Yesterday...we waxed.
I'd never been waxed.
But I got waxed.
My eyebrows did.
And...
It stung.
BUT!
I liked it.
So whate'er.
I have pretty eyebrows now.
Annnnd...
Ima bout to pass out. So...
Fin.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Scream. Brilliant. BRUSHES?! Yes.
It has officially been too long since my smartass has graced the cyberworld of this blog. Obviously, I'm a Facebook freakazoid, but blogs...are very special things. Meant for very special people. A people who need people and who are, in many ways, the luckiest people...in the world. (Yes...I just quoted Barbara Streisand...I dare you to argue).
Anywhozits....since my last blog, I have left Lawrence, moved back to Salina-ish and have thus started cosmetology school at the Eric Fisher Academy in Wichita. It's okay.
....
PSYCH! I LOOOOOOOOOOVE IT! Its pretty much the most fabulous thing I've ever been a part of...well...you know, next to showchoir camp in high school. This is like showchoir camp...but every day....for more than a week....without breaking my ass every day! Bahahaha. No, but seriously, my teacher is about the cutest thing I've ever seen. She looks like a mini Lucille Ball....red hair and everything. Her name is Patti, and because of her diminutive size, we call her our Pocket Patti. Precious. She also won major cool points for naming her daughter after a Harry Potter character - Bellatrix Black. LOVE IT.
I only have seven people in my class....seven. It's small. I've got Perla, Alissa, Megan, Meagan, Dajana, Kendra, and me. Lemme just go through them...so you know who I'm talking about....
Perla is about 4'9, with crazy red streaks in her hair. She's Mexican and super quiet, but she's opened up and she's very, very sweet.
Alissa is the oldest of us, at 21...she's a single mother of the CUTEST 6 month old baby in the world. He's precious. She's really nice, very quiet, but EXTREMELY organized.
Megan is the ex-sorority sister. She went to K-State, then WSU, hated it, dropped out, and is now in cosmo school. She's kind of a bitch at first, but she's really nice. She can be rude at times, but I dont' really think anything of it because she's not necessarily snotty...she's just honest.
Meagan...oh gosh. She's a hot mess. She can't remember what you told her three seconds ago, she has to have everything repeated multiple times, and she has a hard time of hearing people...like, if we talk too fast, she gets totally lost. But...she's a sweetheart as well. She's totally genuine about it, and we can tell that it frustrates her...but sometimes, we just kinda wanna ring her neck.
Dajana (pronounced Di-yah-nuh) is originally from Germany, but moved over here when she was 5. She speaks, like, three languages (aside from English) and is working on a fourth. She's one of those socially awkward girls who has to grow on you, and she's grown on me. She's a good time.
Kendra is from western Kansas....Sylvan Grove, actually. She's SUPER funny, super sweet, and she sits by me, so we're becoming pretty good friends. She's the most down to earth of all of us, I think. And she's the only one without any artificial color in her hair.............yet. :))
The school is SUCH a good time. When we get there in the morning, we have to clock in with our handprint and then we have Lighting Round. It's when the ENTIRETY of the school gathers on the floor by the stage and has, like, announcements. And sometimes we have prizes or skits. Then we all break off to our separate classes and whatnot.
Our dress code is 80% black, but we can add color here and there. Every other Friday is jeans day, and every OTHER Friday is color day :)) So this Friday will be color day. And I'm excited!!
We got our kits last Friday...it was like Christmas! I have so many brushes and combs I don't know what to do with them! :)) I got a new blowdryer, straightening iron, two curling irons, six mannequin heads, and a WHOLE lotta other stuff. It's nuts! I love it!
Everyone is SOOOOO incredibly nice...even our business teacher, Cynthia. She teaches our business course NUTS & BOLTS. She's....fantastical. It's hilarious. She totally reminds me of Aunt Kathy, actually...it's great :))
Well...I'll be sure to post more stories on here as time progresses :))
LOVE LOVE
Anywhozits....since my last blog, I have left Lawrence, moved back to Salina-ish and have thus started cosmetology school at the Eric Fisher Academy in Wichita. It's okay.
....
