not listening when you say...
Saturday morning I went for a run before work. I had forced myself to get out of bed earlier than normal, threw on my running shoes, shoved my headphones in my ears, and put my ipod on shuffle. "Semi-Charmed Life" started playing the second I stepped out onto the front porch and closed the door... I love when the perfect song comes on at the perfect time.
That happened the other day in Cloverdale a couple weeks ago, after giving a hug that lasted a little too long and saying some things that I probably shouldn't have said. I sat in my car for a few seconds in his driveway before I reached for the ignition. That same song was playing as I took one last look in my rearview mirror and turned the corner up the hill towards Chico. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I turned the radio up and accelerated a little too much as I got on the freeway.
It's a song. That's all. But I've lost to that song, laughed to that song, cried to that song. And I always seem to find it ironic every time I hear it again.
The first person you really, truly loved always seems to fuck things up.
Last night I went out to dinner/drinks with two of my coworkers and some of their friends. It was Colleen's birthday and it took me awhile to realize that I was definitely one of the only women there who wasn't engaged, married, pregnant, or a mother. In other words, everyone was either 26 or older with huge rocks on their fingers (one of the girls had just gotten engaged on Thursday) and talked about their boyfriends/fiances/husbands/children nonstop.
In other words, I ended up drinking a lot that night.
It ended up being fun though. We went to a few different bars in downtown Santa Rosa, which was fun because I hadn't been to any bars in SR yet. We ended up going to The Belvedere at one point and I remember sitting down for awhile on a bench with my coworker Angela, which was right next to a pool table. These two guys were playing pool, and one of them was the best pool player I have ever seen in my life. I was greatly amused/in awe at the time, and I must have been staring because all of the sudden Angela leans over and says, "You're hot for his pool playing skill, aren't you?" At which point I laughed, nodded, and took another sip of my Great White. Seriously though, this guy was amazing. I'm pretty sure one of the games involved him breaking and then sinking every ball after that until he missed the 8 ball, at which point it was finally the other guy's turn.
While I was sitting on the bench I happened to yawn - it was late and I was tipsy, etc. Awesome pool player guy stuck his pool stick straight out at me and said, "Hey! None of that!" I must have started to turn red because he smiled and added "And no blushing, either!", which probably just made me blush more, which amused him. It wasn't long after that that we ended up leaving, but I'm still amazed by that guy. Just a little.
I ended up crashing for the night at Angela's house in one of the comfiest beds ever and waking up not feeling like shit, which was nice.
When I got home I went through a bunch of old boxes with stuff from when I was in elementary school. We threw a lot of stuff out, which kind of made me sad... but at the same time, we can't keep everything. The boxes were starting to take over all of the shelves in the garage.
Today my mom seriously asked me if I thought I was ever going to have kids. We were going through old toys and stuff and she told me that I could break out some of these boxes someday and put them to use. I didn't really know what to say to her. I'm starting to think that it's weird to want to have kids someday - to plan on it I guess - comparing it to saving for a vacation or a car. Not that I would want to get pregnant on accident. I guess I just don't want to be thinking about something right now that I would probably end up doing in my 30's. If I even did. Though I guess it's no different than planning not to have kids. So whatever. I'm indifferent I guess. Yay for overpopulation.
I really wish that I could afford to drive to Chico right now - both Quenby and Michelle are gone for a few days, which sucks. I don't get paid until Wednesday, which is extremely fortunate since I'm going to visit Rob in San Diego on Saturday and need to pay him back for my plane ticket. Michelle's coming with me this time, which is awesome. We're going to Disneyland for dirt cheap since Rob has some weird pass thing... I'm pretty sure the last time I went I was in 4th grade. In other words, I don't remember it all that well. So it should be fun.
Still love work. Saturday was super slow, and at one point Doug was leaning on the front desk, eating a peppermint patty while rolling the foil wrapper into a ball. He acted like he was going to throw it at my head and I said "Do it, Doug. I freaking dare you." He waited a few seconds and then I felt the little foil ball bounce off of the top of my head. I must have had a really shocked look on my face because he found it incredibly amusing. He asked where the foil ball had gone and I said that I didn't know, but that I was going to pick it up. He made a huge deal about the fact that he needed to be the one to pick it up because he felt bad, which made me scramble to try to pick it up even faster. Doug ran around to my sideof the desk and got down to try to find it before I did - I was sitting in my chair and he grabbed my foot and pushed so that I rolled away, giving him time to find it. We were both giggling like little school girls and suddenly raised his hand above his head to show that he had found that damn foil ball - which he then threw at Vangie's head. My boss is 10 years old.
I really need to clean my room. And do laundry.
