After having a bizarre dream in which I went to Target, helped a woman find decor for her home, talked about world travel with a bunch of older people and tourists from overseas, and then got serenaded by two young men from Iceland who in their funny accents began to sing "Enter The Sandman" by Metallica to me at a close enough range to certainly be well within my personal space. When I casually joined them in singing a few lines in, they got crazily excited and began rocking out and forming a three-person mosh pit with me while we stood in the middle of the "Global Bazar" isle.
Perhaps it explains the headache I've had since I woke up. But I must admit.. the Icelandic boys were cute once you got past the Master of Puppets t-shirts and general "angsty teenager" look. =)
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Livin' the Good Life
There have been too many posts by me in recent weeks that focus on the negative aspects of life. This is a poor misrepresentation of my current situation, and I will remedy such posts by offsetting them with this one:
Things at work have been spectacular. I was given 65 projects three weeks ago, and as a part-time worker (and I had to take time off for medical reasons) I've finished 45 projects to the praise of my clients. Faaaantastic! Maybe it's just me, but I think I am an extraordinarily fast worker. When I'm focuses, the rotation of the Earth slows down and I become Superhuman. One of the women I've worked with a lot over the past year has told me in confidence that she's looking into finally getting my hired full-time. It would be wonderful if she manages it.
In the meantime I've been hired as the Lead Designer for a freelance project. I'm in charge of all of the logos/advertising for three festivals held in Boston in the upcoming months. While I'm not being paid nearly enough, it's good exposure and the events are very large - which means I can get a lot of new clients. Plus it's fun!
I also finally bought a bed. I have not had a bed in six years, so I'm exceedingly happy! It's perfect and pretty and I will post room-photos when it's here and everything's in place. Yeay!!!
In other news, I bought a treadmill and once I get it assembled I'm going to be exercising regularly. This means there will be less of me in the coming months, AND I can get all my frustrations out while doing something good for my body. It also means I can finally listen to music again. I've gotten into a habit of not listening when I'm on the computer, and I don't put anything in while I'm at work. But when I'm on a treadmill my iPod is my best friend =)
Two weeks from Monday I will know if I "need" surgery or not. The steroids they injected into my wrist (which caused me extra pain for a week and a half) haven't done anything. I still can't hold a pen or pencil for more than nine minutes. This probably means my pain is not caused by carpal tunnel, and it probably means it's a bone problem or... it's... god smiting an atheist's wrists? In all cases I would have to undergo either radical, extensive, or potentially permanently damaging surgery. I've decided I'm just going to live with it, like before. But at least I'll know, if it gets worse down the line, what the problem is =)
Valentine's day is approaching, and a musician I really enjoy is playing at a venue I really enjoy that night. Sadly, I won't be going. I don't feel like going stag to a concert on a day that commercialism reserves for couples. The good news is that the musician clearly likes the venue (because he's returned) so I know he'll be back again.
Shy has disappeared into an abyss. He failed out of school, doesn't have internet at his apartment, and is pretty much in hiding. My lack of any kind of contact with him has caused me to fall out of my crush on him. It makes me a little sad, because it leaves me with no one to focus my affections on, and I'm the kind of person who always has love to give... provided it's deserved. In a way it's like having a well with no one to drink from it, but it's not so bad. I think things will look up once I officially get my degree and move out of this hellish area.
On a random note, I've been looking at apartments in Seattle, Washington. There are some very snazzy ones that I could actually afford to BUY with a very minimal loan provided I get a full-time job here and live rent-free for another year or two. While living here would destroy me, it may actually be an okay idea. especially if I find someone new to focus all that potential energy I have in my heart on.
<3
Things at work have been spectacular. I was given 65 projects three weeks ago, and as a part-time worker (and I had to take time off for medical reasons) I've finished 45 projects to the praise of my clients. Faaaantastic! Maybe it's just me, but I think I am an extraordinarily fast worker. When I'm focuses, the rotation of the Earth slows down and I become Superhuman. One of the women I've worked with a lot over the past year has told me in confidence that she's looking into finally getting my hired full-time. It would be wonderful if she manages it.
In the meantime I've been hired as the Lead Designer for a freelance project. I'm in charge of all of the logos/advertising for three festivals held in Boston in the upcoming months. While I'm not being paid nearly enough, it's good exposure and the events are very large - which means I can get a lot of new clients. Plus it's fun!
I also finally bought a bed. I have not had a bed in six years, so I'm exceedingly happy! It's perfect and pretty and I will post room-photos when it's here and everything's in place. Yeay!!!
