Hell Hath Frozen Over!

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Too Much Is Never Enough

I slept for so long that I'm still tired, if that even makes any sense. I turned my laptop on last night around 7:30ish to defrag it and decided to just let it do its thing while I took a little nap. When 5:30am rolled around and I woke up, it had a system error and said I needed to run scandisc. So I did and restarted the defrag program and it was still going when I left for work at 8:20am. Bastard thing.

I didn't go to the zoo yesterday, but I did go to Costco and Sweet Tomatoes with Taryn and Dan, so that turned out better than wandering around by myself. Normally, I have no problem spending time alone, but lately I've desperately wanted company and get easily frustrated with people when I don't get it. This explains why I go out so much...I'd happily stay in more if it didn't mean being alone. It's not surprising that people don't want to hang out with me seeing as I've fired them all. I can say this: loneliness is the only thing bacon can't make better.

Still trying to decide if I want to go to comedy night or not. I keep hoping the ratio of funny to not funny will get better, so maybe tonight I won't be disappointed.

Nina's Not-So-Big Adventure

On Friday, I was bound and determined to see Dodgeball on Saturday. After going out Friday night, meeting some cool people visiting PDX from LA and then having a huge argument with a friend on the phone about said people (at one point he actually said, "You know what? Fuck you." and hung up. I had to call him right back and set him straight on what's ok to say to me and what's not.), I slept until 1:30pm and had enough time to get a haircut, come home and dye it and get ready to go out again. So, no movie. I could go see it today, but it's so nice out that I'm going to wander around at the zoo. While I would like company, no one has answered my text messages since Thursday except Taryn. That said, I've decided that everyone, except her, is fired.

Living In Oblivion

Too much weirdness last night. I won my pool match (I'm 5 for 5 now...yeah, baby, yeah!) and then went outside to make a quick phone call in hopes of working out plans for the weekend... I didn't say what I keep wanting to say about the last post I wrote here because I'm a wuss and now I think it's probably best just to drop it. (If he didn't know who I was talking about before, it's safe to say he does now.) A little later, Jason and I walked over to the BR to hang out for the rest of the night and when we got there, Michael was sitting in his Jeep outside. I asked if he was coming or going, he said just got there and we met up inside at the bar. Last Friday, he'd gotten hit square in the face by someone he didn't even know over something that didn't even happen and ended up in the emergency room with a broken cheek, a split that needed dermabond under his nose and bruises over the bridge of his nose. He thinks the guy who hit him had an ashtray in his hand. Guh. He looked a tiny bit swollen on cheek more than the other, but he's so damn cute that it really wasn't that noticeable. I ended up hanging out with him and Bruce and another girl who I hadn't met before for most of the night and the boys were cracking me up the whole time, telling me I was the awesomest and cute and sweet and just being goofy. The attention was nice and needed...

At some point, pizza boy showed up and sat at the table behind us with his friends. I smiled and waved and did my usual "what's up" and got sucked back into conversation with the people I was with. Periodically, I turned around and waved or smiled (normal social etiquette) and pizza boy kept giving me weird looks. When I got up to get a beer, everyone at their table was looking at me funny so I sat down next to him, said hey and asked him what his deal was. He said they'd been there awhile and I hadn't come over to talk to him... I said I didn't see him come talk to me so what's the problem? He laughed and very seriously started talking about his band setting up a show soon and that he wanted me there. He gave me the intense look for a minute and then looked away and apologized for being weird. I asked him what was going on with him and why was he being like that and he said he didn't know. Then he didn't say anything for a minute, I laughed because I didn't know what else to do and then got up for my beer. While I was waiting at the bar, he and his friends waved and left. Weird.

I sang "Just What I Needed" for Mike and Bruce and the Three's Company theme song with Rob, which is always cheezy and always fun, and finally took a cab home at 2am. I'm a little tired today, in a strange mood and kinda wanting to stay in tonight and watch a movie, but I'm going back down to get some pool practice in since the tables are free tonight. I'm sure I'm going to pass out by Saturday.

