Monday, April 26, 2010

Im a addict.

I think i might be an addict. Not for drugs, or alcohol, or sex. Even though all three have made a cameo in the addict section of my life. But an addict for the written word. Sounds kind of gay right?

I'm serious though. I was thinking about it tonight. I read all the time. It's Sunday and I've read two books since Saturday morning. Pretty lame huh? What's even lamer is I have already read the books. I just remembered I loved them and decided to read them again.

Last summer I was working out all the time. I was trying to think about my mind set then and figure out what was so different than now. I can barely drag my ass to the gym now but last year i was so pumped to work out. So what's different?

I realized that last summer I barely read. Which is such a weird thing for me. I always have a book that i'm reading close by. It's like I went to rehab and discovered there were other joys out there than getting high. And now i've fallen off the wagon.

As I was laying in bed tonight, the analogy was too much for me to ignore and I had to blog about it. I am a book junky.

HI! My name is Lush and i'm and addict. It's nice to meet you.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Annoyances

So we all know my biggest pet peeve is when people are talking to me when I'm reading. It may not be important for them, but I am in the middle of something that IS important to me, and I hate that.

Came upon a new annoyance this evening. I think it is so rude to have people over to your house as guests, then make dinner for everyone there but one person. Tonight I went to the gym and did 2 miles on the elliptical. I stopped at the Besties after to grab my beer I left there Friday. I ended up hanging out for a bit because they always bitch that I go home early. Well as I'm sitting there they start making dinner. I'm not even hungry, as I was just at the gym and was not feeling food at all. But then they start asking who's hungry and leave me out. I really want to stress again that I was not hungry. It was really just the principle of the matter. They had enough food for four people, why wouldn't you offer your guest a little bit?

I haven't even gotten to the worst part. As I said I left my beer there Friday. I went to grab one and noticed there were 5 left out of a 12 pack. I had one on Friday and five was all that was left. My bestie asks someone to grab her one, the last beer and I say no. Her boyfriend throws it in my face that, "he buys her beer all the time and I come over and drink it." Oh excuse me. It's not like she bought it herself. I actually have to work 40 hours a week to pay for my damn beer. Excuse me for being a little temperamental that you feel you are entitled to my hard earnings.

If that's not annoying I don't know what is.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Prude.. who me???

I've been recently informed by my bestie that I am a prude. She says that I am so picky, that it's making me alone and I need to just get some ass and get out of my own way. She sure does have a way with words, doesn't she?

I wouldn't exactly call me a prude but I do agree that I am quite picky. Wouldn't you be after the losers that i've dated? The unfortunate part about it is that she is party correct. I do spend most of my time alone. I don't go out and date. I can 't stand the bar anymore, and I would rather curl up in bed with a good book then waste my night listening to some guy ramble on about how much he likes sports, and what he wants to be when he grows up. Eating razor blades sounds more fun to me right now than that. Does that make me cynical? Or just realistic?

I'm sure i'm not the only person in the world who's been burned and has almost given up. It is kind of sad that I am so young. And I do worry about it sometimes. I mean, I know you're "supposed" to mate with someone, have kids, and blah blah, but I just can't see that happening anytime soon.

Just because i'm not doing what's expected of me doesn't make me a lonely cat lady does it? I sure hope not because I really am too young to end up like my grandma and mom. Ok.... here's my personal goal:

School is over next week. I promise to get out of the house and be social, get laid (even if its just a one night thing), and stop thinking every man who talks to me is a waste of space.

See I can make productive goals. The Bestie doesn't know what she's talking about.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Graduation is near

A week and a half left and I will be a collge graduate. I know this isn't one-in-a-million type thing, but it's kind of amazing to me. I'm throwing a huge party of course. Well actually my family is throwing it for me. I even took off work afterwards to make sure I recover. I can't seem to be able to drink like I used to. I try, and then I spend two days in bed, or throwing up everything I eat. I love my pancreas!