In other news, I bought a treadmill and once I get it assembled I'm going to be exercising regularly. This means there will be less of me in the coming months, AND I can get all my frustrations out while doing something good for my body. It also means I can finally listen to music again. I've gotten into a habit of not listening when I'm on the computer, and I don't put anything in while I'm at work. But when I'm on a treadmill my iPod is my best friend =)
Two weeks from Monday I will know if I "need" surgery or not. The steroids they injected into my wrist (which caused me extra pain for a week and a half) haven't done anything. I still can't hold a pen or pencil for more than nine minutes. This probably means my pain is not caused by carpal tunnel, and it probably means it's a bone problem or... it's... god smiting an atheist's wrists? In all cases I would have to undergo either radical, extensive, or potentially permanently damaging surgery. I've decided I'm just going to live with it, like before. But at least I'll know, if it gets worse down the line, what the problem is =)
Valentine's day is approaching, and a musician I really enjoy is playing at a venue I really enjoy that night. Sadly, I won't be going. I don't feel like going stag to a concert on a day that commercialism reserves for couples. The good news is that the musician clearly likes the venue (because he's returned) so I know he'll be back again.
Shy has disappeared into an abyss. He failed out of school, doesn't have internet at his apartment, and is pretty much in hiding. My lack of any kind of contact with him has caused me to fall out of my crush on him. It makes me a little sad, because it leaves me with no one to focus my affections on, and I'm the kind of person who always has love to give... provided it's deserved. In a way it's like having a well with no one to drink from it, but it's not so bad. I think things will look up once I officially get my degree and move out of this hellish area.
On a random note, I've been looking at apartments in Seattle, Washington. There are some very snazzy ones that I could actually afford to BUY with a very minimal loan provided I get a full-time job here and live rent-free for another year or two. While living here would destroy me, it may actually be an okay idea. especially if I find someone new to focus all that potential energy I have in my heart on.
<3
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Seriously. What the fuck?
So not long after I posted about Ryan's secret betrayal of me, I called her up and point blank told her how that impacted me. And we talked. A lot. And we agreed on a lot of stuff, and ended up completely back to normal. I told her I didn't want to rain on her parade anymore because she already knows what I think of her boyfriend, and she understood that I told her what I think without sugar coating because I love her like a sister, and I just want to protect her as best as I can until she makes her own choices in life.
Things were good. Things were normal.
Until today.
I called her yesterday and she promptly tells me she'll call me back and hangs up.
NO BIG DEAL. There was no emergency when I called her yesterday. I just wanted to tell her something personal because I wanted her opinion. Something I wouldn't go to anyone else about because I wouldn't be comfortable telling other people.
And what does she do when she calls me back today?
SHE FAILS TO TELL ME I'VE BEEN ON SPEAKER PHONE FOR THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION.
She could have turned off speaker phone when I started to confide in her.
But no.
She could have told me I was on speaker phone.
Again, no.
I find out because after I tell her everything I hear mumbling in the background. I ask who she's talking to, and when she tells me it's her scumbag boyfriend and I say in an agitated way "could you tell him that for ONE MINUTE I'd like to have a private conversation with my best friend?" I hear him reply, "She doesn't have to, you've been on speaker phone." I asked, "what?" and he repeated himself louder.
I felt horribly betrayed.
I was quiet for a second or two, and then I just said, "thank you, Ryan. Thanks a lot." and hung up.
She tried to call me back but I flipped open my phone and hung up without even answering.
How could she do that?
Things were good. Things were normal.
Until today.
I called her yesterday and she promptly tells me she'll call me back and hangs up.
NO BIG DEAL. There was no emergency when I called her yesterday. I just wanted to tell her something personal because I wanted her opinion. Something I wouldn't go to anyone else about because I wouldn't be comfortable telling other people.
And what does she do when she calls me back today?
SHE FAILS TO TELL ME I'VE BEEN ON SPEAKER PHONE FOR THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION.
She could have turned off speaker phone when I started to confide in her.
But no.
She could have told me I was on speaker phone.
Again, no.
I find out because after I tell her everything I hear mumbling in the background. I ask who she's talking to, and when she tells me it's her scumbag boyfriend and I say in an agitated way "could you tell him that for ONE MINUTE I'd like to have a private conversation with my best friend?" I hear him reply, "She doesn't have to, you've been on speaker phone." I asked, "what?" and he repeated himself louder.
I felt horribly betrayed.
I was quiet for a second or two, and then I just said, "thank you, Ryan. Thanks a lot." and hung up.
She tried to call me back but I flipped open my phone and hung up without even answering.
How could she do that?
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