I Just Need To Say It.

So, um... we've been friends for awhile, right? Yeah, well, um... you know how there are some people you meet and you like them but then you never think that they'd be interested in you, so you just hang out as friends and eventually that feeling goes away... Um... I guess I'm trying to say that the feeling has never gone away. It's gotten to the point of thinking about you when I'm supposed to be focused on something else and wondering when I'll see you next... I had to tell you because it's driving me crazy not knowing if there's even a chance of you being interested in me. So, now you know and even if nothing comes of telling you, at least you know where I stand.

Cocktails And Dreams...

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Ingredients: 1 part jealousy 3 parts brilliance 3 parts empathy

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Not That I'm Surprised But...

I really like the new Blink 182 album. The entire thing. Since I can't say that about many albums, I'm glad I bought it. On the flip side, I'm sad that I didn't get to see them play last night.

In other news, this day has thus far been craptastic. The only two moments of joy in the day have been the Indian food I'm eating for lunch and getting to use the word craptastic. Things have to get better.

My Life As A Bitch

I've never had so many people in one night tell me I was being a bitch as I did last night. Wow. I suppose I could explain that by saying: from now on, don't talk to me when I have a pool cue in my hand on Wednesday night unless you're on my team or the other team. I'm easily distracted and need all of my concentration because I'm just not that good. It's fan-frickin'-tastic that people like me and want to talk to me, but please, unless you like the bitchy me, leave me alone until I'm done playing. Then I'll be my normal not-so-serious self.

Guh. This is exactly why I don't play team sports. I'm just not a competitive person. So, if I lose when I'm just playing for fun, then who cares. Talk to me all you want and feel free to distract me. If I lose when we're tied and I'm up last, then I care because it's not just about me anymore.

I'm Not Really A Hairdresser, I Just Play One On TV.

Two people in the last two days have asked me to do things to their hair. Several people have asked me how I got my makeup to look the way it does and what products I use. I think I may have missed my true calling as a hair/makeup artist. Damn.

I Like You...Why Is That So Hard For Me To Say?

I pretend I'm only interested in being friends with people so I don't make the friendship weird or screw it up altogether or have to deal with being rejected. How messed up is that? Pretty damn messed up, I'd say.

State Of Emergency...

In love. 100% in love....with the song "Joga" by Bjork. I can't get enough of this damn song. It starts out with just strings and vocals and slowly pulls all of the elements - strings, scattered beats and electronica, bass and vocals - together to finally fade out to strings again. Lyrically, it's typical Bjork:

all the accidents that happen
follow the dot
confidence makes sense
only with you
you don't have to speak
i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

...state of emergency...
...how beautiful to be!...
...state of emergency...
...is where i want to be...

all that no-one sees
you see
what's inside of me
every nerve that hurts you heal
deep inside of me
you don't have to speak - i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
confuse

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

...state of emergency...
...how beautiful to be!...
...state of emergency...
...is where i want to be...

...state of emergency...

...state of emergency...

I love it.

Clearing Up The Rumors

NO dates with mayoral candidates have been gone on, nor will they be, by anyone here at Bursting With Fruit Flavor due to the fact that said candidate has started seeing someone between the first contact we had with him and now. We apologize for any confusion this may have caused and we will continue to provide coverage of our pathetically sucky love life as it occurs (or doesn't as has been the case lately).

