my first real weekend

What an exciting weekend I have had. Woah is me. First my little BP called me on Thursday from the road up to Bellingham. When he was not distracted by shifting, drinking soda, or the roadside corn he was going to barter for he told me that the office was NOT on. It devastated me. I love the office. So instead I watched the vice presidential debate, argued with my dad via text message, felt solidarity with miss keels and insulted my ex boyfriend about his barely legal current girlfriend. It amused me to no end. I actually did feel kinda bad about some of that, and kinda not about most of it.

Then on Friday me and miss Rachel went out for drinks and cheesey tortillas at Jalapenos. I love me some of those big mama's wooo weee. Then at the ripe old time of 9:00 we staggered over to the bar at Bob's and had more drinks. There was a creepy old man there, he was of course drawn to me. He tried chatting me up, staring at me, telling me I had beautiful eyes, that I was incredibly attractive and that I had a beautiful smile. I kept telling him that he was freaking me out and needed to stop. Then he touched my back ... too far. Rachel tried to save us by saying that we needed to meet a friend (an underage one) at another bar, the waitress came over with our bills in hand and a very apologetic look on her face when she saw he had descended on our table. It was nice. So we bolted, went to the Up, Rachel tried to make me hit on guys which I was just not feeling so much. So she cozied up to a weirdy while I texted miss Gaby, mister Dan and my Mom ahaha. Then I called Gaby to tell her all the weirdness that was going on. Eventually I was sober and ready to go home so of course I had to drive weirdy home. It was half way to my house, then I doubled back to take Rachel home then finally got home around one. It's tough being old and getting tired at 10:00.

Saturday I woke up and shortly after mister BP called me to go for some coffee. It was great. We went to this funny little coffee shop by my house that has intrigued me and we gossiped about all our friends. Got some good laughs. I miss my boys so much! It was grand to catch up with my little BP. Then me, miss Rachel and miss Whitney went and saw the world's worst movie. Please, anyone who may happen to read this DO NOT GO SEE NICK AND NORA'S INFINITE PLAYLIST! Not only will the theater be filled with 16 year old assholes who will piss you off, but it is THE WORST film that I have ever seen. Lord it was horrendous. We also got mexican food which was pretty good but the margaritas were no big mama's thats for sure. Oh also on Saturday I decided to try harder and become a vegetarian after watching fast food nation. I almost vomited many times.

Today I woke up, put on Indiana Jones (because I don't have TV). Took a shower and I think I might walk over to Albertson's (which I hate) for a couple things. I'm going to attempt to make Rachel's vegetarian tuna salad which is delicious, and actually tastes like tuna, which is odd.

Ok, that was my weekend recap. It's nice not having any homework or anything that I MUST do over the weekend.

Next weekend might be Oktoberfest. Woot woot!

post debate

Well I just watch the vice presidential debate. Man I wish Palin would not have been there. If that would have happened I would still like the word maverick. I would like (for effect) to put up some of the text messages that I sent during the debate, mainly to my good pal miss keels, and my Dad. They are as follows:

"every other word out of her mouth is "senator I respect you for that" I think she may want to switch sides..."

"yeah, I am really anti her"

"stop calling yourself a maverick and quit pumping sunshine up mccain's ass"

"I want to punch her in the head. I wish she would just stop calling herself a maverick and telling stupid stories and answer like a politician who could run the country. Quit giving shout outs!"

"I would rather have a political person who answers questions and behaves like an adult with some political background than someone who runs off the fact she is an attractive middle aged woman with a special needs child"

"go dems. they want out of iraq they see there is no such thing as winning. They believe in equal rights not just for people who look just like them"

I don't like McCain or Palin. I do like Obama and Biden. I at least respect them. I will not vote for someone just because they were a POW (no matter how much I respect them for that, and am grateful for their sacrifices, it doesn't make them a good presidential candidate because of it), or because they are a woman.

ok, end rant. Politics get me fired up.

to be cool ... or not

So I'm either going to join jazzercise which looks like a lot of fun, or I'm going to join a yoga studio, which looks hard, trendy, and intimidating. Ultimately though I think either choice would be good, but the jazzercise studio is right next to my office ... tough choice.

fiance!?!

