Girly crap.

It's finally happened. I've become a typical crazy girl. Not only am I worried about prolonged waits between texts and phone calls, I am obsessing over ex-girlfriends and his nights out at bars...where stupid girls tend to lurk...and skank about...friggin skanks...

Oh god. It's not like we're together...but we're definitely not apart. I don't know. Honestly, I like what we've got going on. It's very casual and laidback. I feel like the only reason I'm really obsessing about any of this is because I feel like we're headed somewhere...or at least I hope we are. Ugh, this girly crap is making me nauseous...

But the meatloaf night went well. It ended up being me, Muttons, Corey, and his roommate. Corey lit candles and said grace (well, he more told JC to "hit God in the face with this grace" ...) and they apparently liked it because they went back for seconds and thirds...that's always a good sign. Corey said it was like Thanksgiving dinner and I was the mom.

Yeahhh....I don't know if I'm fond of that...

This moment is my strawberry.

Life is good right now. Fucking great, even. I've been spending more time with the guy that I went on a date with and I'm completely and retardedly about him. He needs a nickname. I'm going to go with Muttons. He used to have full on muttonchops is why. He came over a few days ago to watch Dazed and Confused, ended up staying over and watched me get ready for work the next day. It was weird...in a good way.

We were supposed to go to a party together last night but he hurt his eye and it was bothering him so I went alone. I don't know what it is about this one. He's just such a great guy. He's super laidback and his gestures never feel like he's trying too hard. He also treats me better than anyone ever has. I've never been this way about a guy before...I don't know...

So I went to the party, played some beer pong, whined about missing Muttons, tried my best to avoid and ignore a previous fling who kept annoying me, walked to Taco Bell, used the men's facilities because girls are disgusting, was congratulated on being a hybrid of asian-caucasian, gave the poor guy who had to clean the nasty girl's bathroom a hug, talked to Corey about Mutton's past relationships, walked back to the party stuffing tacos in my mouth, and eventually went home still missing Muttons.







It was funny though, I got off on the wrong foot with this one dude and we were being all smart allecky with each other, then the next minute we began waxing philosophical about religion and decided we were best friends. He's a Daoist and told me a tale about running away from tigers and eating a strawberry which explained his ideals beautifully (I'm paraphrasing), and I think I love it. He also told me he enjoyed finally talking to a girl with a brain, which I appreciated. And he had the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen in my life, but that is besides the point. I love Muttons still, I swear.

Anyway, it was fun, though I would have liked to hang out with Muttons. No worries though, I promised Corey a meatloaf and he's banking on it tomorrow night. Muttons will be joining us at Corey's apartment where through a meal of amazing meatloaf, Bob Evan's mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and Heath cake, I will win his heart through his stomach.

Love the old fashioned way.

Hold me closer tiny dancer...

This weekend I attended a '70s party. I rocked a peasant top and feathers in my hair, grooved to Foghat and Led Zeppelin, drank a terrible concoction of tequila and raspberry Twist (which became less ungodly the more I consumed...), and enjoyed the ambience of lava lamps and incense. I was in another era. It rocked.












(By the way, my ass isn't really that big in real life...really. Angles, man. They lie.)

Not only did I get to be all dazed and confused, I went on a date the other night that turned out surprisingly well. We went to Genji's for dinner and then saw a movie, hung out at his house where I slept and went home this morning. It was nice. The boy is a gentlemen, that is for sure. Paying for me, holding doors open...I'm very much into him.

And for anyone who ever read my old blog, I was a little apprehensive about this date, seeing how well my last date with Weasley went, but I ended up having a good time. And ironically enough, who should I hear from after 6 months of not talking to me? A tall drink of carrot juice I call Weasley.

Too late, Ronald Weezlab.

Par...tee...down?

As a former people hater, I'm surprised how much I love to meet new people now. I like new faces, new stories, new point of views, new ideas. Last night provided me with plenty of newbies, and oldbies, to chat with. It was like a high school reunion of sorts, only with elementary school...

Corey had a house warming party. I got quite drunkened, bumming cigarettes off of randoms, playing beer pong, calling everyone Jose Rodriguez...it was a time. This one chick got plastered though and caused a scene. She had to be pulled into a headlock and dragged out of the party. It was all sorts of ridic. Aside from that though, it was quite fun. Met a lot of interesting people that I will hopefully see again.

Honestly, I really needed a good night. My dad's wife is divorcing him and there's all sorts of complications involved. It's been really stressful and straining on all of us and I'm just glad I got to forget about it for awhile...