Anyhoo.. Here's the party details: We're having it at my brothers and he's cooking of course. I tried to tell him he didn't need to go overboard but it's like talking to a wall. He loves to cook and gets very frustrated when things don't come out right. We're also having kegs, and tents in the backyard, music, and games. I saw these people playing keg kickball at the zoo last summer and have wanted to try it since. It's basically the same as regular kick ball except you have to run with a cup of beer in your hand, chug it and refill it at second base. Should be fun for everyone.

The family will be there too and that should be an interesting mix of old people covering their ears from all the swearing, drunken kids, and loud ass rap music. Good times. I can't wait.

So yeah me! All i've got to do now is pass my damn math final and we're home clear! *fingers crossed*

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The funniest thing in the world

I am not a mean person. Well at least I do not think I am. But there are just some circumstances that bring out my inner meanness. Sometimes I feel bad afterwards, and sometimes I don't.

Case in point:

Last night I checked my myspace for the first time in awhile. (Myspace has kind of fell off, don't you agree?) I noticed the ex had updated his status so I clicked on his page to see what the little shit has been up to. (I have a very morbid, masochistic sense of curiosity's.) I could not believe what I was reading. Turns out he is having a baby. A BABY! With the she-monster I ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT STAND!

My first reaction was WTF??!! My second reaction was I have got to find out if this is true. So I texted him, and he immediately confirmed it. He is having a baby with her and she is 6 months pregnant. Which means that she got pregnant around Christmas, which is right around the time I told him to get lost. So he went crawling back to her. Again.

I feel sorry for this girl. Really I do. I seriously do not understand why you would want to be with a person that continuously cheats on you, lies to your face, and does god knows what low life things behind your back. Last summer me and the Ex started to become friends again. I don't know what I was thinking except maybe I was partly trying to screw up their relationship, maybe I was lonely, maybe I thought I still had feelings for him. Whatever the reason was, after awhile I realized that he was NOT what I wanted. So I ended it with him and moved on. And have not looked back once.

So you can understand why it would be so funny to me to hear him say that, "I was just upset because I let a good thing get away!" I could not stop laughing last night. I was in the liquor store grabbing some beer, cause I needed one after this news, and started giggling at the checkout. As I said, I am usually not a mean person but I could not help myself after this. I proceeded to tell him that I actually felt sorry for their kid, and hoped he could keep it in his pants for the kids sake, and what an accomplishment it is for him to have a baby with the only girl that will put up with him.

Most girls would feel like they got a punch in the gut after hearing their Ex and the hoe he cheated with are having a baby. I got a six pack, congratulated them, and laughed until I cried.

So here's to you two! I salute you on taking each other out of the gene pool so no one else is stuck with you.


Thursday, April 15, 2010

CODE 9

Day 4 of sobriety

There is this really annoying girl at my work and we have dubbed her CODE 9. Whenever a call comes in from a customer we have to "code our calls." We do this so "the man" can track who's calling and for what reason. So a customer calling about a balance inquiry would be Code 15, a balance transfer would be Code 16, an address change would be Code 12, and a limit increase would be Code 23. You get the picture?

Well, this girl is so unbelievably annoying that my two conspirators at work and I have dubbed her Code 9. See, this way we can warn each other when she's coming without hurting her feelings. Hey, I know it's not the nicest thing but I could care less. What is not nice is how she thinks it's okay to follow me to the break room on lunch and monopolize my lunch by telling me all about her stepdaughter's promiscuity. Or her gallbladder surgery. Or her upcoming wedding in very miniscule detail.

I understand these type of people need someone to talk to. All. The. Time. And hey, I'm not hating. Just as long as it's not to me. Work is a place where I am required to spend 40 hours a week talking to people and listening to people complain. All I ask is for a half hour a day to NOT TALK! Is that so bad??

She should start a blog. Then she could talk to her hearts desire. I wonder if anyone would read it?