Today was a day. I worked. It was actually kinda nice because the office was quiet, I got a lot done, and pretty much no one was on my case. Plus I had a really nice lunch with another really new girl there who I'm pretty sure is my age, new best friend!?! She seems shy, I'll have to break her of that. Then this afternoon I go out on my errands. Go to the first bank, park, go inside, it's ape shit crazy in there. Ten thousand people, I stand in line for fifteen minutes. I realize as I see the meter maid stroll by that I had only paid the meter for 8 minutes thinking there was no way it could take longer than that. Walk outside, nice little yellow envelope on my windshield. I worked for Western parking for two and half years and NEVER got a ticket at Western, then I'm downtown DOING MY JOB and get one, lame. It was only ten bucks though so I'm not that beat up about it. Then I go to the NEXT bank that I have to do a deposit at. A really cute young nice guy is helping me, totally chatting me up on what I do in my spare time, what my job is, asking me if I'm in school and we are making banter and making fun of each other's jobs and just having a good time during this little transaction. I think to myself, "self, if he asks for your number, don't you even hesitate, just give it to him" "ps self, you look hot in your trendy dress clothes that you can almost pull off ... go you" Then I tell him about my parking ticket and he exclaims with glee, "oh man, I got a ticket a while ago I totally forgot, if you had not said that then I would have never paid it, thanks for taking one for the team haha" I find this amusing, oh he's so cute, I think he's into me, there is hard core flirting going on, this trip isn't so bad after all even though I got a parking ticket. THEN he says to me, "yeah I was up at mount baker with my fiance and we were blah blah blah" I lost interest, he said the dreaded word (along with girlfriend, boyfriend, wife, common law wife, long term relationship, etc etc) and I zoned out. He is still nice and cute, I wish that that bank was the one that I had to go to everyday so that I could build a really fun look at us working and doing business relationship. Might happen. Probably not. Why are all the taken ones the really good flirters ... wait, that makes sense.

i have stuff ... and things

So I finally have stuff in my apartment that isn't clothes or two plates. Yes thats right, I have finally moved all of my furniture, and random shit into my apartment. I actually am writing this post from my bed ... oo la la. And no, not my bed of a foam egg crate pad with an old comforter on it, my actual mattress bed. It's mild to moderately awesome. Closer to moderately. So here I am feeling like i'm actually living in this apartment, it's pretty nice. Tomorrow I will go to work and when I come home I will plop down on my couch and watch the office on dvd and feel good. Oh, my couch was all saggy in the middle so I went to Lowe's and bought a piece of wood to put in it to un-sag it. Mark the day, it was my very first home improvement project ... in this apartment. I had one other home improvement project in my last apartment where I bought a shower head extension because the water hit me between the shoulder blades and my thighs started getting sore from squatting to rinse my hair in the shower. It was a situation. So there you go. Now my couch is firm, I can cook, eat, entertain. All in all things are shaping up quite nicely. Go new apartment ... that doesn't look like a homeless person is squatting in it anymore!

update on life

i bought new shoes yesterday because of the blister situation. they are so fucking bellingham its out of control. and ya know what, no more blisters today. booyah.

bought more sweaters and crap today, it costs a lot of money to look super awesome at your weird job ... just saying

new office tonight, so effing pumped. got a call from my little drewy today he was very slick and asked me if i lived in bellingham them followed it up with a "so i hear that there is a new office on tonight ... can i come over and watch it?" very slick my little drewy very slick. well since i don't have tv, a couch, or cable i told him no, BUT that he could come over and watch it at Rachel's house. so, me drewy and miss rachel are going to have a little partay. mostly just watching the office and eating sweet potato fries.

thats all, i'm already getting tired at around 10:00, maybe earlier.

excited to get my bed this weekend, AND tv, AND entertainment center and various other pieces of furniture. yay for having my belongings back!

new job

I can feel you out there wondering what my new job was like. Let me give you some tids:

one crazy supervisor
one adorable little boy, yes a child runs around the office
one small white poofy dog named spike
one lady training me who has only worked there three weeks
many new office policies that i may never learn
one walk around downtown running errands
four average to large sized blisters from new dress shoes
one compliment on new dress clothes that i had to buy
two hours before i was forced to answer the phone for the first time
one time getting reprimanded from the owner of the company
one eye roll from the owner of the company
one time the owner of the company told us "nice little ladies" at the front not to carry large boxes
one exhausted little lady

bought new shoes after work
bought 120 dollars worth of groceries
watched four episodes of the office (so far) on my computer because i don't have a tv (or bed, or couch, or table, or chairs or anything to sit on, or anything to set things on)

going to bed at 10 ... i'm officially old now, thats when old people go to bed

pumped for the season premiere of the office tomorrow

might drink one of the 24 ounce coors lights i bought

nice