So I'll hide my head in this paper bag, because if I can't see you, then you can't see me.
So I'm back. And really. fucking. TAN. And by tan I mean I look half black. (Or at least mexican.) It's kind of really funny how tan I got because of how pasty I was before I left. Like ghost, milk, almost-see-through-me white.
Ah, well, at least I know that those Italian genes are still in there and doing their job (e.g. also see love of pasta).
The Keys were fun and gorgeous, except for when it rained. Which, unfortunately was about two-fifths of the time (not one-third, thankyouverymuch).
I saw dolphins no less than five times. Which made me squeal like a little girl on the inside (And outside... darn.) Went scuba diving almost every day, and snorkeling EVERY DAY. Which is partly why I'm so tan.
Other than the fun time of vacationing, I did have to deal with four bitches who were so fucking negative all the time that it ruined a good portion of my inside times. Seriously, hating everyone without reason and guffawing about incessantly like fucking donkeys is not attractive in any way, shape, or form. See, snark is funny. I enjoy it. Getting on people's cases who deserve it can be a good time, in moderation. But being cruel to people (behind their backs, no less!) is just ignorant and pathetic.
Ah well, c'est la vie.
Other than vacation bliss, I've been having some almost-trouble with a guy friend of mine. I know, I know, I'm all into this other guy, and yet here I go again, getting into trouble with ANOTHER one of my friends. *headdesk*
Basically, we've been sort-of fooling around (none of the sex, but definitely crossing the line of what friends do), which is a really, really stupid idea, and we both know it. And I tell myself every time that he leaves that it can't happen again, and I'm resolute all the way through up until I see him again. Because then it just goes *poof* and we end up having a great time and doing all this stupid shit over again. So.... me = idiot.
It's complicated by the fact that I know we don't have any real feelings for each other, as in no way are we ever going to have a real relationship because neither of us want one with each other, but there we are, doing non-friend things again. I think he expects me to take the friends-with-benefits bullshit because we're close and we tell each other everything and we have some great chemistry, but... it's not what I want (who really wants that??).
Oh well, I'll deal with eventually. Until then, I guess I can enjoy his company and try to control myself. (HAHAHAHA. I shouldn't laugh, but it's kind of funny.)
So, what's up with all you crazies? Don't tell me "nothing" because I have it on good authority that the world did not cease to exist in crazy internet land while I was MIA.
Pretty good authority.
Oh... and to any of you that care: For some reason, I just realized (okay... not JUST, but pretty recently) how fucking awesome House, M.D. is.
Am I the slowest TV junkie ever, or what?
Also: Pirates of the Caribbean 2 pissed me the fuck off. So many things made me angry! Elizabeth, suddenly into Jack? WHAT?? Jack, suddenly into Elizabeth? WHAT?? That shitty ending? FUCKING WHAT??
Argggg. I can't forgive those Disney bastards, but I will forgive Johnny. And poor Orlando because, dude, having Johnny steal scenes AND your love interest must just blow.
At least Barbossa is back. That dude is the most badass pirate ever.
Also: History of Violence = weird. I saw it with above-mentioned guy-friend and hmm... I think it was Viggo's face plant into his character's wife's vagina that initially freaked me out, and then it later escalated when he shot that dude's jaw off. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it all. Maybe after the *eye twitches* wear off, I can give a clearer opinion.
I swear, swear, swear that I will get to watch The Princess Bride sometime tomorrow. I've been trying to do it for days, to no avail. PREPARE TO DIE!
The Final Word: Bought tickets for The Format concert today for Friday. I was SUPPOSED to go with best friend Sky, but bitch is going to Vancouver the next morning and had to back out. So now I'm going with guy-friend and it's weird. He doesn't even know them, but volunteered to go when I moaned and groaned about her not going. Sweet, but shit-- it just gives me another chance to do something fucking stupid.
*headdesk*
~Kat
p.s. I forgot. I MISSED YOU GUYS. LOTS.
I'm not even joking
Ah, well, at least I know that those Italian genes are still in there and doing their job (e.g. also see love of pasta).
The Keys were fun and gorgeous, except for when it rained. Which, unfortunately was about two-fifths of the time (not one-third, thankyouverymuch).
I saw dolphins no less than five times. Which made me squeal like a little girl on the inside (And outside... darn.) Went scuba diving almost every day, and snorkeling EVERY DAY. Which is partly why I'm so tan.
Other than the fun time of vacationing, I did have to deal with four bitches who were so fucking negative all the time that it ruined a good portion of my inside times. Seriously, hating everyone without reason and guffawing about incessantly like fucking donkeys is not attractive in any way, shape, or form. See, snark is funny. I enjoy it. Getting on people's cases who deserve it can be a good time, in moderation. But being cruel to people (behind their backs, no less!) is just ignorant and pathetic.
Ah well, c'est la vie.
Other than vacation bliss, I've been having some almost-trouble with a guy friend of mine. I know, I know, I'm all into this other guy, and yet here I go again, getting into trouble with ANOTHER one of my friends. *headdesk*
Basically, we've been sort-of fooling around (none of the sex, but definitely crossing the line of what friends do), which is a really, really stupid idea, and we both know it. And I tell myself every time that he leaves that it can't happen again, and I'm resolute all the way through up until I see him again. Because then it just goes *poof* and we end up having a great time and doing all this stupid shit over again. So.... me = idiot.
It's complicated by the fact that I know we don't have any real feelings for each other, as in no way are we ever going to have a real relationship because neither of us want one with each other, but there we are, doing non-friend things again. I think he expects me to take the friends-with-benefits bullshit because we're close and we tell each other everything and we have some great chemistry, but... it's not what I want (who really wants that??).
Oh well, I'll deal with eventually. Until then, I guess I can enjoy his company and try to control myself. (HAHAHAHA. I shouldn't laugh, but it's kind of funny.)
So, what's up with all you crazies? Don't tell me "nothing" because I have it on good authority that the world did not cease to exist in crazy internet land while I was MIA.
Pretty good authority.
Oh... and to any of you that care: For some reason, I just realized (okay... not JUST, but pretty recently) how fucking awesome House, M.D. is.
Am I the slowest TV junkie ever, or what?
Also: Pirates of the Caribbean 2 pissed me the fuck off. So many things made me angry! Elizabeth, suddenly into Jack? WHAT?? Jack, suddenly into Elizabeth? WHAT?? That shitty ending? FUCKING WHAT??
Argggg. I can't forgive those Disney bastards, but I will forgive Johnny. And poor Orlando because, dude, having Johnny steal scenes AND your love interest must just blow.
At least Barbossa is back. That dude is the most badass pirate ever.
Also: History of Violence = weird. I saw it with above-mentioned guy-friend and hmm... I think it was Viggo's face plant into his character's wife's vagina that initially freaked me out, and then it later escalated when he shot that dude's jaw off. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it all. Maybe after the *eye twitches* wear off, I can give a clearer opinion.
I swear, swear, swear that I will get to watch The Princess Bride sometime tomorrow. I've been trying to do it for days, to no avail. PREPARE TO DIE!
The Final Word: Bought tickets for The Format concert today for Friday. I was SUPPOSED to go with best friend Sky, but bitch is going to Vancouver the next morning and had to back out. So now I'm going with guy-friend and it's weird. He doesn't even know them, but volunteered to go when I moaned and groaned about her not going. Sweet, but shit-- it just gives me another chance to do something fucking stupid.
*headdesk*
~Kat
p.s. I forgot. I MISSED YOU GUYS. LOTS.
I'm not even joking