That don't coincide
Easy like Sunday morning, or the last five minutes of it. Another gray sky morning. I could use some sunshine right about now, to energize me if nothing else. We're all up, Vinny just left with his stuff, Lauren just headed for work and Amanda will be leaving for the train station any time now. Im gonna have my place to myself until after dinner time tonight. Its going to be phenomenal. Sounds like a good day for laundry, cleaning and tons of studying that needs to be done.
As usual, it was a very interesting weekend. Seems to be the theme lately. Friday Vinny showed up. We ran over to West Village to make Chocolate covered strawberries for later that night. Back here, we ate dinner on the T on the way to Neils a capella show at BU. Shows up halfway through. Neil looks soo much like his mom. This all girl group sang "Whos Bed Have Your Boots Been Under". We downloaded it later on, sang it oursevles. Back here we decided we didnt like the toga theme the 'mos had put together for the party tonight. We also figured that five people was enough to start our own theme. We went cowboy for the night, all clad in plaid. We were cute.
Got to the party as people were gettin there. Played some Truth or Dare Jenga with the guys? "Whos the biggest flirt at the table?", "Whats your favorite battery operated toy?", "Sit on the lap of the person to your right until your next turn." Paid a fraction of the cover for one of Bretts creations. Im not even sure what we gave me to drink but I killed it in 15 mins. Apparently not a good idea. I was pretty good for the rest of the night, if thats how youd put it. Oye. Made a few phone calls at some point. Yelled at several people not to laugh at me. Met some new people that I now dont remember. I do remember talking to Vance at some point, I dont think I did before Fri night. Eventually it was time to book it to West Village.
Somehow we got there and went upstairs. It was mobbed, tons of people I dont know. Lots of them. Was fed some chocolate covered strawberries I, annoyingly, couldnt taste. Slid off Seths bed that I was sitting on several times. Talked to PJ, met Dave. Rahul and I comandeered the bathroom to have a talk, we wouldnt let anyone in apparently. Brett called to say not to come back to Willis because the party got busted up by the RA, CR and NUPD. He said he got Liz and various others out okay. Kene called shortly after from a party on Mission Hill horribly worried about Brett. Freaked Lauren and I out but everything was okay. Eventually got back to Speare. Apparently saw a bunch of the upstairs guys along the way. Vinny and I tried to go to bed, didnt get much sleep though. Lauren and Amanda rolled in at some time and fell asleep as well.
Got out of bed at like 2 yesterday. Got everyone moving after way too long and went shopping. Prude, Copley, Lechmere. Veronica joined us, as well as Allis engineering boys. Everyone was in a bitchy mood and ended up growling at each other all day. I took the opportunity to head back to school, dropping Veronica off at Haymarket and Vinny at Boylston. Dinnered with Liz and Brett. Went over to Davenport which was the usual drama. Then over to West Vill again but I wasnt much in the mood. It was a smaller crowd. PJ and I headed out early, chilled a bit. The girls came back later on, we all changed the clocks, robbing ourselves of an hour of sleep, before actually starting to sleep.
Now its Sunday, I survived the weekend, kind of. I have a ton of work to do now. At least Ill have a quiet environment in which to do it. Sometimes I think I just need some alone time to recooperate from the mob Im used to. It must be nice to have a single like Brett. Theres absolutely nowhere to go around here to be alone.
I was thinking about the "Your call has been rejected" button and message on a cell phone Brett and I were talking about the other day. I dont think its really needed. When voicemail kicks in after 1.5 rings you can tell someone isnt paricularly interested in talking to you. I think rather than telling you your call was rejected it should just shock you, like a dog collar. Itll sting just the same as the rejected message. Plus, itd be hilarious to see people twitching holding their phones.
I guess Im the same way sometimes though. Mixed messages, mixed signals. I dont think its on purpose, sometimes its just because I dont know what I want. One day Im here, one day Im gone. Anyone brave enough to try to understand me impresses me to no end. It requires quite a resilience sometimes. There are only a few people that Im very simple about, and even they dont get it. What do I want now? Simplicity. No more drama in my life. Of course that will never happen.
Ive discovered a big downfall I have is being to harsh when trying to get a message across. I guess I act really awful about some things to try to drive people away sometimes. Many times I convince myself that the best place for you is not with/near me because I dont trust myself not to hurt you. Of course, I guess you can make that determination for yourself, cant you? Youre all 20-something years old. You should be able to figure it out by now. Maybe its my way of protecting you, or perhaps its just me putting a wall up between my fears and the outside world. Keep them in by keeping you away. Im not too sure, but I know its one of the biggest mistakes Ive made, and Ive made it more than once. I stopped it this time, I hope Im learning from past experience.
Well this is too long already, and I have too much to think about to ever get down simply here, especially that last one. Its a killer. I hate admitting when Im wrong. Overall, it was a decent weekend. I got to see VINNY which was awesome! I miss him so much. Now for laundry. I think Ill watch Patch Adams while I run up and down the stairs, and maybe have some Basic 4. I can do whatever I want, I have the place to myself! Sweet deal. Well, heres hoping for some sunshine all.
*Oh I cant take another heartache. Though you say youre my friend, Im at my wits end. You say your love is bonafide but that dont coincide with the things that you do when I ask you to be nice. Well I do my best to understand you, but you still mystify, and I wanna know why. I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down again and again. When I ask you to explain you say you gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure. Cruel to be kind, Its a very good sign. Cruel to be kind means that I love you. Baby, youve gotta be cruel to be kind.*
Lesson(s) of the Day:
-You *dont* have to be cruel to be kind.
-One of Bretts drinks will do me for the night.
-Chocolate covered strawberries are awesome.
-The center of all of North America is Rugby, North Dakota.