The Voice Is Back With A Vengence

Getting Paid To Bowl

I am a sucky bowler. I admit it. But if I got paid to bowl everyday (much like today, when our company had leasing agent appreciation day and bought us lunch and took us bowling), I'm sure I'd become much better at it. In fact, just knowing that I was getting paid to be there made me bowl my personal best (154)! Now, in the general scheme of bowling, that sucks. I know. But in the general scheme of me, that ruled! Just imagine what I could do given more paid practice time! I'd get discovered by a bowling scout and become a professional bowling genius. I'd be the Tiger Woods of bowling. I'd get a bunch of money from Nike for endorsements and they'd name their first ever bowling shoe after me: The Air Krell. I'd get my own theme song, written just for me by Missy Elliot, that would be played every time I stepped on to the lane to start my game. I'd have a custom pink sparkly ball with my initial on it and little girls everywhere would want to take up bowling after seeing me play... Doesn't this sound like a great way to spend the company's money? I'll be sure to pitch the idea to my boss right after I finish paying that stack of bills for the property...

One More Day Of Rest

Stayed home again. The coughing wears me out. But the rain just started coming down in sheets, chasing the thunder with a vengence. If I'm going to be stuck inside, still feeling under the weather, it's nice to watch a rainstorm from the warm cocoon of blankets and sheets I call my bed. My senses have started to return and, as I love the smell of rain, my body's timing couldn't be better. The low end of my vocal register has come back to normal, but when I try to sing along with the songs I can normally hit dead on, I still sound like Cha-Cha the Donkey Girl. Fingers crossed for speedier recovery because it's back to work tomorrow, no matter what.

Kinda Sorta On The Mend

As exciting as the evil robot voice posts were, I'm feeling considerably better today. My voice is still a little scratchy but audible (major improvement), so I think I'll be good to go at work tomorrow. The cough, however (which was only an issue in the last few days after a good laugh and has since gotten worse), makes me wonder just how much my body hates me right now. You know how your neck strains when you make the angry face and clench your teeth at people? Well, all the coughing has made it so I have no choice but to be a smiley, happy girl or suffer the neck pain. No angry face for me, which is fine because I'm in a good mood. I can actually hear out of both ears for the first time in four days! I'll be able to sing again by Friday! Woo hoo! It's amazing how much we take the normal functions of our bodies for granted only to be reminded of their value when we're temporarily without them.

Ok, Maybe A Little Funny.

This Isn't Funny.

Look Ma, No Hands!

Demons Be Gone!

I am officially sick. Lost the majority of my voice, tore up my throat from coughing, hard to breathe through my nose sick. Obviously, I did not go into work today. A big chunk of my time at work is spent answering the phone and, frankly, I sound like shit. Not good. Unfortunately, this means that all the plans I made for today and tomorrow aren't going to happen and that about makes me want to cry.

The Sad But True Tale Of The Unwell Girl

All day yesterday, I felt ill. Too warm, swollen glands, achy joints, sore throat, pounding head...everything was wrong. It hit me like a cement truck not long after I woke up and got progressively worse as the day went on. By the time I got home, all I could do was crawl into bed and groan. I fell asleep and woke up 4 hours later, around 10:30p. I decided I should eat something and went to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. The entire time I was standing there at the counter, I felt light-headed and a little sick. Everything was much better when I got back in bed and I went to sleep again at 11:30p. Slept straight through until the alarm went off at 7:30 this morning. My throat is still a little sore, but way better than yesterday. What the crap?

Photos And Donuts And Dante's, Oh My!

Had such a good time taking random, goofy pictures this past weekend. I want a digi cam, dammit! I'd take it with me everywhere and I'm sure people would eventually get sick of me snapping photos all over the place, but I just don't care. I'd forgotten how happy taking pictures makes me. The only thing is that I'm really not a fan of having my picture taken (unless I'm the one taking it...then it's just funny). I'm trying to get over that, though.

Also, I was very disappointed that I didn't get my bacon maple bar on Friday or Saturday. I decided that I need to start carrying bacon in my bag in case they're out at Voodoo. The donut people agreed.

The other thing I'd forgotten is what an adrenaline rush singing at Dante's is. I hadn't been since December and I always had a blast when I used to go with Darryl, but I somehow felt that I shouldn't go anymore after things went sour. Anyway, last night just made me smile. It felt good to be up there with those guys again and I'm going to have to start going again. Not every Monday, but more often than once in 5 months.