Split the difference, call it quits

Just when you think you know people, they flip it on you.

My heart hurts.

Tomorrow is my birthday and I am having my first real birthday party since seventh grade. And just when I thought all of my middle school/high school dreams were finally coming true, it got even better when I purchased Stephen Malkmus tickets for March 21st!

Now I am sitting on my bed trying to get ahold of my friends. Everyone is out acting their age and I am sitting in my bedroom watching What Not to Wear. I plan on being younger at 26 than I ever was at 25.

really anxious.

I think it might just be because it's Sunday and I had a great weekend and I don't want to go to bed and wake up and start my work week. it's been nice to hang out with my friends and with Sean and be outside and social. Yesterday was a surprise engagement party for some really good friends of mine. I drank a little too much champagne and then Sean made me go to Meijer with him at like 10 o'clock. Today we woke up, got moving around slowly and eventually took the dogs to the park to sniff things, pee a lot and splash around in the shallow part of the river. Now I'm watching msnbc and procrastinating on folding laundry and washing my face before bed.

blech.

Is it possible for your brain to explode from a CUTE OVERLOAD?

I think so....

http://cuteoverload.com/


Do yourself a favor.

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better ! If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.



My questions from tara_ashley:

1. What is your favorite smell?
2. What was the best day of your life?
3. What is your favorite holiday?
4. How many siblings do you have?
5. Who is your hollywood crush?


My answers:

1. clean skin.
2. Gettin' murried!
3. Halloween and July 04th.
4. I have one brother, a step-sister and two step-brothers.
5. Hugh Laurie

My mom and I were driving on Wednesday and while at a stoplight, got rear-ended by some jerk going 45mph. Her car is in pretty bad shape.
My neck is in pretty bad shape.

In more pleasant news, I have a third interview for an accounting firm on Monday. Although it's not remotely close to what I want to be doing, it's a job. That's one up from where I am now. I'll go back to school in the next year or so, and get things going.

I've just been busy.

I know I've been distant and you don't deserve that.


It's just that married life has been great and I've been super busy but haven't really done anything worth mentioning.

So I won't mention it.

I'm on Day 2 of a Sugar Babies binge. Well, yesterday was the binge, today is more like a get-rid-of-the-evidence Sugar Baby clean-up. I bought the box at the gas station yesterday and I can't even figure out why I got them. It's probably been 10 years since I've eaten Sugar Babies, or Cavity Detectors, as I like to call them. You think you're in semi-decent shape dentally and Bam! you get one of those babies stuck in a molar. 

We have a love-hate relationship and after these tawdry couple of days, we will undoubtedly never speak to each other again.

Last night Sean and I ventured out of the house and headed downtown to attend the Heart concert.  The tickets were free (his mom works at the box office), so don't give me any shit.  Although the $65.00 a ticket would have been well worth paying, just so we could sit and people-watch.  The place was full of intoxicated 40 and 50 somethings that thought they had slick dance moves. Let's see, in the row in front of us there was the guy on the end that looked like a dentist and kept shaking his index fingers in the air like he was scolding the GODS OF ROCK for letting a show as awesome as HEART come to his town.  Next to him was the guy with the Mary Lou Retton mullet, then the leg shake guy and his 50 year old wife in a turquoise top shaking her pelvis.  The guy next to her played a mean air guitar any time Nancy Wilson had a guitar solo.  I could go into more detail but I can't do these people justice.  Not the guy with the tight perm and handlebar moustache, not the drunk mom that kept booty grinding into the air guitar guy, not the woman who brought every Heart album she owned with her to get signed...

As we are walking back to the car, Sean and I agreed that although we hated to admit it, the show was pretty fucking awesome.  They even played some Led Zepplin covers.

I wouldn't have cared though, I would have paid money to watch these people dance.

I got a new haircut and it's horrible.  
The picture I took to the guy was super cute, but now I look like the little dutch boy. 
Shannon did a pretty awesome job "fixing" it, but it's still not my thing. 

I went through the five stages of grief yesterday, from 4pm to 11pm: 

Denial: "hey this is different. Oh, it's not that bad." 
Anger:  "That bastard made me look like a soccer mom." 
Bargaining: "Shannon, I'll buy you dinner and cigarettes if you make this go away." 
Depression: "Waaah, Waaaah, so ugly, blah blah blah."  (We'll skip over that part.)
Acceptance: hair grows, fuck it, whatever. 


Edit* I'm slowly getting used to it.  Maybe it's not so bad after all.