04-27-04

Whine and cheese

So my friend is whining because she has to spend the summer on the beach, my other friend is whining because her boyfriend won’t teach her how to surf (as she is on the back of a boat on the atlantic), and i whine because i go out with two or three fabulous (albeit slightly unstable) boys a week. How funny are we? This is what we have to complain about in our lives? That is wonderful, amen.

And the more i think about it, the more i should have always been thankful for what i had, instead of focusing on the hardknocks, which turned out to be a complete waste of time. The lesson is not that i could survive whatever was given to me, the lesson is now i know how to bypass ever having to deal with it. Don’t get myself in shit situations, have the guts to live how i want to.

I also spent way too much time on all the losers who didn’t know what they had to begin with (comp. geeks, psuedo BDSM boys, wannabe candy ravers who shoved pills up their asses). Funny thing is when i talk to these people now they still think they mean something in my life, that they influenced it in someway almost like they wanted to cause me pain and haunt me forever. Take for example our wanabe raver friend. We had a conversation the other day, i didn’t really think much of it but apparently he did because later that night his away message was apologizing profusly to me. What is that?

04-27-04

"Hello darling, this is the devils mom…"

Talked to devil boy on the phone yesterday. I had gotten a few phone calls from a Plum Boro Municipal Authority, and wondered what the hell was going on. Apparently it was his mom. His mom was calling me for some god forsaken reason or another. I saw an episode of Sex and the City which was similiar except when all was said and done she got a bag of weed that goes for $400 an eighth, all i will get is this losey t-shirt (errr…sweater, and a donnie brasco dvd, how is that fair.) So i told him yeasterday i met someone new. Hey, he wanted to be friends, friends share the details, except i really don’t share the details with my friends too much anymore, why bother. Its the same story, different names. I could feel his temperature get a few degrees cooler after i told him, and he kept referring to me having fun with the new guy. MEP! Twelve years old i swear!

So today i need to call this lady about an apartment in Mt. Lebanon that is available in July. Then I have an interview at a five star restaurant (who needs four when you can have five?) and then another at the school for an RA position which i am not sure i really want to take. And inbetween the two i think i will stop by the place with the job i really really really want and see if they recieved my resume. Wenesday is the same thing, even though i told Mr. A i would get together with him, i need to run to greentree for an interview with a modeling school there, with alittle luck i could be playing musical chairs with a bunch of forty year olds by day, teaching people to walk and talk by night, my life would be complete then. And hopefully visit an apartment or two.