I hate how I always seem to write things that I "need to do" at the end of every entry. It's my way of acknowledging that I need to do things without actually doing them.
I really need to stop doing that.
That happened the other day in Cloverdale a couple weeks ago, after giving a hug that lasted a little too long and saying some things that I probably shouldn't have said. I sat in my car for a few seconds in his driveway before I reached for the ignition. That same song was playing as I took one last look in my rearview mirror and turned the corner up the hill towards Chico. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I turned the radio up and accelerated a little too much as I got on the freeway.
It's a song. That's all. But I've lost to that song, laughed to that song, cried to that song. And I always seem to find it ironic every time I hear it again.
The first person you really, truly loved always seems to fuck things up.
Last night I went out to dinner/drinks with two of my coworkers and some of their friends. It was Colleen's birthday and it took me awhile to realize that I was definitely one of the only women there who wasn't engaged, married, pregnant, or a mother. In other words, everyone was either 26 or older with huge rocks on their fingers (one of the girls had just gotten engaged on Thursday) and talked about their boyfriends/fiances/husbands/children nonstop.
In other words, I ended up drinking a lot that night.
It ended up being fun though. We went to a few different bars in downtown Santa Rosa, which was fun because I hadn't been to any bars in SR yet. We ended up going to The Belvedere at one point and I remember sitting down for awhile on a bench with my coworker Angela, which was right next to a pool table. These two guys were playing pool, and one of them was the best pool player I have ever seen in my life. I was greatly amused/in awe at the time, and I must have been staring because all of the sudden Angela leans over and says, "You're hot for his pool playing skill, aren't you?" At which point I laughed, nodded, and took another sip of my Great White. Seriously though, this guy was amazing. I'm pretty sure one of the games involved him breaking and then sinking every ball after that until he missed the 8 ball, at which point it was finally the other guy's turn.
While I was sitting on the bench I happened to yawn - it was late and I was tipsy, etc. Awesome pool player guy stuck his pool stick straight out at me and said, "Hey! None of that!" I must have started to turn red because he smiled and added "And no blushing, either!", which probably just made me blush more, which amused him. It wasn't long after that that we ended up leaving, but I'm still amazed by that guy. Just a little.
I ended up crashing for the night at Angela's house in one of the comfiest beds ever and waking up not feeling like shit, which was nice.
When I got home I went through a bunch of old boxes with stuff from when I was in elementary school. We threw a lot of stuff out, which kind of made me sad... but at the same time, we can't keep everything. The boxes were starting to take over all of the shelves in the garage.
Today my mom seriously asked me if I thought I was ever going to have kids. We were going through old toys and stuff and she told me that I could break out some of these boxes someday and put them to use. I didn't really know what to say to her. I'm starting to think that it's weird to want to have kids someday - to plan on it I guess - comparing it to saving for a vacation or a car. Not that I would want to get pregnant on accident. I guess I just don't want to be thinking about something right now that I would probably end up doing in my 30's. If I even did. Though I guess it's no different than planning not to have kids. So whatever. I'm indifferent I guess. Yay for overpopulation.
I really wish that I could afford to drive to Chico right now - both Quenby and Michelle are gone for a few days, which sucks. I don't get paid until Wednesday, which is extremely fortunate since I'm going to visit Rob in San Diego on Saturday and need to pay him back for my plane ticket. Michelle's coming with me this time, which is awesome. We're going to Disneyland for dirt cheap since Rob has some weird pass thing... I'm pretty sure the last time I went I was in 4th grade. In other words, I don't remember it all that well. So it should be fun.
Still love work. Saturday was super slow, and at one point Doug was leaning on the front desk, eating a peppermint patty while rolling the foil wrapper into a ball. He acted like he was going to throw it at my head and I said "Do it, Doug. I freaking dare you." He waited a few seconds and then I felt the little foil ball bounce off of the top of my head. I must have had a really shocked look on my face because he found it incredibly amusing. He asked where the foil ball had gone and I said that I didn't know, but that I was going to pick it up. He made a huge deal about the fact that he needed to be the one to pick it up because he felt bad, which made me scramble to try to pick it up even faster. Doug ran around to my sideof the desk and got down to try to find it before I did - I was sitting in my chair and he grabbed my foot and pushed so that I rolled away, giving him time to find it. We were both giggling like little school girls and suddenly raised his hand above his head to show that he had found that damn foil ball - which he then threw at Vangie's head. My boss is 10 years old.
I really need to clean my room. And do laundry.
I hate how I always seem to write things that I "need to do" at the end of every entry. It's my way of acknowledging that I need to do things without actually doing them.
I really need to stop doing that.