On grown up things, accidentally insulting one's boss, and pricey cosmetics.
So, I know that I was having a bit of a freak out about "growing up" but I'll admit that there are certain things which make me feel quite grown up which I quite approve of. These things include joining a gym, buying special anti-aging eye cream, and managing my finances so that there is money left by the next pay period.
On Thursday I went to beerball again, it had been a while. I played terribly, but still enjoyed myself. I saw Claire there, we weren't on the same team. I don't know if she hates me or not. People think she shouldn't and probably doesn't, but I've gotten no signs to indicate not hate. I've gotten very few signs to indicate hate as well, but I'm a bit of a pessimist, I guess. Brooke and I littered our conversations with sexual innuendos, most of which Dick never caught on to. He was (conveniently for him?) staring off at a distance almost every time. DJ slapped my ass twice. It could have been the "good game, teammate" slap or it could have been a "that's a hot ass" slap. I don't really know. It could be a combination as well. "That was a good game, teammate with nice ass" or "that's a nice ass, teammate." Brooke was convinced that some attractive guy visiting who knows "the homerun kid" gave me the up-and-down, but I wasn't convinced. We had a very middle-school moment in which we giggled profusely and she attempted to make me talk to him. I didn't.
I suck at socializing.
Friday was sunny. Beautifully sunny. I took a brief nap in the sun with Anna Karenina lying next to me, still unfinished. I can't really expect myself to do much of anything on a sunny evening though - it almost instantly puts me to sleep. I went with Dick and James to the Concert in the Park. We ran into Dani and Erin there and James and I discovered the "white trash" theme of the party. Once the really terrible improv crew came out onto the stage area we left and attempted to trashify ourselves.
I settled on a wife-beater, a red bra, my skinny jeans, red heels, two decades old makeup trends, and red nail polish.
While drinking PBR and eating barbecue I got a call from an unknown number. I wasn't sure who it was, but the voice seemed to come from someone young enough, and then the voice asked if I'd be going out tonight. I started talking about the white trash party and mentioned that I "even painted my nails red!" Then the voice said, "Oh, [my husband] and I are going to the viking tonight." Then I realized it was my boss and that she had worn red (though a much nicer shade) nail polish for her wedding - I had known this because I recently complimented her on her painted nails, discovering that it was her anniversary weekend and that she had worn that exact color on her wedding. I panicked immediately. I had accidentally insulted my boss, implying that her nail polish choice was trashy, not just in general, but on her wedding of all days. Fuck.
Anyway, we all went to the N. Douglas house, home of a Juneau semi-celeb, where Erin was housesitting. I started to feel a little old when I arrived, but more than feeling old I was feeling a little frumpy. For a number of reasons. First, all of the girls who were there immediately upon our arrival were 19. Second, they were all hot 19 year olds. Third, I had gone all out with the ugly makeup and teased hair - these girls looked like they belonged in a teen magazine, and not for a decade past. I got over it by drinking rum. I took loads of pictures, as did others, and I walked around and did the usual rounds. I finally admitted to someone that I had ignored Sean the entire time he was staying at our house. I skinny-dipped for the second time ever, again in a hot-tub at a really nice house, whose owners I had never met. Certain relatives of certain friends got pretty drunk and were incredibly amusing. One of them was a bit like a puppy dog, who went from hyper to really mellow. The other just got annoying because she seemed to know no bounds. I imagine a few people were a bit awkwarded out. After the drinking and nudity subsided, I found some blankets and a nice place on the floor to sleep it off. I didn't get to sleep that long, I drove us back at around 8:15 the next morning.
Saturday I did pretty much nothing. I napped. I said goodbye to Devin when he stopped by. I can't really think of much else that I may have done... I wrote a postcard which I have still yet to send. We (Dick, James, and I) watched Stigmata that night. I didn't like it as much this time as I had the previous times I had seen the movie, and yes, that does mean that I had seen the movie multiple times.
