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I am pissed man.
I took this weekend off (not easy where I work) to go to DC Pride. The plan was a bunch of us would get together, get a hotel, and go to the march, parade and party a bit.
People kept cancelling and this bunch of friends is just not good at making plans.
I don't have the money to go a hotel by myself, and my car isn't currently insured so I don't feel comfortable driving it that far (heck, I'm afraid to drive anywhere really).
I found a place to stay for free and someone to hang with in DC.
So I know what I gotta do. I have to stay home, save my $ (for things like car insurance - hello!) and grin and bear it.
I'm just annoyed that I try to make plans and they don't happen. Consistently. I blame it on the type of "friends" I have in this town. I have chosen people who are kinda the bar girls. Fun, but not a whole lotta sensible stuff going on there. I mean I love my buds, really, but when the going gets tough? They're not there for me. Maybe for each other, but not me. It makes me feel like I did when I was a kid - I was poor and fat and a nerd, and boy did I know it. I wasn't "good enough" for the richer or normal kids till about high school. I've always felt somewhat left out. Not in the inner circle.
I know that everyone struggles with this kind of feeling at some point in their life, and everyone has bad days. It just feels like, friends-wise, I'm having a bad year.
Meh.
Not everyone makes me feel this way, you'll be glad to know. I don't need to mention names, you know if you've been there for me!
I'm determined to have a kick-ass weekend. Today, relaxing and perhaps I'll do some deep cleaning in the house, lord knows it needs it. I've decided to renew my lease. I think I can sanely (is that a word? It is now) deal with both roommates, and for Gosh's sake I've moved 4 times in 3 years and I'm SICK of moving! It'll also save me the expense of security, deposit, etc. So I've decided to make my living space a bit more home-y. I'm gonna paint the bathroom and I'm gonna clean clean clean till the floor shines like the top of the Empire State Building!
Hah, if you got that reference you know my favorite childhood movie. I think I've used it before. It's a part of my vernacular, you see.
I just moved to a new position at work, the special services desk, aka hell. It's by choice, too! I want to work in a fast-paced environment where there are always things to do and learn. I'm getting a $1.50 raise which makes it worthwhile. I'll also be full-time which increases my benefits and gives me goodies like vacation time.
Still looking for a part- time night job so I can pay off some of my huge-o debt.
(Thanks for the lead, Jenn, I'm going to try and call at night this time).
Okay enough for now though my head is still full of thoughts, my tummy's asking for homemade lunch.
I took this weekend off (not easy where I work) to go to DC Pride. The plan was a bunch of us would get together, get a hotel, and go to the march, parade and party a bit.
People kept cancelling and this bunch of friends is just not good at making plans.
I don't have the money to go a hotel by myself, and my car isn't currently insured so I don't feel comfortable driving it that far (heck, I'm afraid to drive anywhere really).
I found a place to stay for free and someone to hang with in DC.
So I know what I gotta do. I have to stay home, save my $ (for things like car insurance - hello!) and grin and bear it.
I'm just annoyed that I try to make plans and they don't happen. Consistently. I blame it on the type of "friends" I have in this town. I have chosen people who are kinda the bar girls. Fun, but not a whole lotta sensible stuff going on there. I mean I love my buds, really, but when the going gets tough? They're not there for me. Maybe for each other, but not me. It makes me feel like I did when I was a kid - I was poor and fat and a nerd, and boy did I know it. I wasn't "good enough" for the richer or normal kids till about high school. I've always felt somewhat left out. Not in the inner circle.
I know that everyone struggles with this kind of feeling at some point in their life, and everyone has bad days. It just feels like, friends-wise, I'm having a bad year.
Meh.
Not everyone makes me feel this way, you'll be glad to know. I don't need to mention names, you know if you've been there for me!
I'm determined to have a kick-ass weekend. Today, relaxing and perhaps I'll do some deep cleaning in the house, lord knows it needs it. I've decided to renew my lease. I think I can sanely (is that a word? It is now) deal with both roommates, and for Gosh's sake I've moved 4 times in 3 years and I'm SICK of moving! It'll also save me the expense of security, deposit, etc. So I've decided to make my living space a bit more home-y. I'm gonna paint the bathroom and I'm gonna clean clean clean till the floor shines like the top of the Empire State Building!
Hah, if you got that reference you know my favorite childhood movie. I think I've used it before. It's a part of my vernacular, you see.
I just moved to a new position at work, the special services desk, aka hell. It's by choice, too! I want to work in a fast-paced environment where there are always things to do and learn. I'm getting a $1.50 raise which makes it worthwhile. I'll also be full-time which increases my benefits and gives me goodies like vacation time.
Still looking for a part- time night job so I can pay off some of my huge-o debt.
(Thanks for the lead, Jenn, I'm going to try and call at night this time).
Okay enough for now though my head is still full of thoughts, my tummy's asking for homemade lunch.