She's just so...mmmm
October 23, 2005
I've always wanted to spend a day in someone else's shoes. I want to see into their mind and read their thoughts. Perhaps then I wouldn't feel like the only crazy person in the world. For those who would ever want to spend a day in my shoes, here is my Saturday:
Today was a busy, busy day for me. I woke up to a very cold morning and chatted with Dad over two cups of coffee. I took a shower, where I learned it is almost painful to shave your legs when you have goosebumps. I headed off to work for three hours (a waste of my time). I ran to the bank, went home to change, and drove to my first Mormon wedding. A co-worker of mine was getting married, and I still don't believe that she is virgin after dating the man for 5 years. She is probably losing her cherry as I type. Maybe. Anyhoo, after that I drove to a golf course in the middle of nowhere for the reception. The only people I knew there acted kinda clique-y and didn't talk to me much, so I didn't feel bad when I left early. I somehow managed to find my way back to the highway in the dark, and drove an hour back to Omaha. Subsequently, I met up with Bryan, my ex, who is in town for the weekend at Village Inn. There were many old friends whom I've haven't seen in years there, also. We exchanged contact info, and then I left to pick up Colin. Colin is also an old friend in town for the weekend. We then met back up with Bryan at a party in the middle of nowhere, but out west this time. But first, we got lost on the way there... dark, empty fields surrounding us. I lifted my dress as I peed outside, of course on a slippery, muddy hill. Froze my ass off as I was completely commando. I pondered whether or not I got pee on my shoes...again. At the party I ran into an old co-worker, Brad, who gave me a Guiness (ech). Met many new people and had many interesting conversations. After a while I took Colin home, and drove home myself.
But now I am afraid to go to sleep. I haven't been able to get ahold of Sean, which is odd since I know he would have wanted to hang out with Colin. I am suspicious that he is seeing someone else and not telling me. He has every right to, but I am just being honest in admitting my jealousy. I love him, but I fucked up. Now I am very sad and confused and lonely. I wish he would call me back. It is calming to talk to him before bedtime. Bah, I wish I hadn't had so much caffeine today. I'm afraid of tonight's nightmares. I don't know what they'll be, but I'm sure I'll wake up scared and frustrated. The other night I dreamed about the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I don't even like that band. Stalker Dave talked incessantly about them to me, and it completely turned me off to anything RHCP-related.
So yeah, there's my day and my worries in a relatively large nutshell. I wish I was drunk so I could just pass out and quit being so anxious. It's nerve-wrecking! Someone come knock me out with their mighty right cross that lands them a minor part in Rocky VI. Or something of that nature.
Not so good night to you.
P.S. I am sometimes dyslexic when it comes to Roman numerals, so in case I typed the above reference incorrectly, that was meant to say "Rocky 6." That is all.
Okay, I am really wired, and stupid Blogger already lost my post once. Damn it. So here is a shortened version of what I was originally going to say...
I've always wanted to spend a day in someone else's shoes. I want to see into their mind and read their thoughts. Perhaps then I wouldn't feel like the only crazy person in the world. For those who would ever want to spend a day in my shoes, here is my Saturday:
Today was a busy, busy day for me. I woke up to a very cold morning and chatted with Dad over two cups of coffee. I took a shower, where I learned it is almost painful to shave your legs when you have goosebumps. I headed off to work for three hours (a waste of my time). I ran to the bank, went home to change, and drove to my first Mormon wedding. A co-worker of mine was getting married, and I still don't believe that she is virgin after dating the man for 5 years. She is probably losing her cherry as I type. Maybe. Anyhoo, after that I drove to a golf course in the middle of nowhere for the reception. The only people I knew there acted kinda clique-y and didn't talk to me much, so I didn't feel bad when I left early. I somehow managed to find my way back to the highway in the dark, and drove an hour back to Omaha. Subsequently, I met up with Bryan, my ex, who is in town for the weekend at Village Inn. There were many old friends whom I've haven't seen in years there, also. We exchanged contact info, and then I left to pick up Colin. Colin is also an old friend in town for the weekend. We then met back up with Bryan at a party in the middle of nowhere, but out west this time. But first, we got lost on the way there... dark, empty fields surrounding us. I lifted my dress as I peed outside, of course on a slippery, muddy hill. Froze my ass off as I was completely commando. I pondered whether or not I got pee on my shoes...again. At the party I ran into an old co-worker, Brad, who gave me a Guiness (ech). Met many new people and had many interesting conversations. After a while I took Colin home, and drove home myself.
But now I am afraid to go to sleep. I haven't been able to get ahold of Sean, which is odd since I know he would have wanted to hang out with Colin. I am suspicious that he is seeing someone else and not telling me. He has every right to, but I am just being honest in admitting my jealousy. I love him, but I fucked up. Now I am very sad and confused and lonely. I wish he would call me back. It is calming to talk to him before bedtime. Bah, I wish I hadn't had so much caffeine today. I'm afraid of tonight's nightmares. I don't know what they'll be, but I'm sure I'll wake up scared and frustrated. The other night I dreamed about the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I don't even like that band. Stalker Dave talked incessantly about them to me, and it completely turned me off to anything RHCP-related.
So yeah, there's my day and my worries in a relatively large nutshell. I wish I was drunk so I could just pass out and quit being so anxious. It's nerve-wrecking! Someone come knock me out with their mighty right cross that lands them a minor part in Rocky VI. Or something of that nature.
Not so good night to you.
P.S. I am sometimes dyslexic when it comes to Roman numerals, so in case I typed the above reference incorrectly, that was meant to say "Rocky 6." That is all.
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