what a weekend!
so, i left thursday to go see schmitty, yes? got off worked, schlepped to chinatown, got on my bus, arrived in dc, went to happy hour, was happy and social with sangria and tapas and kisses on request. this was followed by wine outside of holly's, who is the girl who makes me smell like baby jesus and for this i love her. sh broke her foot in iceland, which amuses me, but also makes a little sad.
we acutally got to bed pretty early because i worked wednesday night and thursday morning without sleeping, so i was kinda braindead by 11pm.
friday i pushed him out of bed and made him go to work, then i slept till noonish. woke up, did laundry, and laid around till he got back. after some extreme snuggling we realized we were going to be late for feta's party (which i later found out was feta's going away party! damn he's young. he's going back to finish college!) there was wonderful barbecu-y goodness and lots of good times. at one point my jaw hurt from laughing so much. it was an interesting mix of rit'ers, mitre'ers and all their plus ones (of which i am one). we almost managed to kill the biggest bottle of jd i've ever seen (as a collective group effort) but it still hadn't been cashed by the time we decided to leave around 11. hope those boys survived.
also, showed brock my tits, which he didn't actually expect me to do, and the look of shock on his face was SO worth it.
saturday schmitty and i just spent together. until we had to drag our butts out of bed at noon so i could catch my bus. leaving him is so hard, and even tho i know i'll see him this weekend, it's kinda totally crappy.
i thought my bus left at 1:30. nope. 1. so we hiked it in overtime to amtrack, to find out it cost too much. then we hoofed it the VERY long way to the greyhound and bought me a 3pm ticket, which would get me back JUST in time. as 3pm neared, we went to the gate, and asked the guy standing next to the door if that was our bus, he said no. as the bus was pulling away we ran out and asked again, "is that our bus" he said "nope, ain't your bus"
so we go in and wait. and wait. then i ask the manager of the station where our bus is and he informs us that we hd be lied to. actually he said "of that guys just foolin'. of course that was your bus. why didn't you get on?"
well. i don't know. when the gate attendent says it's not your bus and lets it pull away i tnd to believe him.
at that point i freaked out because i KNEW i was going to be late for work for the 4th time that Week, and i was terrified i'd lose my job because some dickwad was playing a joke. schmitty paid for a cab and zoomed me to catch the 3:30 chinatown. i hate that our last 3 hours we SO stressful. transportation never ceases to vex me.
got to work around 9:30 (only 2 hours late....) but they didn't give me a hard time, because i called at 3:30 to tell them what was up. also, i think i may have managed to JUST avoid earning overtime, which would also make them pretty angry (they like giving UP to 40hours, but not over, no sirree)
after work last night cody let me crash on his couch, because he lives right above our store in the artist housing. So beautiful. such an amazing view. but i understand why he's moving. mostly similar reasons to me.
speaking of moving, i told mary today, gave her my 1 month notice. she refuses to prorate me my rent or advance me my deposit, which makes me more than a little angry. it may just fuck everything up for me moving in with kevin and cody, which means i'm back to trolling EVERY ad in craigslist instead of having some kind of focus.
bah.
money, you continue to be my nemesis.
after work today (which was stunningly uneventful, thank god) i took the kaplan sat tutors test. the english portions seemed fairly easy, and i'm hopeful. the math section wasn't so bad, but i still found myself running out of time on a section or two. i'm really dissapointed in myself that i'd let myself get SO out of practice with math.
here's hoping i'm still in the 90th percentile, because lord knows i could use this job.
back in bed bug central. sprayed EVERYTHING again. i'm hoping the bastards are dead and will finally leave me alone. PLEASE let the bastards be dead and leave me alone.
i want to move out tomorrow. mary and i totally agree i should leave, so i don't get why she's being such a hard ass about the things that could get me out. bah.
we acutally got to bed pretty early because i worked wednesday night and thursday morning without sleeping, so i was kinda braindead by 11pm.
friday i pushed him out of bed and made him go to work, then i slept till noonish. woke up, did laundry, and laid around till he got back. after some extreme snuggling we realized we were going to be late for feta's party (which i later found out was feta's going away party! damn he's young. he's going back to finish college!) there was wonderful barbecu-y goodness and lots of good times. at one point my jaw hurt from laughing so much. it was an interesting mix of rit'ers, mitre'ers and all their plus ones (of which i am one). we almost managed to kill the biggest bottle of jd i've ever seen (as a collective group effort) but it still hadn't been cashed by the time we decided to leave around 11. hope those boys survived.
also, showed brock my tits, which he didn't actually expect me to do, and the look of shock on his face was SO worth it.
saturday schmitty and i just spent together. until we had to drag our butts out of bed at noon so i could catch my bus. leaving him is so hard, and even tho i know i'll see him this weekend, it's kinda totally crappy.
i thought my bus left at 1:30. nope. 1. so we hiked it in overtime to amtrack, to find out it cost too much. then we hoofed it the VERY long way to the greyhound and bought me a 3pm ticket, which would get me back JUST in time. as 3pm neared, we went to the gate, and asked the guy standing next to the door if that was our bus, he said no. as the bus was pulling away we ran out and asked again, "is that our bus" he said "nope, ain't your bus"
so we go in and wait. and wait. then i ask the manager of the station where our bus is and he informs us that we hd be lied to. actually he said "of that guys just foolin'. of course that was your bus. why didn't you get on?"
well. i don't know. when the gate attendent says it's not your bus and lets it pull away i tnd to believe him.
at that point i freaked out because i KNEW i was going to be late for work for the 4th time that Week, and i was terrified i'd lose my job because some dickwad was playing a joke. schmitty paid for a cab and zoomed me to catch the 3:30 chinatown. i hate that our last 3 hours we SO stressful. transportation never ceases to vex me.
got to work around 9:30 (only 2 hours late....) but they didn't give me a hard time, because i called at 3:30 to tell them what was up. also, i think i may have managed to JUST avoid earning overtime, which would also make them pretty angry (they like giving UP to 40hours, but not over, no sirree)
after work last night cody let me crash on his couch, because he lives right above our store in the artist housing. So beautiful. such an amazing view. but i understand why he's moving. mostly similar reasons to me.
speaking of moving, i told mary today, gave her my 1 month notice. she refuses to prorate me my rent or advance me my deposit, which makes me more than a little angry. it may just fuck everything up for me moving in with kevin and cody, which means i'm back to trolling EVERY ad in craigslist instead of having some kind of focus.
bah.
money, you continue to be my nemesis.
after work today (which was stunningly uneventful, thank god) i took the kaplan sat tutors test. the english portions seemed fairly easy, and i'm hopeful. the math section wasn't so bad, but i still found myself running out of time on a section or two. i'm really dissapointed in myself that i'd let myself get SO out of practice with math.
here's hoping i'm still in the 90th percentile, because lord knows i could use this job.
back in bed bug central. sprayed EVERYTHING again. i'm hoping the bastards are dead and will finally leave me alone. PLEASE let the bastards be dead and leave me alone.
i want to move out tomorrow. mary and i totally agree i should leave, so i don't get why she's being such a hard ass about the things that could get me out. bah.