Monday, May 01, 2006
Lettuce Leaves
Hello, blog.
I feel like composing a blog in the style of Jason Van Jura. He recounted his weekend, and now I want to as well.
Friday: I completely forgot that I made plans with Jay to pig out and dig through Ireland photos. So when I got his text message asking if I was coming over, I got pretty psyched. I like surprise plans, especially when they involve Hurst people and food. So I went over to Jay's, ate some Papa Johns (ahh garlic dipping sauce... just like college), and looked through tons of Ireland photos. Really, they made me sad. They made me miss both Ireland and the people I knew so well at the Hurst that have since scattered. Oh well, I know that's how life goes, and it won't stop there. People scatter.
After Jay's I headed out to PD's for our weekly gathering and was met with HORRIBLE news. There is no more karaoke at PD's on Fridays. My world has been turned upside down and I don't know if I can recover. But! There were tons of people there whose company I enjoy, and Gettys is right - Sarah does have a great laugh. I ran into her at my cousins' church on Easter Sunday. Weirdness.
I didn't drink very much cause I had to drive home. I planned to drink more when I got home and possibly drunk dial my boyfriend, but when I got home I realized I just wasn't in the mood to drink, so instead I chatted with the boy briefly and went to bed.
Saturday: This was Gina's party. I fretted over what outfit to wear, and then settled on one I kinda hate. I don't know why I did that. Anyway, it was really weird but pretty cool - I saw a bunch of people from my high school that I hadn't seen in probably... well, more than six years. So that was very weird but kinda cool. It was a lot of fun chatting and watching beer pong and living the party life again, since I don't do it very often. Jason and I drank a bottle of Mead and just when I was finally starting to feel good, I noticed that everyone around me was ridiculously drunk and I was not. Usually that means that people would start throwing up and I would have to take care of them, being the only sober one. I was debating whether or not I should go home when I slipped on some spilled beer on the basement steps and went down the rest of the way on my back. It hurt. Really. Really. Badly. So I put down my drink and said my goodbyes and got out before I'd have to be cleaning up vomit with a sore back.
I came home and decided it was a good idea to pour myself some drinks (since I had not yet had much to drink that weekend, and Saturday night was my last opportunity) and call my boyfriend. Apparently I fell asleep on the phone with him and began speaking utter nonsense (including something about the utensils at the bank) which I didn't learn about until Sunday when he explained it all to me. Well, shit.
Sunday I went to the Pirate game with Flan. The food was fantastic, the seats were fantastic, the company was fantastic, the weather was fantastic, but the Pirates sucked. I guess you can't win em all.
When I got home I got to help my mother move all of our shit out from the storage shed. My back was very sore from the previous night. That was not pleasant.
That brings us current! Sorta. Nothing happens during the week. Except I am desperately searching for a new job. I need one more suited to my education. COBRA administration just doesn't do the trick. Anyone need a professional writer???
I feel like composing a blog in the style of Jason Van Jura. He recounted his weekend, and now I want to as well.
Friday: I completely forgot that I made plans with Jay to pig out and dig through Ireland photos. So when I got his text message asking if I was coming over, I got pretty psyched. I like surprise plans, especially when they involve Hurst people and food. So I went over to Jay's, ate some Papa Johns (ahh garlic dipping sauce... just like college), and looked through tons of Ireland photos. Really, they made me sad. They made me miss both Ireland and the people I knew so well at the Hurst that have since scattered. Oh well, I know that's how life goes, and it won't stop there. People scatter.
After Jay's I headed out to PD's for our weekly gathering and was met with HORRIBLE news. There is no more karaoke at PD's on Fridays. My world has been turned upside down and I don't know if I can recover. But! There were tons of people there whose company I enjoy, and Gettys is right - Sarah does have a great laugh. I ran into her at my cousins' church on Easter Sunday. Weirdness.
I didn't drink very much cause I had to drive home. I planned to drink more when I got home and possibly drunk dial my boyfriend, but when I got home I realized I just wasn't in the mood to drink, so instead I chatted with the boy briefly and went to bed.
Saturday: This was Gina's party. I fretted over what outfit to wear, and then settled on one I kinda hate. I don't know why I did that. Anyway, it was really weird but pretty cool - I saw a bunch of people from my high school that I hadn't seen in probably... well, more than six years. So that was very weird but kinda cool. It was a lot of fun chatting and watching beer pong and living the party life again, since I don't do it very often. Jason and I drank a bottle of Mead and just when I was finally starting to feel good, I noticed that everyone around me was ridiculously drunk and I was not. Usually that means that people would start throwing up and I would have to take care of them, being the only sober one. I was debating whether or not I should go home when I slipped on some spilled beer on the basement steps and went down the rest of the way on my back. It hurt. Really. Really. Badly. So I put down my drink and said my goodbyes and got out before I'd have to be cleaning up vomit with a sore back.
I came home and decided it was a good idea to pour myself some drinks (since I had not yet had much to drink that weekend, and Saturday night was my last opportunity) and call my boyfriend. Apparently I fell asleep on the phone with him and began speaking utter nonsense (including something about the utensils at the bank) which I didn't learn about until Sunday when he explained it all to me. Well, shit.
Sunday I went to the Pirate game with Flan. The food was fantastic, the seats were fantastic, the company was fantastic, the weather was fantastic, but the Pirates sucked. I guess you can't win em all.
When I got home I got to help my mother move all of our shit out from the storage shed. My back was very sore from the previous night. That was not pleasant.
That brings us current! Sorta. Nothing happens during the week. Except I am desperately searching for a new job. I need one more suited to my education. COBRA administration just doesn't do the trick. Anyone need a professional writer???
