after they ran out of beer (what do you expect for underagers?) we all headed to the Cooler. After we hung out there for an hour or so we all decided to head to Tsunami's (which is now called The City...yeah they still suck) where we stayed long enough to have a drink. Went back to the Cooler and I was pretty much ready to leave. I called some other friends of mine and went over to Phil's Clubhouse. G.H.E.T.T.O. I'll never go back. Just....eww. Thank god I was only there for 20 minutes.
Les, Ryan, Ella, Casey and Heidi closed out their tabs and we headed for the parking lot. Since I had the least amount of alcohol of all of them, I offered to drive. The girls piled in the car with me and Casey went with Ryan. Here is where the trouble started. I admit, yes, I don't come to complete stops at stop signs and yes, I have a lead foot. As I was pulling out of 18th to get on to Main I see lights in my rearview mirror. FUCK. I. Am. Freaking. OUT! I have three very inebriated women in my car and I myself had a couple drinks during the night (4 to be exact) so at this point I was shitting bricks.
I pull over and prepare myself for the worse. I tell everyone to keep their mouths shut and not to say a fucking word.
"Can I see your license, registration and proof of insurance please?"
I hand him my information.
"Do you know why I pulled you over ma'am?" he asks
"Um, no officer, not really." I lie.
"You didn't come to a complete stop back there and you were going 43 mph in a 35. Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
"Uh, no officer I haven't. I'm the DD for the night." I lie.
"Can you follow my pen without moving your head please?" He shines his brighter-than-the-fucking-sun-flashlight in my face and I try so hard to follow the pen.
"You seem to be having some difficulty. Is there a problem?" he asks ever so politely.
"To be honest sir, my contacts are bugging me, I have 3 drunk people in my car that I have to get home, it's almost 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm really really tired. I got distracted back there and I didn't know I was going that fast."
"And you are sure you haven't had anything to drink tonight?" he asks me again.
"Does Sprite count?" I answer lamely
He smiles.
Oh thank you thank you thank you, he smiled! He smiled!! At this point I realize that this officer isn't Springfield Finest but is a Lane County Sheriff and is FUCKING HOT!!! AND that I might actually get a shot and just getting by with a ticket.
"I'll be right back ma'am. Please stay here." As if I have somewhere else to be or have a choice in the matter.
He comes back and asks me to step out of the car. Gulp.
I get out and he asks me to stand in front of his car (which is right behind me) and asks me to follow the pen light he is holding and not to move my head. I do what he asks and it feels as though my eyeballs are protruding from my skull. For those of you that wear contacts you know what it feels like when you're eyes are tired, your contacts are dry and you walk in to a bright room. You do this squinty, close one eye, close the other eye thing because they are so dry. I do this a bit and he apologizes and empathizes a bit with me (he must wear them too) and then I apologize and he finally turns off his flashlight.
"OK ma'am (geez make me feel old) here are your things back, please be more cautious while you are driving them home tonight and be on the look out for drunk drivers. I wouldn't want to see you or your friends get hurt. (can YOU hurt me??) You ladies have a nice night."
"You too sir, and thank you."
HOLY FUCK. I get back to the car and 3 pairs of bewildered, bloodshot eyes are staring at me.
"He let me go. He fucking let me go, dude."
At this point he had already driven off and our pent up stress could be released.
<screams of joy>
The guys passed us on the way home and knew that we got pulled over. I got a call from them on our way home wondering where they should meet us to post bail. I assured them all was fine and no one needed bailing out.
The rest of the evening (morning) was spent drinking more (they did, not I) and hypothesizing on whether the cop thought I was cute/hot/attractive (not likely), that he bought the contact story (likely), or a little bit of both (possibly). Either way my insurance rates aren't going up, I don't have a DUI on my license and I still have never been booked and/or jailed.
Whew.