Sunday I ran some errands, including buying lip gloss, mascara, and expensive anti-aging eye cream at the clinique counter. I am really concerned that with my late nights and hard partying ways, I'll start to get ugly eye wrinkles. I have noticed here and there that there will be creases under my eyes or in my forehead after long nights partying or crinkling my forehead respectively. I don't want to be wrinkly! I also went into town and walked around enjoying the sun. I grabbed an ice-cream at Chilkat cones, which is more expensive than the Alaska fudge company, but honestly - I don't need a single scoop the size of a small child, I need one only the size of a small child's fist. Also, I was kind of imagining I might see someone I knew there, but I was wrong. While walking back toward home, I ran into one of the beerball all-stars, both for his looks and his hard hits. I waved, knowing he'd recognize me but expecting a mere head nod or wave back. I was a bit surprised to be greeted with, "Hey beerball friend!" and to have a quick exchange of "how are you"s. I headed toward home and felt the need to check out the gym. I did, and though the woman at the front desk seemed a bit dense, the facility itself was quite nice. That evening I received a call from Brooke inviting us on a camping trip, which later turned into going to her apartment and hanging out, then climbing onto a roof and watching the Perseid Meteor shower. We saw some good ones, but sleep caught up far before the peak (supposedly around 3am according to some sources). We were watching with Brooke's housemate Josh and one of his friends, Brice. Brice didn't appeal to me on first glance, but when Brooke received a phone call I decided to venture out to the smoking circle and have a cigarette in order to be social. We introduced ourselves and his response was very warm and engaging - he immediately grew on me. I was possibly a bit too shy for my own good that night, but I know that if I do see him around, or vice versa, that we'll at least stop and chat.
Today I had a pretty decent day at work. I had to deal with a very stressed out member this morning, but the rest of the day was pretty relaxed. I had a semi-awkward moment with a kind of cute but also nerdy and kind of awkward member today. He was trying to make some jokes here and there and ended up saying something, while showing me his ID, along the lines of, "of course I'm much better looking in person, don't you think?" to which I responded, perhaps a little too icily, "oh, of course" when perhaps I should have been flirting back or something? Hell if I know. After work I stopped by the gym again and I signed my life away to working out. I am pretty stoked. I think I'll try to go tomorrow after work sometime. I am going to try to do some mornings I think, but I don't know if I'll muster that kind of energy so early in the morning. I know that if I can get myself into the habit of going, I'll start getting fit again. I remember when I was going with J-Go pretty regularly that I started seeing results pretty quickly. I'm hoping that I'll get some nice encouraging results from the start, but we'll see.
Oh, I also got whitening strips. I had them in yesterday when Brooke called and I was all lispy and sounded ridiculous.
Lauren gets in tonight. I should be napping to prepare for a night of chaos, since it is our last night as a complete hardcore house. I think I shall.
On Thursday I went to beerball again, it had been a while. I played terribly, but still enjoyed myself. I saw Claire there, we weren't on the same team. I don't know if she hates me or not. People think she shouldn't and probably doesn't, but I've gotten no signs to indicate not hate. I've gotten very few signs to indicate hate as well, but I'm a bit of a pessimist, I guess. Brooke and I littered our conversations with sexual innuendos, most of which Dick never caught on to. He was (conveniently for him?) staring off at a distance almost every time. DJ slapped my ass twice. It could have been the "good game, teammate" slap or it could have been a "that's a hot ass" slap. I don't really know. It could be a combination as well. "That was a good game, teammate with nice ass" or "that's a nice ass, teammate." Brooke was convinced that some attractive guy visiting who knows "the homerun kid" gave me the up-and-down, but I wasn't convinced. We had a very middle-school moment in which we giggled profusely and she attempted to make me talk to him. I didn't.
I suck at socializing.
Friday was sunny. Beautifully sunny. I took a brief nap in the sun with Anna Karenina lying next to me, still unfinished. I can't really expect myself to do much of anything on a sunny evening though - it almost instantly puts me to sleep. I went with Dick and James to the Concert in the Park. We ran into Dani and Erin there and James and I discovered the "white trash" theme of the party. Once the really terrible improv crew came out onto the stage area we left and attempted to trashify ourselves.
I settled on a wife-beater, a red bra, my skinny jeans, red heels, two decades old makeup trends, and red nail polish.
While drinking PBR and eating barbecue I got a call from an unknown number. I wasn't sure who it was, but the voice seemed to come from someone young enough, and then the voice asked if I'd be going out tonight. I started talking about the white trash party and mentioned that I "even painted my nails red!" Then the voice said, "Oh, [my husband] and I are going to the viking tonight." Then I realized it was my boss and that she had worn red (though a much nicer shade) nail polish for her wedding - I had known this because I recently complimented her on her painted nails, discovering that it was her anniversary weekend and that she had worn that exact color on her wedding. I panicked immediately. I had accidentally insulted my boss, implying that her nail polish choice was trashy, not just in general, but on her wedding of all days. Fuck.