PSYCH! I LOOOOOOOOOOVE IT! Its pretty much the most fabulous thing I've ever been a part of...well...you know, next to showchoir camp in high school. This is like showchoir camp...but every day....for more than a week....without breaking my ass every day! Bahahaha. No, but seriously, my teacher is about the cutest thing I've ever seen. She looks like a mini Lucille Ball....red hair and everything. Her name is Patti, and because of her diminutive size, we call her our Pocket Patti. Precious. She also won major cool points for naming her daughter after a Harry Potter character - Bellatrix Black. LOVE IT.
I only have seven people in my class....seven. It's small. I've got Perla, Alissa, Megan, Meagan, Dajana, Kendra, and me. Lemme just go through them...so you know who I'm talking about....
Perla is about 4'9, with crazy red streaks in her hair. She's Mexican and super quiet, but she's opened up and she's very, very sweet.
Alissa is the oldest of us, at 21...she's a single mother of the CUTEST 6 month old baby in the world. He's precious. She's really nice, very quiet, but EXTREMELY organized.
Megan is the ex-sorority sister. She went to K-State, then WSU, hated it, dropped out, and is now in cosmo school. She's kind of a bitch at first, but she's really nice. She can be rude at times, but I dont' really think anything of it because she's not necessarily snotty...she's just honest.
Meagan...oh gosh. She's a hot mess. She can't remember what you told her three seconds ago, she has to have everything repeated multiple times, and she has a hard time of hearing people...like, if we talk too fast, she gets totally lost. But...she's a sweetheart as well. She's totally genuine about it, and we can tell that it frustrates her...but sometimes, we just kinda wanna ring her neck.
Dajana (pronounced Di-yah-nuh) is originally from Germany, but moved over here when she was 5. She speaks, like, three languages (aside from English) and is working on a fourth. She's one of those socially awkward girls who has to grow on you, and she's grown on me. She's a good time.
Kendra is from western Kansas....Sylvan Grove, actually. She's SUPER funny, super sweet, and she sits by me, so we're becoming pretty good friends. She's the most down to earth of all of us, I think. And she's the only one without any artificial color in her hair.............yet. :))
The school is SUCH a good time. When we get there in the morning, we have to clock in with our handprint and then we have Lighting Round. It's when the ENTIRETY of the school gathers on the floor by the stage and has, like, announcements. And sometimes we have prizes or skits. Then we all break off to our separate classes and whatnot.
Our dress code is 80% black, but we can add color here and there. Every other Friday is jeans day, and every OTHER Friday is color day :)) So this Friday will be color day. And I'm excited!!
We got our kits last Friday...it was like Christmas! I have so many brushes and combs I don't know what to do with them! :)) I got a new blowdryer, straightening iron, two curling irons, six mannequin heads, and a WHOLE lotta other stuff. It's nuts! I love it!
Everyone is SOOOOO incredibly nice...even our business teacher, Cynthia. She teaches our business course NUTS & BOLTS. She's....fantastical. It's hilarious. She totally reminds me of Aunt Kathy, actually...it's great :))
Well...I'll be sure to post more stories on here as time progresses :))
LOVE LOVE
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Employment
I got a job! Thank Allah. It's nothing super exciting, but it's for a call center. Ill be that annoying chick who calls you to ask if you want a magazine subscriptions and if you can be entered into a drawing to win A CRUISE!!!!! Right? Awesome. So I'll get hung up on, but I'll most likely get some terrible sap who can't help but say yes and I'll sell some magazines...which means my pay will go up...which is a GOOOOOOD THING. Even if I DON'T sell anything, I'll be making about $200 a week (paid weekly...and that's AFTER taxes)...so about $800 a month. Plus, if I sell, I get paid more. Which is awesome, to say the least. Money makes the world go 'round, as Liza and Joel would say. Oh, Cabaret, you make my life :) My hours are from 9:30-4:30 M-F...all weekends off. Sound good? Oh yes. I thought so. I start tomorrow...which probably means I should be sleeping. yep. I'll go do that.
G'night world!
G'night world!
Friday, September 18, 2009
My Blogemy
Yes. That's what I'm calling this blasted thing that invokes as much guilt as walking through an animal shelter knowing half of those beautiful dogs won't leave that horrid place.
