I will always loaf you.
My previous plans of becoming the laziest person to ever exist were cancelled last night in favor of FUN! Sean appeared around 8:30-9:00pm happy, albeit rather stressed, and we decided to make it a night out at Ashley's. Good idea. Although we had gotten distracted for about...oh, an hour and a half. Cable, people. Unnecessary and attention grabbing. We finally made it to Ashley's where everyone was in good spirits. Nichole got the most adorable tattoo and I certainly have tattoo envy. Ashley got the cutest version of a chelsea that I've ever seen and, although I've struggled for the past 5 years to reach my goal of having a mane of hair (it's a literal mane. I love it), it made me consider chopping it all off in favor of cuteness and convenience. You will not believe how long it takes to make a mane of hair look like...actual hair. But alas, my stubborness in wanting long locks persists and won me over. Damn you, awkward high school hair! See what you've done to me?!
We watched Superbad, which aided by dying creepy crush on the ever awkward Michael Cera. We chatted about this that and the other thing. Hung out and finally got to spend some quality time with Ash's new dog, Izzy. Cute as pie, that one. All goose poop snacks considered. I really love how Matt and Sean get along. It makes me feel squishy to know that my friends have realized what an awesome dude he is. Because he is. Sean rules. Drinks were had, relaxation was key and then a game of Mad Gab, which I've never played before. Without a doubt, one of the most difficult games ever made. Not only is it the whole "mind over matter" concept of it increasingly frustrating, but then you can't help but collapse in a fit of giggles after hearing yourself spout out these nonsense words. Ashley got "I will always love you." I imagine that the replacement for the word "love" was "loaf", because she said "I will always loaf you." Nothing has ever been that funny. It was a good time and I certainly needed that. I've missed my friends. Now that the awkwardness of loans and financial obligations is over, I can enjoy my time spent with them. I left at peace. 24 is a supreme age, I'll have you know.
Needless to say, I arrived home at the very acceptable hour of 3:00am. Sleeping in this humidity is not an easy feat for me. Sleeping in general is not an easy feat for me, but last night, with the fan on and the breeze and the lovely boy next to me, and kitty on my legs, I was out. I didn't wake up until the very unacceptable hour of 1:45pm. Shameful girl! Sean, desperate need to complete finals reports discarded, agreed to laze about with me for another hour. Then coffee and now here. Last night, Sean apologized for being rather unconcerned with my stress levels, as his are just as high. I felt really good when he said that. It's hard when we are both so stressed out and I do my best to compromise so that he can de-stress as well. In the end, he realized my efforts and that, yes, I can be stressed out too, and apologized. He makes me feel squishy. :) Real squishy.
I'm feeling motivated today. I suppose its from the guilt of being so lazy yesterday and the shame of waking up at an indecent afternoon hour, but I have the urge to do something. I was considering offering to take my mother food shopping, but I believed she's annoyed that she suspects that both her children came home inebriated last night. Though I was not, whenever I'm happy or laughing, she suspects booze to the the source of all happiness and giggles. My brother, however, was found passed out on the living room floor. Considering that he sleeps on the couch in the same room, I imagine his night was filled with more drinks than mine. I'm sure he'll hear about that later.
My mother very recently obtained a large sum of money after the tedious distribution of my grandmother's estate. My mom has suffered from low self confidence for the past year and upon receipt of this money, has done a complete turn-around. What used to be my best friend and ultimate role model is now a greedy, money-obsessed overly confident pompous woman. She ODed on confidence and now treats everyone as if they're some how inferior. It makes me alternately sad and angry. Since I've never had much to begin with, I have always despised money. I hate how careless people are with it, when I realize that they've never had to decide whether to pay rent and eat or try and keep a cat alive. When I realize that they've never had to endure the embarrassment of having to ask a relative to borrow money for an undisclosed amount of time in order to stay afloat. Granted, my mother has been generous in her attempts to render me financially stable, but there's a price that comes with it. I never thought I'd hear her start a sentence with "But I gave you...". If the words "the gift of life" came after that, I might find it more acceptable. The idea of buying ones affections is sickening to me.