Les, Ryan, Ella, Casey and Heidi closed out their tabs and we headed for the parking lot. Since I had the least amount of alcohol of all of them, I offered to drive. The girls piled in the car with me and Casey went with Ryan. Here is where the trouble started. I admit, yes, I don't come to complete stops at stop signs and yes, I have a lead foot. As I was pulling out of 18th to get on to Main I see lights in my rearview mirror. FUCK. I. Am. Freaking. OUT! I have three very inebriated women in my car and I myself had a couple drinks during the night (4 to be exact) so at this point I was shitting bricks.
I pull over and prepare myself for the worse. I tell everyone to keep their mouths shut and not to say a fucking word.
"Can I see your license, registration and proof of insurance please?"
I hand him my information.
"Do you know why I pulled you over ma'am?" he asks
"Um, no officer, not really." I lie.
"You didn't come to a complete stop back there and you were going 43 mph in a 35. Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
"Uh, no officer I haven't. I'm the DD for the night." I lie.
"Can you follow my pen without moving your head please?" He shines his brighter-than-the-fucking-sun-flashlight in my face and I try so hard to follow the pen.
"You seem to be having some difficulty. Is there a problem?" he asks ever so politely.
"To be honest sir, my contacts are bugging me, I have 3 drunk people in my car that I have to get home, it's almost 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm really really tired. I got distracted back there and I didn't know I was going that fast."
"And you are sure you haven't had anything to drink tonight?" he asks me again.
"Does Sprite count?" I answer lamely
He smiles.
Oh thank you thank you thank you, he smiled! He smiled!! At this point I realize that this officer isn't Springfield Finest but is a Lane County Sheriff and is FUCKING HOT!!! AND that I might actually get a shot and just getting by with a ticket.
"I'll be right back ma'am. Please stay here." As if I have somewhere else to be or have a choice in the matter.
He comes back and asks me to step out of the car. Gulp.
I get out and he asks me to stand in front of his car (which is right behind me) and asks me to follow the pen light he is holding and not to move my head. I do what he asks and it feels as though my eyeballs are protruding from my skull. For those of you that wear contacts you know what it feels like when you're eyes are tired, your contacts are dry and you walk in to a bright room. You do this squinty, close one eye, close the other eye thing because they are so dry. I do this a bit and he apologizes and empathizes a bit with me (he must wear them too) and then I apologize and he finally turns off his flashlight.
"OK ma'am (geez make me feel old) here are your things back, please be more cautious while you are driving them home tonight and be on the look out for drunk drivers. I wouldn't want to see you or your friends get hurt. (can YOU hurt me??) You ladies have a nice night."
"You too sir, and thank you."
HOLY FUCK. I get back to the car and 3 pairs of bewildered, bloodshot eyes are staring at me.
"He let me go. He fucking let me go, dude."
At this point he had already driven off and our pent up stress could be released.
<screams of joy>
The guys passed us on the way home and knew that we got pulled over. I got a call from them on our way home wondering where they should meet us to post bail. I assured them all was fine and no one needed bailing out.
The rest of the evening (morning) was spent drinking more (they did, not I) and hypothesizing on whether the cop thought I was cute/hot/attractive (not likely), that he bought the contact story (likely), or a little bit of both (possibly). Either way my insurance rates aren't going up, I don't have a DUI on my license and I still have never been booked and/or jailed.
Whew.
relievedSeptember 29th, 2006
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September 27th, 2006
So yesterday was interesting.
Got my books finally....$260.50 later. For two classes!!! My ass is still sore....
Left town with Sharna, Eric, Suze, David and Jack for Bend. The car ride was pretty nice because Eric (manager for Hertz) got a Ford Freestyle so we had plenty of room. Dave, Suze and Jack played Scrabble while Sharna and I played Chess. Poor Eric could only drive. I lost at chess in case anyone was wondering. I'm still a rookie.
Stopped for dinner at Cascade Lakes brewery which was pretty chill. I had the Crab pasta (yum) and plenty of good beer.
Got to the concert venue (which coincidentally is the same establishment where we had the social in Bend during the tournament) and there was a huge line to get in. Suze and I strategically peed amongst the parked cars in the parking lot while we waited. Yay for drinking too much beer!
