Monday, January 30, 2012

2012.

First of all, I'm not dead. Promise.

Second of all, holy crap. K's Choice covering Radiohead. I may or may not have jizzed in my pants. Straight up. Amazing.

Third of all, I really hate folding and putting away laundry. It took me forever to figure out my random aversion to this. I'm going to blame it on working at HT. Folding band t-shirts is a little too close for home with that.

Ok. An update. Where did we last leave off?

Christmas was fine. Got my PS3, which is all I asked for. Thus. Was happy. I've been gaming a lot more, partly due to the PS3 and partly because I have no social life, so...I gotta waste my time doing something when I'm not working.

New Years was...New Years. A bottle of wine and a dance party by myself. Talked to the boy for a bit.

Laura came to visit for a few days, which was awesome, minus the fact that she had this awful cold that kicked her ass. Which kinda worked for us in a weird way, in that neither of us are really "going out and doing a bunch of shit" kind of people. We spent too much time at various coffee shops, bullshittting around. We went to the beach several times and wandered. We also skyped with the boy, which was quite entertaining for me. They get along quite well, which makes me happy. So far, all of my friends that have spent time with Greg like him, and vice versa. It's a pleasant change from some of the boys I've dated in the past who didn't always get along with my friends.

Work is...work. I go in, I quietly hate my life, do my job, go home. I keep crabbing about it, but honestly, I've come to the conclusion that I really need to stick this one out for awhile. I'm not one to jump from job to job, and yet I feel like that's all I've done since IAG closed. Hence why I'm waiting on so many friggin w-2s. I just wanna file my durn taxes, fools.

The boy and I are...fine? I suppose. I barely hear from him these days, because of the whole "full class load plus getting grad school portfolio together" thing. Which about 98 percent of the time, I'm totally cool with. I GET it. You're busy, and well...you're busy with things that are really effin' important. The other 2 percent of me is pouting like a girl and wishing he'd talk to me more. I miss him. Which is severely annoying, in that I hate having mushy-girl feelings. They kinda grode me out. :P So far, we're still planning on having me come up for his spring break. There's been some talk that he might be held up with school, which makes me want to punch him, but...I'm still planning on booking my ticket until he tells me absolutely not to. (and he better fucking not, or I will seriously throw down over it.)

Since Greg's sorta off the radar and everyone is busy with school, work, and other life-type things, I've been pretty unsocial. I spend a lot of time frowning at my phone, willing someone to call or text me...and yet I keep missing phone calls and forgetting to return them until...well, 3AM, when no one else is really up and feeling chatty-tastic. So. I'm failing at this whole "being a good friend" thing right now. I'm not sure how to fix it, but...I'm trying to muster up the energy to wanna do the phone thing. (Do we know that I actually despise talking on the phone, and thus, it actually does take energy?)

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Have I talked about Ivan at all?
Holy jeez...I don't think I have. Eek. I'm a bad mama.

IVAN!


So, about a month ago, Mom and I did some stalking online and found out that Britta's brother Ivan was still up for adoption. (Note: Britta and Ivan are rescue dogs. They're from the same litter and were found roaming the streets together.) Mom, Dave, and I talked about it, and decided that we could handle adopting him as well. Which, in retrospect, is hilarious to me, because Ivan is so well-behaved, he seems like the dog we got first, while Britta is still wild and spastic. Anyway. I'm not particularly sure *why*, but while Ivan loves everyone (because he's a big sweetheart), he has claimed me...to the point where he gets pissy when I even pet Britta. He doesn't share well. lol. But the dogs are reunited, and now we're up to our elbows in puppylove.



All right. I honestly am not particularly in the mood to write anything, I just realized I hadn't updated in forever and a day, and thus, figured I should. I'm planning on doing more music posts soon, now that my iTunes is fixed and I need to actually finish up these packages for people that I've been working on since November. (The more I think about it, the more I realize that I actually kinda suck at this whole long distance friend thing. lol.)

Anyway. I'm going to bed now. G'night world.