Blogging is tedious. And a little time consuming. Not to mention, I'm such a control freak and perfectionist that I feel I should entertain as well as inform every time I write. My mom says I'm 'hilarious'...but I don't see it so much and it's all I can do not to over-analyze and re-read everything I write before I post it. You don't understand...I'm a lunatic when it comes to this. Which is probably why I try to avoid it at all costs. I think "hmm I'm tired", or "hmm...not tonight", or "hmmm I don't feel like it", or "hmmm maybe later." -- The self excuses never end. Kind of like a Bette Midler ballad....btw, Wind Beneath My Wings just KEEPS GOING. Don't get me wrong, the Divine Miss M is my role model, but honestly....how many times can you say 'fly' at the end of a song before someone goes "spread your wings, god damn it!"
On a more depressing note, I am still jobless. The Job Market (my other enemy...a close second to the blogosphere) is kicking my ass up and down and all around. It's...lovely. You'd think that I'd find something...anything!...by this point. But no. I can't find my purpose. As Princeton said in Avenue Q "I've gotta find my purpose..." -- granted, he was singing about it and he is a puppet...but that doesn't matter...doesn't make it less true.
I tried using italics up there...no clue if it will work. It had some strange code that inserted automatically when I pressed the little italic 'i'....and I was like "wait, wtf?...awkward."
Bed time! KU game tomorrow! Mimosa's and eggs at 8:30am! Woooo! ROCK CHALK.
Blogging is tedious. And a little time consuming. Not to mention, I'm such a control freak and perfectionist that I feel I should entertain as well as inform every time I write. My mom says I'm 'hilarious'...but I don't see it so much and it's all I can do not to over-analyze and re-read everything I write before I post it. You don't understand...I'm a lunatic when it comes to this. Which is probably why I try to avoid it at all costs. I think "hmm I'm tired", or "hmm...not tonight", or "hmmm I don't feel like it", or "hmmm maybe later." -- The self excuses never end. Kind of like a Bette Midler ballad....btw, Wind Beneath My Wings just KEEPS GOING. Don't get me wrong, the Divine Miss M is my role model, but honestly....how many times can you say 'fly' at the end of a song before someone goes "spread your wings, god damn it!"
On a more depressing note, I am still jobless. The Job Market (my other enemy...a close second to the blogosphere) is kicking my ass up and down and all around. It's...lovely. You'd think that I'd find something...anything!...by this point. But no. I can't find my purpose. As Princeton said in Avenue Q "I've gotta find my purpose..." -- granted, he was singing about it and he is a puppet...but that doesn't matter...doesn't make it less true.
I tried using italics up there...no clue if it will work. It had some strange code that inserted automatically when I pressed the little italic 'i'....and I was like "wait, wtf?...awkward."
Bed time! KU game tomorrow! Mimosa's and eggs at 8:30am! Woooo! ROCK CHALK.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Just a thought...
I cry way too easily. Especially when I'm alone. I need to work on that. It's depressing.
Friday, August 28, 2009
DIPWAD ALERT! DIPWAD ALERT!
Omigod. So. Dipwad (B.J.) e-mailed me all apologetic about how he pissed Monica and I off when he was here. I almost choked on the cereal I was eating when I read it. WTF? So I e-mailed him back and was like "yeah...you fucked up. end of story." --- no, but really, I actually was very nice and cordial and said "maybe we started off on the wrong food, yada yada yada...." blah blah blah blah blah I basically bullshitted my way through...mostly for the sake of Karen because she obviously loves this man and I'm willing to give him another chance. Monica, on the other hand, still wants to throw him over the balcony. To each his own.
I have come to a conclusion: I HATE TO BE COLD WHEN I'M NOT SLEEPING. It's really obnoxious because I can't fall asleep unless I'm cold but I hate to be cold. Take that as you will.
OH and I've also decided that I"m going to be a spinster with 20 cats for the rest of my life. I will not marry because men are stupid. YES! I SAID IT!
I also hate technology.
That is it.
The end.
Go to bed, you.
er...yeah. :)
I have come to a conclusion: I HATE TO BE COLD WHEN I'M NOT SLEEPING. It's really obnoxious because I can't fall asleep unless I'm cold but I hate to be cold. Take that as you will.
OH and I've also decided that I"m going to be a spinster with 20 cats for the rest of my life. I will not marry because men are stupid. YES! I SAID IT!
I also hate technology.
That is it.
The end.