The first two performers were kinda lame and I couldn't keep myself from yawning the whole time. Finally, Bone Thugs came out and rocked (rapped?) the place for a good hour and a half. They did covers from Easy E, Notorious BIG, Tupac, and others but the best was when they visited the old skool and played their early popular songs. It was a good concert. Not great, but good. The company made it worth the $30.00 ticket price.
Only got 3 hours of sleep though. I'm so effing tired.
Got my books finally....$260.50 later. For two classes!!! My ass is still sore....
Left town with Sharna, Eric, Suze, David and Jack for Bend. The car ride was pretty nice because Eric (manager for Hertz) got a Ford Freestyle so we had plenty of room. Dave, Suze and Jack played Scrabble while Sharna and I played Chess. Poor Eric could only drive. I lost at chess in case anyone was wondering. I'm still a rookie.
Stopped for dinner at Cascade Lakes brewery which was pretty chill. I had the Crab pasta (yum) and plenty of good beer.
Got to the concert venue (which coincidentally is the same establishment where we had the social in Bend during the tournament) and there was a huge line to get in. Suze and I strategically peed amongst the parked cars in the parking lot while we waited. Yay for drinking too much beer!
The first two performers were kinda lame and I couldn't keep myself from yawning the whole time. Finally, Bone Thugs came out and rocked (rapped?) the place for a good hour and a half. They did covers from Easy E, Notorious BIG, Tupac, and others but the best was when they visited the old skool and played their early popular songs. It was a good concert. Not great, but good. The company made it worth the $30.00 ticket price.
Only got 3 hours of sleep though. I'm so effing tired.
exhaustedSeptember 25th, 2006
...sucked. I only registered for two because PSY 302 filled up almost immediately. Fuckers.
So as of late I am taking a Child development class and Spanish 101. The UofO accepted me even though I didnt take a foreign language (long story) so I have to take two terms of college level language. I picked spanish for obvious reasons.
Riding the bus is super easy too. Straight shot from work to school. If I didnt have to be at the Thurston station an hour before my shift starts at work, I would ride it all the time. Fuckers.
I need to buy my books still. But first I must get a short term loan. Yay me. I'm hoping $300 covers it.
I'm contemplating taking a "Classics in English" class to fulfill my Arts & Letters requirement. It's basicaly about Greek myths, hero's and heroines. Sounds easy enough. We'll see. If the book costs more than I can afford, it'll have to wait until next term.
Oh! and they already sent me my financial aid check! Too bad it's already spent......
September 19th, 2006
Arrrrrr me fellow LJ scallywags! Avast to the Pirate ship me beauties!
September 18th, 2006
Friday
After work I went over to Sharna's and we hung out for a bit looking over some things I got at Harlequin Beads and chatting about how much work sucks. David stopped by and we all walked down to Turtles and had some beers and grub. Suzanne and Scott joined us later then we all went back to Sharna's. Green teamed it for awhile then....we played Chinese Checkers. SO. MUCH. FUN. Between the beer and the green and the company, I laughed half my ass off! It was great fun. After everyone else left I hung out until about 1:30 then headed home.
Saturday
I love sleeping in.
Went over to Ryan and Lesli's to watch the game against Oklahoma. Casey, Heidi and their kids came over right before kick off and the drinking began! What an amazing game too. I was almost asleep on the couch when we were down 30-20 then all of a sudden I'm at the edge of my seat clenching my beer bottle. Just amazing.
More drinking ensued and we pretty much partied until 4am. Doubled my money in poker which is always a plus and drank more whiskey than I normally do which...well, not nice but damnit I had fun!
Matt and Chaoss came down from Portland and kicked it with us after the game. I love Matt. I miss him so much when he's gone. He always makes me laugh and that night was no different. What made me smile the most was when in a drunken and clumsy fashion he rounded us all up in a group hug and told us how much he loves us and how much it means to him that we are all good friends too. I thought he was going to bust in to song but alas, no "I got friends in low places" was sang.