Anyway, we all went to the N. Douglas house, home of a Juneau semi-celeb, where Erin was housesitting. I started to feel a little old when I arrived, but more than feeling old I was feeling a little frumpy. For a number of reasons. First, all of the girls who were there immediately upon our arrival were 19. Second, they were all hot 19 year olds. Third, I had gone all out with the ugly makeup and teased hair - these girls looked like they belonged in a teen magazine, and not for a decade past. I got over it by drinking rum. I took loads of pictures, as did others, and I walked around and did the usual rounds. I finally admitted to someone that I had ignored Sean the entire time he was staying at our house. I skinny-dipped for the second time ever, again in a hot-tub at a really nice house, whose owners I had never met. Certain relatives of certain friends got pretty drunk and were incredibly amusing. One of them was a bit like a puppy dog, who went from hyper to really mellow. The other just got annoying because she seemed to know no bounds. I imagine a few people were a bit awkwarded out. After the drinking and nudity subsided, I found some blankets and a nice place on the floor to sleep it off. I didn't get to sleep that long, I drove us back at around 8:15 the next morning.
Saturday I did pretty much nothing. I napped. I said goodbye to Devin when he stopped by. I can't really think of much else that I may have done... I wrote a postcard which I have still yet to send. We (Dick, James, and I) watched Stigmata that night. I didn't like it as much this time as I had the previous times I had seen the movie, and yes, that does mean that I had seen the movie multiple times.
Sunday I ran some errands, including buying lip gloss, mascara, and expensive anti-aging eye cream at the clinique counter. I am really concerned that with my late nights and hard partying ways, I'll start to get ugly eye wrinkles. I have noticed here and there that there will be creases under my eyes or in my forehead after long nights partying or crinkling my forehead respectively. I don't want to be wrinkly! I also went into town and walked around enjoying the sun. I grabbed an ice-cream at Chilkat cones, which is more expensive than the Alaska fudge company, but honestly - I don't need a single scoop the size of a small child, I need one only the size of a small child's fist. Also, I was kind of imagining I might see someone I knew there, but I was wrong. While walking back toward home, I ran into one of the beerball all-stars, both for his looks and his hard hits. I waved, knowing he'd recognize me but expecting a mere head nod or wave back. I was a bit surprised to be greeted with, "Hey beerball friend!" and to have a quick exchange of "how are you"s. I headed toward home and felt the need to check out the gym. I did, and though the woman at the front desk seemed a bit dense, the facility itself was quite nice. That evening I received a call from Brooke inviting us on a camping trip, which later turned into going to her apartment and hanging out, then climbing onto a roof and watching the Perseid Meteor shower. We saw some good ones, but sleep caught up far before the peak (supposedly around 3am according to some sources). We were watching with Brooke's housemate Josh and one of his friends, Brice. Brice didn't appeal to me on first glance, but when Brooke received a phone call I decided to venture out to the smoking circle and have a cigarette in order to be social. We introduced ourselves and his response was very warm and engaging - he immediately grew on me. I was possibly a bit too shy for my own good that night, but I know that if I do see him around, or vice versa, that we'll at least stop and chat.
Today I had a pretty decent day at work. I had to deal with a very stressed out member this morning, but the rest of the day was pretty relaxed. I had a semi-awkward moment with a kind of cute but also nerdy and kind of awkward member today. He was trying to make some jokes here and there and ended up saying something, while showing me his ID, along the lines of, "of course I'm much better looking in person, don't you think?" to which I responded, perhaps a little too icily, "oh, of course" when perhaps I should have been flirting back or something? Hell if I know. After work I stopped by the gym again and I signed my life away to working out. I am pretty stoked. I think I'll try to go tomorrow after work sometime. I am going to try to do some mornings I think, but I don't know if I'll muster that kind of energy so early in the morning. I know that if I can get myself into the habit of going, I'll start getting fit again. I remember when I was going with J-Go pretty regularly that I started seeing results pretty quickly. I'm hoping that I'll get some nice encouraging results from the start, but we'll see.
Oh, I also got whitening strips. I had them in yesterday when Brooke called and I was all lispy and sounded ridiculous.
Lauren gets in tonight. I should be napping to prepare for a night of chaos, since it is our last night as a complete hardcore house. I think I shall.