Go to bed, you.
er...yeah. :)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
New Apartment, New Adventure
So I know it's been a minute since I posted last, but for good reason: I'm lazy. Blogging is a kind of task I haven't mastered yet...much like 'studying' (it's like a four-letter word). But here I am, at 2:06am on a...Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, in the computer lab of my apartment complex (the reasoning behind that will be explained below), just finished up a work out, and figured "hell, why not." I'm obviously terrible at e-mailing, as most of you know, so blogging is like...a mass e-mail without the impersonality of a mass e-mail. (if that sentence made any sense to you, I congratulate your awareness...I'm half asleep).
About a week ago...a little more...maybe, like, seven days...something like that...REGARDLESS! A little more than a week ago, I moved back to Lawrence. With no job, virtually no money, and the little bit of faith I have left that I will be able to make it on my own for at least a semester. Pray for me? Please do. I need it. My lesbian Christina helped my mom and I move me into the apartment. Monica and Taja had already moved in, and Karen was to arrive the next day. I get to the complex (it sort of reminds me of a hotel resort, actually...luxurious pool, hot tub, waterfall, sand volleyball court, full basketball court, grills in the courtyard, rec room open 24/7, game room, computer lab, tanning bed, study rooms, and our own video rental spot...yeah, I think that covers it), go to the main office to get my key, have to sign all these ridiculous papers, get my parking permit, and head up to the apartment. It's in the building right next door to the main building, which is kind of nice when I'm doing these late night workouts, and on the top floor of the building. Elevator you say? No no...we're young. We have STAIRS. THREE FLIGHTS to be exact. Count 'em...three. Uno, dos, tres...three. SOOOOO we start moving. Thank god my OTHER lesbian Tori (...you can tell...gay pride EVERYWHERE in my group of friends) was there to help. She and Christina are like two little oxen ready to move the load up the mountain. And so they did. ...With my help, of course. Mom stayed upstairs and took on the task of doing the mound of laundry I was too lazy to do and pack. Yeah. I moved dirty laundry. Bring it.
Moving went relatively well, except that the dolly was POINTLESS because the stairs are so damned steep. It's definitely more of a two-or-three-stairs kind of thing...or...you know, flat surfaces. Three flights? Not so much. Christina took one...or...three..for the team that night. She slipped in the mud, dropped the TV, but no worries!!!! -- her leg broke its fall. She then proceeded to develop a heart shaped hematoma on her thigh. Lovely, right? So we get the damned TV upstairs to find out (lo and behold) it doesn't work. The picture tube is out. Awesome, right? I thought so. So the TV is just sitting on the TV stand...for decoration. Because until we get a new one, that's what it's serving since our living room looks like a psych ward at the moment. REGARDLESS.
So I get all my things inside, blah blah blah, and mom takes off for Tom & Linda's where she's going to stay the night and come get Christina in the morning to head back to Salina. We took showers and went to get dinner with Monica, Joel, Jessica, and a couple of Monica's friends at Chilis. (...oh...side note: Taja had gone home for the night to get more stuff) Yada yada yada, we eat, we talk, we go back to the apartment and decide "hey...we need a drink and then we can start on the room"...so...that's exactly what we did. We got a drink (a STRONG drink) and ventured in the abyss that was my room. The idea was to put the clothes away, and then move around the room so it was more open. Sounds simple, right? HAHAHAHAHAHA no. We did the clothes then proceeded to attempt to move the bed. It kept...well...BREAKING on us. The legs would just pop off. All but one did that until we got the damned bed moved to where we wanted it. Better not have any rough sex in that bed, I'll fuckin' break it. (no pun intended) ===== and I digress.
Somehow in the process of this entire thing, Christina managed to rip the back of her pants AND cut her toe. So now...she's got a hematoma, a cut toe (it bled profusely), and has ripped the only pants she brought with her. LOVELY. I owe her. You know...I owe her, like, blood. On the real.
Then we decide that...well...we're awesome so we're gonna keep drinking and stay up all night to finish decorating so I wouldn't wake up to an utter mess the next morning. So........we did. We stayed up until...like....7am finishing the damned room. (I'll post pictures later because I'm not on my computer at this time.) Sooooooo....Sunday: Christina leaves, Mom leaves, Monica and I have lunch, we go get Karen from the airport, we bring Karen back, Taja shows up, we make dinner, we're all unpacking and bonding, and then we go to bed.