Sunday
Woke up on the floor, near Matt who was next to the couch where Casey was sleeping which was next to the chair where Heidi was sleeping. Passed out is more like it. The kids woke up in the morning and had to navigate through passed out adults. Quite amusing. Thank god they didn't get up until 9:00. Had breakfast, watched some football, picked my winners for Sports Action - which I didnt win *fuck you Kansas City!!* and complained about how much I drank the night before. Goodies in the morning always helps.
Mom and Brian came down from Tacoma so I spent some time with them. I miss my Mom so much sometimes. It's nice that she doesn't live too far away or I don't know what I would do.
Saw David's softball game at 5:00 where I watched a 300lb man plow in to a 105lb woman and her ankle lost the battle. Supposedly she had broken it 5 times before so she knew it was broke. Fucking idiot, wear a brace, or better yet, DONT PLAY! Common sense people, look it up.
The rest of the night was spent curled up with Scott while we watched Aeon Flux with Charlize Theron (good) and The Island with Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Jo (GREAT!).
This weekend the team is traveling up to Reed College in Portland to play a bit of Round Robin (3 teams play rotating games with shorter halves) with ORSU and Reed so that should be fun. *I hope you play Al! It would be great to play with you before you leave and to hang out too.* Dont know if we'll stay with E and Sharn, Matt and Shantel or Al and her parents. Who knows. I'll figure it out. Whatever happens I'll have fun doing it so no worries.
After work I went over to Sharna's and we hung out for a bit looking over some things I got at Harlequin Beads and chatting about how much work sucks. David stopped by and we all walked down to Turtles and had some beers and grub. Suzanne and Scott joined us later then we all went back to Sharna's. Green teamed it for awhile then....we played Chinese Checkers. SO. MUCH. FUN. Between the beer and the green and the company, I laughed half my ass off! It was great fun. After everyone else left I hung out until about 1:30 then headed home.
Saturday
I love sleeping in.
Went over to Ryan and Lesli's to watch the game against Oklahoma. Casey, Heidi and their kids came over right before kick off and the drinking began! What an amazing game too. I was almost asleep on the couch when we were down 30-20 then all of a sudden I'm at the edge of my seat clenching my beer bottle. Just amazing.
More drinking ensued and we pretty much partied until 4am. Doubled my money in poker which is always a plus and drank more whiskey than I normally do which...well, not nice but damnit I had fun!
Matt and Chaoss came down from Portland and kicked it with us after the game. I love Matt. I miss him so much when he's gone. He always makes me laugh and that night was no different. What made me smile the most was when in a drunken and clumsy fashion he rounded us all up in a group hug and told us how much he loves us and how much it means to him that we are all good friends too. I thought he was going to bust in to song but alas, no "I got friends in low places" was sang.
Sunday
Woke up on the floor, near Matt who was next to the couch where Casey was sleeping which was next to the chair where Heidi was sleeping. Passed out is more like it. The kids woke up in the morning and had to navigate through passed out adults. Quite amusing. Thank god they didn't get up until 9:00. Had breakfast, watched some football, picked my winners for Sports Action - which I didnt win *fuck you Kansas City!!* and complained about how much I drank the night before. Goodies in the morning always helps.
Mom and Brian came down from Tacoma so I spent some time with them. I miss my Mom so much sometimes. It's nice that she doesn't live too far away or I don't know what I would do.
Saw David's softball game at 5:00 where I watched a 300lb man plow in to a 105lb woman and her ankle lost the battle. Supposedly she had broken it 5 times before so she knew it was broke. Fucking idiot, wear a brace, or better yet, DONT PLAY! Common sense people, look it up.
The rest of the night was spent curled up with Scott while we watched Aeon Flux with Charlize Theron (good) and The Island with Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Jo (GREAT!).
This weekend the team is traveling up to Reed College in Portland to play a bit of Round Robin (3 teams play rotating games with shorter halves) with ORSU and Reed so that should be fun. *I hope you play Al! It would be great to play with you before you leave and to hang out too.* Dont know if we'll stay with E and Sharn, Matt and Shantel or Al and her parents. Who knows. I'll figure it out. Whatever happens I'll have fun doing it so no worries.