2006-09-17
Pretty, pretty please?
My parents and some other relatives came to town this weekend. Since they are tourists, they all had this crazy desire to go outside and do things. My poor albino-esque skin did not like this and now I am touting a very nice sunburn which will not develop into a lovely tan, but will instead peel (SEXY) and then possibly turn into skin cancer. On the plus side though, my relatives always buy too much food than we can eat over three days, so now I am fully stocked in beer, fancy drink mixers, and leftover meals from restaurants I normally cannot afford.
On one such outing outdoors, I happened to run into John and the girl I was dumped for, walking around looking all content and shit. You would think after dumping me and setting me off into a crazy depressive cycle (that, I'm sure, will end any day now) he could of at least had the decency to get fat or lose his hair, but no. Jerk.
I, of course, did the very mature thing of hiding behind someone and then get upset that he didn't see me and say hello. Or actually, upset that he didn't see me, say hello, realize how amazing I am and then completely regret his decisions in life. Because, in case you haven't noticed by now, I'm a bit on the crazy side.
Speaking of crazy, the Moomie's crazy ex-girlfriend/friend/fuck buddy has now been diagnosed as bipolar. And while I'm glad that I was right about her, um, lack of mental stability, I do feel a little guilty about calling her The Crazy Bitch now that she is certifiably nuts. It's almost like calling someone in a wheelchair The Lazy Bastard, which I'm almost certain I wouldn't do.
Speaking of Moomie, living with him is getting harder and harder by the day. First off, the stress of everything that's been happening to him is beginning to take it's toll and at this point he needs a level of support that I can't possibly provide. He constantly wants someone around him, but I know that I cannot handle that. I'm fine with him living here and us hanging out occasionally, but from the moment I walk through the door he attatches himself to me to the point where I can't even check my email because he is right there reading it over my shoulder. This, of course, makes me feel unbeliveably guilty because this guy lost his mother, has a father who may or may not have killed her, and is also separated from his wife. I probably could spend a little more time with him, but I know that my patience level gets very, very thin when I'm around someone all the time and I really don't want to end up snapping at him.
That said, he is really annoying me on other levels. Yesterday I came home and found that he left one of the burners on the stove on all day, just setting us up for a lovely apartment fire. He has not cleaned a single thing in this place and leaves every light on behind him. And then last night we went to see some bands play down at one of the local bars and instead of just leaving to get something to eat and then coming back, like he said he was going to do, he just came home without telling me. So then I spent over an hour wandering around town trying to find him, switching from being worried to pissed off until I finally gave up and came home to find him watching cartoons contently in his warm bed (though I did get to witness a gnarly fight between a bunch of drunk guys that ended with one guy getting shot with a taser and then all of them being arrested).
And finally (well, this turned out to be a longer post than I anticipated), I found this copy writer internship in Berkeley that I really want. I mean, really want. I can't remember the last time I found something I felt this interested in. But everytime I begin to write the cover letter to accompany my application, I completely freeze up. Where normally I could just throw something together and send it on with a worry because it's just another crappy job, I really REALLY want this and I don't want to fuck it up. Which I'm going to do unless I get over myself and write this damn letter. Somehow I don't think, "Give me the job pretty, pretty please," is going to suffice.
Oh, one last thing: Epipie, your guestbook hates me and won't let me post any comments, all of which were extremely witty and enjoyable. (HA HA). But I just wanted to say that I'm really glad that you finally got your school stuff in order, and Barry College was getting a very stern shake of my fist for causing you so much trouble.
Ok, that is all.
corin82 at 9:47 p.m.