Work tomorrow. Fun. My boss actually just called me to inquire about his space heater, which I had borrowed over the winter when my apartment management decided not to turn the heat on until January. I had thought I had returned it, but I guess not. I suppose I should shower and at least attempt to be partially functional today. Boooo!
We watched Superbad, which aided by dying creepy crush on the ever awkward Michael Cera. We chatted about this that and the other thing. Hung out and finally got to spend some quality time with Ash's new dog, Izzy. Cute as pie, that one. All goose poop snacks considered. I really love how Matt and Sean get along. It makes me feel squishy to know that my friends have realized what an awesome dude he is. Because he is. Sean rules. Drinks were had, relaxation was key and then a game of Mad Gab, which I've never played before. Without a doubt, one of the most difficult games ever made. Not only is it the whole "mind over matter" concept of it increasingly frustrating, but then you can't help but collapse in a fit of giggles after hearing yourself spout out these nonsense words. Ashley got "I will always love you." I imagine that the replacement for the word "love" was "loaf", because she said "I will always loaf you." Nothing has ever been that funny. It was a good time and I certainly needed that. I've missed my friends. Now that the awkwardness of loans and financial obligations is over, I can enjoy my time spent with them. I left at peace. 24 is a supreme age, I'll have you know.
Needless to say, I arrived home at the very acceptable hour of 3:00am. Sleeping in this humidity is not an easy feat for me. Sleeping in general is not an easy feat for me, but last night, with the fan on and the breeze and the lovely boy next to me, and kitty on my legs, I was out. I didn't wake up until the very unacceptable hour of 1:45pm. Shameful girl! Sean, desperate need to complete finals reports discarded, agreed to laze about with me for another hour. Then coffee and now here. Last night, Sean apologized for being rather unconcerned with my stress levels, as his are just as high. I felt really good when he said that. It's hard when we are both so stressed out and I do my best to compromise so that he can de-stress as well. In the end, he realized my efforts and that, yes, I can be stressed out too, and apologized. He makes me feel squishy. :) Real squishy.
I'm feeling motivated today. I suppose its from the guilt of being so lazy yesterday and the shame of waking up at an indecent afternoon hour, but I have the urge to do something. I was considering offering to take my mother food shopping, but I believed she's annoyed that she suspects that both her children came home inebriated last night. Though I was not, whenever I'm happy or laughing, she suspects booze to the the source of all happiness and giggles. My brother, however, was found passed out on the living room floor. Considering that he sleeps on the couch in the same room, I imagine his night was filled with more drinks than mine. I'm sure he'll hear about that later.
My mother very recently obtained a large sum of money after the tedious distribution of my grandmother's estate. My mom has suffered from low self confidence for the past year and upon receipt of this money, has done a complete turn-around. What used to be my best friend and ultimate role model is now a greedy, money-obsessed overly confident pompous woman. She ODed on confidence and now treats everyone as if they're some how inferior. It makes me alternately sad and angry. Since I've never had much to begin with, I have always despised money. I hate how careless people are with it, when I realize that they've never had to decide whether to pay rent and eat or try and keep a cat alive. When I realize that they've never had to endure the embarrassment of having to ask a relative to borrow money for an undisclosed amount of time in order to stay afloat. Granted, my mother has been generous in her attempts to render me financially stable, but there's a price that comes with it. I never thought I'd hear her start a sentence with "But I gave you...". If the words "the gift of life" came after that, I might find it more acceptable. The idea of buying ones affections is sickening to me.
Work tomorrow. Fun. My boss actually just called me to inquire about his space heater, which I had borrowed over the winter when my apartment management decided not to turn the heat on until January. I had thought I had returned it, but I guess not. I suppose I should shower and at least attempt to be partially functional today. Boooo!