Almost just sentenced an orchid to death
By giving it an icecube. but i decided not to cuz it's my roommate's orchid and it's her responsability. Just as the sunflower is my responsabilty. Therefore I must be failing because my sunflower (homegrown from my garden btw) took a nose dive off the window sill. So my roommate and I had to deal with the broken glass of a beer stein without the conventionality of a broom or mop. But the sunflower herself has been rescued and transplanted to an empty wine bottle. (yes, four days into living in a new apartment and there are already empty wine bottles)
My dinner tonight consists of beer - magic hat #9 - and homemade french fries. I console myself with the justification that these fries are baked not deep fried and therefore healthier. The reason for such a celebratory dinner you ask? I had my first - offical - masters class this evening. It went well. Met some people who are in the same boat as I. So I have some compatriots, perhaps to be friends. The professor is good, a relaxed but engaging guy, which is a good thing because I have him for three of my four classes and he is my advisor. Today while driving to campus I - for the first time - seriously questioned why I was going back for my masters and couldn't just be like the rest of the 99% and try and get a (nonexsistant) job. So my first class went a long way to appease my doubts.
So I kinda, sorta have a boyfriend now. Not that we're anywhere close to labeling it ( at least i'm not) Long story short, he works at the same place as a very good girlfriend's boyfriend. He saw me in there with my GF and asked her BF about me. GF sets up a dinner for us to meet and we hit it off. Since that intial dinner we have had two offical dates (in my mind) but texting and long phone calls have both occured. I invited him to join me with some friends for after work drinks one saturday and he really stuck his foot in his mouth. He insulted me all night while trying to be witty and funny and I seriously doubted that our relationship was going anywhere after that. Two days after, he calls me in a tizzy to apologize. After that we still went to the pool together but then I moved to Ann Arbor and for a couple of days was having huge doubts about the whole thing. It was also that moody time of the month for me because both last night and this afternoon we had really good, fun, long conversations on the phone. So now he is back in my good graces and I am thinking about this relationship more seriously. That is the shorthand of it.
Another big reason I was reconsidering going any further with this guy is cuz I've moved to a new, exciting city full of guys around my age. The first night, the day I moved in, I went out with my roommate. She is two years younger but has a fake and her best friend has been here three years and knows the party scene. So we ended up at some house parties that night. At both I was hit on, and grinded on by more guys then both of the other girls combined. I have no idea why all these guys where on me. I was no more provocativly dressed or any drunker then the other girls. I have never considered myself hot by any means (unless I am super drunk, but thats another story) but I guess losing some weight this summer made a huge difference.
My best friend visited me the next day and of course we went out. But it was such a difference from the nigth before and made me realized how quickly I've out grown house parties and would rather sit at a bar with good friends and sip expensive drinks then grind on random guys and gulp jungle juice.
Finally, two nights after that I went out again with my roommate and her girlfriend to a random house party. I wasnt near as drunk as before and had to push several guys off me. This party was funny with a decent DJ and a black light and a guy in the corner squirting glow paint water on the dancers. After we ended up on some guy's porch smoking pot. A chill night until my roommate's girlfriend went all werid on me by invting me to this brunch that i didnt even know about then later recinding the invite. I shugged it off as stupid drunken/high shit but she would not let it go and then I started to get annoyed at her. But as I explained to my roomie (who hopefully passes it on) I didnt expect an invite to begin with so the whole thing is a nonissue. But the situation made me feel so old and adultish.
My dinner tonight consists of beer - magic hat #9 - and homemade french fries. I console myself with the justification that these fries are baked not deep fried and therefore healthier. The reason for such a celebratory dinner you ask? I had my first - offical - masters class this evening. It went well. Met some people who are in the same boat as I. So I have some compatriots, perhaps to be friends. The professor is good, a relaxed but engaging guy, which is a good thing because I have him for three of my four classes and he is my advisor. Today while driving to campus I - for the first time - seriously questioned why I was going back for my masters and couldn't just be like the rest of the 99% and try and get a (nonexsistant) job. So my first class went a long way to appease my doubts.
So I kinda, sorta have a boyfriend now. Not that we're anywhere close to labeling it ( at least i'm not) Long story short, he works at the same place as a very good girlfriend's boyfriend. He saw me in there with my GF and asked her BF about me. GF sets up a dinner for us to meet and we hit it off. Since that intial dinner we have had two offical dates (in my mind) but texting and long phone calls have both occured. I invited him to join me with some friends for after work drinks one saturday and he really stuck his foot in his mouth. He insulted me all night while trying to be witty and funny and I seriously doubted that our relationship was going anywhere after that. Two days after, he calls me in a tizzy to apologize. After that we still went to the pool together but then I moved to Ann Arbor and for a couple of days was having huge doubts about the whole thing. It was also that moody time of the month for me because both last night and this afternoon we had really good, fun, long conversations on the phone. So now he is back in my good graces and I am thinking about this relationship more seriously. That is the shorthand of it.
Another big reason I was reconsidering going any further with this guy is cuz I've moved to a new, exciting city full of guys around my age. The first night, the day I moved in, I went out with my roommate. She is two years younger but has a fake and her best friend has been here three years and knows the party scene. So we ended up at some house parties that night. At both I was hit on, and grinded on by more guys then both of the other girls combined. I have no idea why all these guys where on me. I was no more provocativly dressed or any drunker then the other girls. I have never considered myself hot by any means (unless I am super drunk, but thats another story) but I guess losing some weight this summer made a huge difference.
My best friend visited me the next day and of course we went out. But it was such a difference from the nigth before and made me realized how quickly I've out grown house parties and would rather sit at a bar with good friends and sip expensive drinks then grind on random guys and gulp jungle juice.
Finally, two nights after that I went out again with my roommate and her girlfriend to a random house party. I wasnt near as drunk as before and had to push several guys off me. This party was funny with a decent DJ and a black light and a guy in the corner squirting glow paint water on the dancers. After we ended up on some guy's porch smoking pot. A chill night until my roommate's girlfriend went all werid on me by invting me to this brunch that i didnt even know about then later recinding the invite. I shugged it off as stupid drunken/high shit but she would not let it go and then I started to get annoyed at her. But as I explained to my roomie (who hopefully passes it on) I didnt expect an invite to begin with so the whole thing is a nonissue. But the situation made me feel so old and adultish.