Sunday night, apparently, BJ showed up. BJ is Karen's boyfriend whom none of us had met. He's from St. Louis and is doing an internship there writing for MLB.com following the STL Cardinals. (baseball...not my thing). Anyways..so...as the week progresses, Taja, Monica, and I bond pretty well. Karen, on the other hand, has been holed up with BJ (his name even makes him sound like a douche...I mean, really? His real name is Bobby Joe Raines.................................yeah. WTF?!) We met BJ (kind of) and we only saw him a handful of times even though he stayed in our apartment for, like, five days. Every time we DID see him, however, he was a complete DICK. He called Karen a 'fat ass' and made fun of her weight in FRONT of all of us AND Karen (she's, like, 5'8 and a good 140....WHAT THE HELL, THE GIRL ISN'T FAT AT ALL). He was totally snotty to Taja and rude to Monica and I. I about punched him in the face. If he comes back and says one fuckin' word about Karen's weight or ANYTHING EVEN PERTAINING TO HER WEIGHT I will tell him to get the fuck out of my apartment. I swear to god, he better be glad he's not leaving over the railing because I'm not above murder of douchebags. So we're already annoyed with him, and HER for that matter, because she's acting COMPLETELY not like herself. Karen is usually totally goofy, not scared of anything (besides commitement), try anything once, loud, crude, and open. But when he's around...even when he's NOT around (noticed it over the past couple of days) she's almost...creeeeeepy nice. She's demure and quiet and awkward. She's...not Karen. I kind of want to pull a Cher, slap her and tell her to 'snap out of it!'. So..then...wednesday (he has plans to leave Friday) he goes golfing with some of his buddies here in Lawrence so Karen has some time to spend with us. We're hanging out, talking, when BJ texts her. He and his buddies are going out to El Mezcal for dinner and he wants her to come. But she's already eaten, so she tells him no, to go have fun with his friends and she's gonna hang out here with her roommates. Well...he flips a SHIT and says "ohhhh I'm so sorry I"m such an inconvenience to your roommates, I'll just come back and get my stuff and leave, I'm sorry I ever came, I'll give my football tickets away, I won't come back" etc. Karen just falls apart...she starts BALLING...hardcore, like...it sounded like a bassett hound was DYING in her room. We were PISSED. So he comes back all nonchalant, like we don't know what's going on (dickface), goes into her room and three minutes later..................all is well!!! She acted like nothing ever happened! Ohhh it was all hunky dorey after that! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RIDICULOUS!!!! OMIGOD I WANTED TO SHOOT MYSELF!!!! She's in this verbally, emotionally abusive relationship and I can't say anything about it...she KNOWS he's wrong...SHE KNOWS....and she just said "well...I dont' know why I like him, but I do"------ when you DON'T know why you like someone, why you LOVE someone, SOMETHING is WRONG!!! DING DING DING!!! BIG FLASHING RED FUCKING LIGHTS SHOULD BE GOING OFF IN YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW!!!....ugh. It's enough to make a girl be asexual. Back to the weight thing, though, BJ is NOT small. He's overweight and extremely UNattractive, I might add. He's NOT the cutest...or even slightly adorable...at all. So he has NO FUCKING RIGHT to say anything about how Karen looks. She's gorgeous. I don't know who the hell taught him how to treat women, but they FAILED. EPIC FAIL, RAINES FAMILY, EPIC FAIL!
Well...while all of this is going on, Taja, Monica, and I are having a grand time bonding. We cooked our CA (Community Assistant) and his roommates dinner (which we're doing every week from now on), met some people, went to a pool party, got burned (damn it), played hide and seek in our little apartment (very challenging, but WICKED fun), had a craft project (we're getting a picture of the four of us blown up and hung on the wall and surrounding it with canvases we all individually designed with our names on them), and have had some interesting conversations. Taja and I have almost killed each other a million times (totally kidding always, but nontheless) and we've had a VERY good time :) We are all pretty much the same when it comes to values...we all don't mind doing dishes and cleaning up after ourselves, we keep our rooms neat, we pitch in for certain things, and help out all the time. It's a good time in our apartment. Tomorrow we're cooking steak and shrimp for the boys. We've learned to eat well on practically no money...it's interesting the things you can find in the clearance aisles.