-Some things in this world, they dont make sense.
-Everyone gets bitchy, especially right about now.
-Admitting faults is the first step in solving them.
-People can make their own decisions.
-I'm waay to paranoid.
-Seeing friends from home is awesome.
As usual, it was a very interesting weekend. Seems to be the theme lately. Friday Vinny showed up. We ran over to West Village to make Chocolate covered strawberries for later that night. Back here, we ate dinner on the T on the way to Neils a capella show at BU. Shows up halfway through. Neil looks soo much like his mom. This all girl group sang "Whos Bed Have Your Boots Been Under". We downloaded it later on, sang it oursevles. Back here we decided we didnt like the toga theme the 'mos had put together for the party tonight. We also figured that five people was enough to start our own theme. We went cowboy for the night, all clad in plaid. We were cute.
Got to the party as people were gettin there. Played some Truth or Dare Jenga with the guys? "Whos the biggest flirt at the table?", "Whats your favorite battery operated toy?", "Sit on the lap of the person to your right until your next turn." Paid a fraction of the cover for one of Bretts creations. Im not even sure what we gave me to drink but I killed it in 15 mins. Apparently not a good idea. I was pretty good for the rest of the night, if thats how youd put it. Oye. Made a few phone calls at some point. Yelled at several people not to laugh at me. Met some new people that I now dont remember. I do remember talking to Vance at some point, I dont think I did before Fri night. Eventually it was time to book it to West Village.
Somehow we got there and went upstairs. It was mobbed, tons of people I dont know. Lots of them. Was fed some chocolate covered strawberries I, annoyingly, couldnt taste. Slid off Seths bed that I was sitting on several times. Talked to PJ, met Dave. Rahul and I comandeered the bathroom to have a talk, we wouldnt let anyone in apparently. Brett called to say not to come back to Willis because the party got busted up by the RA, CR and NUPD. He said he got Liz and various others out okay. Kene called shortly after from a party on Mission Hill horribly worried about Brett. Freaked Lauren and I out but everything was okay. Eventually got back to Speare. Apparently saw a bunch of the upstairs guys along the way. Vinny and I tried to go to bed, didnt get much sleep though. Lauren and Amanda rolled in at some time and fell asleep as well.
Got out of bed at like 2 yesterday. Got everyone moving after way too long and went shopping. Prude, Copley, Lechmere. Veronica joined us, as well as Allis engineering boys. Everyone was in a bitchy mood and ended up growling at each other all day. I took the opportunity to head back to school, dropping Veronica off at Haymarket and Vinny at Boylston. Dinnered with Liz and Brett. Went over to Davenport which was the usual drama. Then over to West Vill again but I wasnt much in the mood. It was a smaller crowd. PJ and I headed out early, chilled a bit. The girls came back later on, we all changed the clocks, robbing ourselves of an hour of sleep, before actually starting to sleep.
Now its Sunday, I survived the weekend, kind of. I have a ton of work to do now. At least Ill have a quiet environment in which to do it. Sometimes I think I just need some alone time to recooperate from the mob Im used to. It must be nice to have a single like Brett. Theres absolutely nowhere to go around here to be alone.
I was thinking about the "Your call has been rejected" button and message on a cell phone Brett and I were talking about the other day. I dont think its really needed. When voicemail kicks in after 1.5 rings you can tell someone isnt paricularly interested in talking to you. I think rather than telling you your call was rejected it should just shock you, like a dog collar. Itll sting just the same as the rejected message. Plus, itd be hilarious to see people twitching holding their phones.
I guess Im the same way sometimes though. Mixed messages, mixed signals. I dont think its on purpose, sometimes its just because I dont know what I want. One day Im here, one day Im gone. Anyone brave enough to try to understand me impresses me to no end. It requires quite a resilience sometimes. There are only a few people that Im very simple about, and even they dont get it. What do I want now? Simplicity. No more drama in my life. Of course that will never happen.
Ive discovered a big downfall I have is being to harsh when trying to get a message across. I guess I act really awful about some things to try to drive people away sometimes. Many times I convince myself that the best place for you is not with/near me because I dont trust myself not to hurt you. Of course, I guess you can make that determination for yourself, cant you? Youre all 20-something years old. You should be able to figure it out by now. Maybe its my way of protecting you, or perhaps its just me putting a wall up between my fears and the outside world. Keep them in by keeping you away. Im not too sure, but I know its one of the biggest mistakes Ive made, and Ive made it more than once. I stopped it this time, I hope Im learning from past experience.
Well this is too long already, and I have too much to think about to ever get down simply here, especially that last one. Its a killer. I hate admitting when Im wrong. Overall, it was a decent weekend. I got to see VINNY which was awesome! I miss him so much. Now for laundry. I think Ill watch Patch Adams while I run up and down the stairs, and maybe have some Basic 4. I can do whatever I want, I have the place to myself! Sweet deal. Well, heres hoping for some sunshine all.
*Oh I cant take another heartache. Though you say youre my friend, Im at my wits end. You say your love is bonafide but that dont coincide with the things that you do when I ask you to be nice. Well I do my best to understand you, but you still mystify, and I wanna know why. I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down again and again. When I ask you to explain you say you gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure. Cruel to be kind, Its a very good sign. Cruel to be kind means that I love you. Baby, youve gotta be cruel to be kind.*
Lesson(s) of the Day:
-You *dont* have to be cruel to be kind.
-One of Bretts drinks will do me for the night.
-Chocolate covered strawberries are awesome.
-The center of all of North America is Rugby, North Dakota.
-Some things in this world, they dont make sense.
-Everyone gets bitchy, especially right about now.
-Admitting faults is the first step in solving them.
-People can make their own decisions.
-I'm waay to paranoid.
-Seeing friends from home is awesome.