Blasé
Maclean was back in town for the weekend. He's as lovely as ever, and I'm completely not feeling it. *shrug*
Friday night he went out with some friends. I met up with them for a bit after I finished work, but what with my busy week and cold sore the size of Texas I just wasn't feeling up to partying. I left around midnight. He still wanted to hang out, but promised he wouldn't be long. At 4:45am I woke up to a cold, empty bed. What the hell man?! I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't, so just after 5am I texted him and he rode his bicycle home. I don't really care if he goes out with his friends, or even if he stays out longer than me on occasion, but is it really necessary to stay out partying until 5:30 in the freaking morning?!?!?! It's not like it happens only once a year, this is a montly occurence, if not twice monthly, and I'm not ok with it.
I let it slide, mostly because I'm feeling super ambivalent towards him and us lately, but I really wish he'd leave the partying mode behind.
The next day he didn't want to get up or do anything, which wasn't surprising considering what time he'd rolled in the night before. I ran an errand and picked him up a smoothie, which I made him get up and drink just after noon. He was still lazy, but at least he didn't go out that night, even though I worked super late.
We had a wedding at the pub Saturday night, and I was both surprised and impressed at how nice they made it look, and how lovely the overall evening was. I want to get married.
I was bound and determined to do something productive on Sunday, so I convinced Maclean that organizing the garage was a good idea. We got more accomplished than I expected and I feel better about it, although there's still a fair bit of work to be done. The entire thing was just crammed full of STUFF, most of it dirty, broken, never used any more, or belonging to somebody else. We made a pile of other people's things that they need to come pick up, a pile of stuff to go in our garage sale, and neatly shelved the remainder. Seriously, that man has an astounding amount of CRAP.
When I pulled my bike out of the garage I tried to put the basket back on the front, only to discover that the attachment mechanism had been broken. The last time we rode them Mike removed my basket because we knew it would be in the way that day. So naturally I got upset with him for breaking it, to which he replied, "I didn't break it!" If he didn't, then who did? He rarely takes responsibility for things like that, always claiming to not know what happened, or more often than not he blames it on his brother or a previous roommate. Sometimes I'm sure that IS the case, but I wish he would just man up when he has made a mistake. He's got a bad habit of not really taking care of the things he owns, which drives me absolutely crazy. I've mentioned it to him, as gently as possible, but he gets super angry and screams "I DO take care of my things!!" Frustrating. So now my brand new bike has scuffed paint (also Mike's fault), and the basket no longer attaches to the front. Grrrrr. Again, I just let it slide since getting angry wasn't going to fix anything and I didn't want to fight.
A few people came to look at my car this weekend. They all agree it's in great condition, but so far it's still in my possession. It's super annoying having to organize times to show it, answer a bajillion questions, only to have the person not call again. I'd reeeeeeeeally like to sell it this week.
My desire to go out and be social has waned to almost nothing. I enjoy hanging out with my sisters, but as far as friends go, I barely have any in Calgary now anyway, and I really just can't be bothered. Early hibernation mode??
Friday night he went out with some friends. I met up with them for a bit after I finished work, but what with my busy week and cold sore the size of Texas I just wasn't feeling up to partying. I left around midnight. He still wanted to hang out, but promised he wouldn't be long. At 4:45am I woke up to a cold, empty bed. What the hell man?! I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't, so just after 5am I texted him and he rode his bicycle home. I don't really care if he goes out with his friends, or even if he stays out longer than me on occasion, but is it really necessary to stay out partying until 5:30 in the freaking morning?!?!?! It's not like it happens only once a year, this is a montly occurence, if not twice monthly, and I'm not ok with it.
I let it slide, mostly because I'm feeling super ambivalent towards him and us lately, but I really wish he'd leave the partying mode behind.
The next day he didn't want to get up or do anything, which wasn't surprising considering what time he'd rolled in the night before. I ran an errand and picked him up a smoothie, which I made him get up and drink just after noon. He was still lazy, but at least he didn't go out that night, even though I worked super late.
We had a wedding at the pub Saturday night, and I was both surprised and impressed at how nice they made it look, and how lovely the overall evening was. I want to get married.
I was bound and determined to do something productive on Sunday, so I convinced Maclean that organizing the garage was a good idea. We got more accomplished than I expected and I feel better about it, although there's still a fair bit of work to be done. The entire thing was just crammed full of STUFF, most of it dirty, broken, never used any more, or belonging to somebody else. We made a pile of other people's things that they need to come pick up, a pile of stuff to go in our garage sale, and neatly shelved the remainder. Seriously, that man has an astounding amount of CRAP.
When I pulled my bike out of the garage I tried to put the basket back on the front, only to discover that the attachment mechanism had been broken. The last time we rode them Mike removed my basket because we knew it would be in the way that day. So naturally I got upset with him for breaking it, to which he replied, "I didn't break it!" If he didn't, then who did? He rarely takes responsibility for things like that, always claiming to not know what happened, or more often than not he blames it on his brother or a previous roommate. Sometimes I'm sure that IS the case, but I wish he would just man up when he has made a mistake. He's got a bad habit of not really taking care of the things he owns, which drives me absolutely crazy. I've mentioned it to him, as gently as possible, but he gets super angry and screams "I DO take care of my things!!" Frustrating. So now my brand new bike has scuffed paint (also Mike's fault), and the basket no longer attaches to the front. Grrrrr. Again, I just let it slide since getting angry wasn't going to fix anything and I didn't want to fight.
A few people came to look at my car this weekend. They all agree it's in great condition, but so far it's still in my possession. It's super annoying having to organize times to show it, answer a bajillion questions, only to have the person not call again. I'd reeeeeeeeally like to sell it this week.
My desire to go out and be social has waned to almost nothing. I enjoy hanging out with my sisters, but as far as friends go, I barely have any in Calgary now anyway, and I really just can't be bothered. Early hibernation mode??