My romantic life doesn't exist and I'm sooooo okay with that. A friend of mine from high school goes here now and we've had lunch and are going to hang out more, and yeah...I have a crush on him...just a little ;)...but I'm not even thinking about a relationship. I need to pay the rent before I can handle a boyfriend! :-)
Now...I'm getting a little tired. So I'm gonna go finish my laundry, put it away, and go to bed...big day tomorrow!
About a week ago...a little more...maybe, like, seven days...something like that...REGARDLESS! A little more than a week ago, I moved back to Lawrence. With no job, virtually no money, and the little bit of faith I have left that I will be able to make it on my own for at least a semester. Pray for me? Please do. I need it. My lesbian Christina helped my mom and I move me into the apartment. Monica and Taja had already moved in, and Karen was to arrive the next day. I get to the complex (it sort of reminds me of a hotel resort, actually...luxurious pool, hot tub, waterfall, sand volleyball court, full basketball court, grills in the courtyard, rec room open 24/7, game room, computer lab, tanning bed, study rooms, and our own video rental spot...yeah, I think that covers it), go to the main office to get my key, have to sign all these ridiculous papers, get my parking permit, and head up to the apartment. It's in the building right next door to the main building, which is kind of nice when I'm doing these late night workouts, and on the top floor of the building. Elevator you say? No no...we're young. We have STAIRS. THREE FLIGHTS to be exact. Count 'em...three. Uno, dos, tres...three. SOOOOO we start moving. Thank god my OTHER lesbian Tori (...you can tell...gay pride EVERYWHERE in my group of friends) was there to help. She and Christina are like two little oxen ready to move the load up the mountain. And so they did. ...With my help, of course. Mom stayed upstairs and took on the task of doing the mound of laundry I was too lazy to do and pack. Yeah. I moved dirty laundry. Bring it.
Moving went relatively well, except that the dolly was POINTLESS because the stairs are so damned steep. It's definitely more of a two-or-three-stairs kind of thing...or...you know, flat surfaces. Three flights? Not so much. Christina took one...or...three..for the team that night. She slipped in the mud, dropped the TV, but no worries!!!! -- her leg broke its fall. She then proceeded to develop a heart shaped hematoma on her thigh. Lovely, right? So we get the damned TV upstairs to find out (lo and behold) it doesn't work. The picture tube is out. Awesome, right? I thought so. So the TV is just sitting on the TV stand...for decoration. Because until we get a new one, that's what it's serving since our living room looks like a psych ward at the moment. REGARDLESS.
So I get all my things inside, blah blah blah, and mom takes off for Tom & Linda's where she's going to stay the night and come get Christina in the morning to head back to Salina. We took showers and went to get dinner with Monica, Joel, Jessica, and a couple of Monica's friends at Chilis. (...oh...side note: Taja had gone home for the night to get more stuff) Yada yada yada, we eat, we talk, we go back to the apartment and decide "hey...we need a drink and then we can start on the room"...so...that's exactly what we did. We got a drink (a STRONG drink) and ventured in the abyss that was my room. The idea was to put the clothes away, and then move around the room so it was more open. Sounds simple, right? HAHAHAHAHAHA no. We did the clothes then proceeded to attempt to move the bed. It kept...well...BREAKING on us. The legs would just pop off. All but one did that until we got the damned bed moved to where we wanted it. Better not have any rough sex in that bed, I'll fuckin' break it. (no pun intended) ===== and I digress.
Somehow in the process of this entire thing, Christina managed to rip the back of her pants AND cut her toe. So now...she's got a hematoma, a cut toe (it bled profusely), and has ripped the only pants she brought with her. LOVELY. I owe her. You know...I owe her, like, blood. On the real.
Then we decide that...well...we're awesome so we're gonna keep drinking and stay up all night to finish decorating so I wouldn't wake up to an utter mess the next morning. So........we did. We stayed up until...like....7am finishing the damned room. (I'll post pictures later because I'm not on my computer at this time.) Sooooooo....Sunday: Christina leaves, Mom leaves, Monica and I have lunch, we go get Karen from the airport, we bring Karen back, Taja shows up, we make dinner, we're all unpacking and bonding, and then we go to bed.
Sunday night, apparently, BJ showed up. BJ is Karen's boyfriend whom none of us had met. He's from St. Louis and is doing an internship there writing for MLB.com following the STL Cardinals. (baseball...not my thing). Anyways..so...as the week progresses, Taja, Monica, and I bond pretty well. Karen, on the other hand, has been holed up with BJ (his name even makes him sound like a douche...I mean, really? His real name is Bobby Joe Raines.................................yeah. WTF?!) We met BJ (kind of) and we only saw him a handful of times even though he stayed in our apartment for, like, five days. Every time we DID see him, however, he was a complete DICK. He called Karen a 'fat ass' and made fun of her weight in FRONT of all of us AND Karen (she's, like, 5'8 and a good 140....WHAT THE HELL, THE GIRL ISN'T FAT AT ALL). He was totally snotty to Taja and rude to Monica and I. I about punched him in the face. If he comes back and says one fuckin' word about Karen's weight or ANYTHING EVEN PERTAINING TO HER WEIGHT I will tell him to get the fuck out of my apartment. I swear to god, he better be glad he's not leaving over the railing because I'm not above murder of douchebags. So we're already annoyed with him, and HER for that matter, because she's acting COMPLETELY not like herself. Karen is usually totally goofy, not scared of anything (besides commitement), try anything once, loud, crude, and open. But when he's around...even when he's NOT around (noticed it over the past couple of days) she's almost...creeeeeepy nice. She's demure and quiet and awkward. She's...not Karen. I kind of want to pull a Cher, slap her and tell her to 'snap out of it!'. So..then...wednesday (he has plans to leave Friday) he goes golfing with some of his buddies here in Lawrence so Karen has some time to spend with us. We're hanging out, talking, when BJ texts her. He and his buddies are going out to El Mezcal for dinner and he wants her to come. But she's already eaten, so she tells him no, to go have fun with his friends and she's gonna hang out here with her roommates. Well...he flips a SHIT and says "ohhhh I'm so sorry I"m such an inconvenience to your roommates, I'll just come back and get my stuff and leave, I'm sorry I ever came, I'll give my football tickets away, I won't come back" etc. Karen just falls apart...she starts BALLING...hardcore, like...it sounded like a bassett hound was DYING in her room. We were PISSED. So he comes back all nonchalant, like we don't know what's going on (dickface), goes into her room and three minutes later..................all is well!!! She acted like nothing ever happened! Ohhh it was all hunky dorey after that! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RIDICULOUS!!!! OMIGOD I WANTED TO SHOOT MYSELF!!!! She's in this verbally, emotionally abusive relationship and I can't say anything about it...she KNOWS he's wrong...SHE KNOWS....and she just said "well...I dont' know why I like him, but I do"------ when you DON'T know why you like someone, why you LOVE someone, SOMETHING is WRONG!!! DING DING DING!!! BIG FLASHING RED FUCKING LIGHTS SHOULD BE GOING OFF IN YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW!!!....ugh. It's enough to make a girl be asexual. Back to the weight thing, though, BJ is NOT small. He's overweight and extremely UNattractive, I might add. He's NOT the cutest...or even slightly adorable...at all. So he has NO FUCKING RIGHT to say anything about how Karen looks. She's gorgeous. I don't know who the hell taught him how to treat women, but they FAILED. EPIC FAIL, RAINES FAMILY, EPIC FAIL!
Well...while all of this is going on, Taja, Monica, and I are having a grand time bonding. We cooked our CA (Community Assistant) and his roommates dinner (which we're doing every week from now on), met some people, went to a pool party, got burned (damn it), played hide and seek in our little apartment (very challenging, but WICKED fun), had a craft project (we're getting a picture of the four of us blown up and hung on the wall and surrounding it with canvases we all individually designed with our names on them), and have had some interesting conversations. Taja and I have almost killed each other a million times (totally kidding always, but nontheless) and we've had a VERY good time :) We are all pretty much the same when it comes to values...we all don't mind doing dishes and cleaning up after ourselves, we keep our rooms neat, we pitch in for certain things, and help out all the time. It's a good time in our apartment. Tomorrow we're cooking steak and shrimp for the boys. We've learned to eat well on practically no money...it's interesting the things you can find in the clearance aisles.
My romantic life doesn't exist and I'm sooooo okay with that. A friend of mine from high school goes here now and we've had lunch and are going to hang out more, and yeah...I have a crush on him...just a little ;)...but I'm not even thinking about a relationship. I need to pay the rent before I can handle a boyfriend! :-)
Now...I'm getting a little tired. So I'm gonna go finish my laundry, put it away, and go to bed...big day tomorrow!
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