"Car crash! by funk." + MY INTERNET IS DEAD!
The internet connection at my house has been acting up. It mysteriously went away on Saturday night, stayed out all of Sunday, and just as mysteriously came back on Monday morning. Now, it appears to be gone again. I am posting this from work.
I hope I'll have internet again when I get home, but if not, posting/replying to other people's postings by me may be spotty for a while. Now, I'm behind on everything interweb-related.
I had a minor car crash on Saturday night. Nobody was hurt, but my car's gonna need some body work. Perhaps I should start at the beginning...
Rod, JG, and I made plans to go to Columbus to see Hot Fuzz because the theater in Chillicothe does not get awesome movies. We took two cars - mine and Rod's - because the guys were going to a party later that night and I wasn't.
We went to the shopping center on OSU's campus that has an AMC movie theater and a Barnes and Noble. We spent about an hour in the bookstore. I ended up buying the sixteenth volume of Fruits Basket, the first volume of All-Star Superman, and Batman: Snow, as well as The Road by Cormack McCarthy. I've been wanting to read it for a while, and then it won the Pulitzer and went on sale. Unfortunately, I can't get the stupid "Oprah's Book Club" sticker off of the front cover. I am not an Oprah Zombie, dammit! JG and Rod spent a lot of time in the "New Age" section, flipping through books on the occult, looking for a symbol for their band 0_o
We had a snack at Cup O' Joe and watched the lightning illuminate the cloudy sunset. But then we had to run into the theater before it started pouring down rain. Unfortunately, we were half an hour early, so we sat on a bench and ate pretzel bites while we waited for our movie.
At one point, Rod was staring off in to space while Jeeg was staring at his own fingers while he moved them in a hypnotizing fashion. I was watching them. "Having fun?" I asked JG.
"Yes. In my head," replied Rod at the same time JG said "Yes." Jeeg and I started laughing and had to explain the joke to Rod.
"Hanging out with us must be like having two retarded brothers," said JG. Sometimes it is, I suppose, but they are lovable retarded brothers ^_^
Hot Fuzz was as great as I was hoping it would be. It was very British movie for the first two-thirds, before launching in to a spot-on parody of American action films. I didn't get some of the in-jokes because I haven't seen, say, Bad Boys II, but I know enough about the genre to have found it funny. The three of us laughed a lot and made the "Rock on!" sign in the air. You know, the thing that people represent like this: \m/ online.
After the movie, I hugged Rod and JG good-bye in the parking lot and then they went on their way. "Drive safe!" JG called over his shoulder.
"Don't worry! I always do!" I replied. 30 minutes later, I was in the parking lot of a gas station on South High Street, apologizing for rear-ending some people. Fortunately, their car was unscathed and, as I said earlier, nobody was hurt. The two guys I hit looked to be about high school age and actually seemed thrilled to have been hit by a slightly older attractive (so I've heard) woman. Normally, that kind of response would annoy me, but if it meant that they would be nice about me hitting their car, so be it. They didn't even want my insurance information when I offered it to them.
Anyway, the hood of my car is pretty banged up. I'm taking to a body shop tomorrow to get an estimate. I'm hoping that it won't be too expensive because I don't want to have to report it to my insurance company.
The reason that I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been while driving is ex-boyfriend Jake. Again. JG was riding with me on the way to Columbus and he told me about a blog post Jake had made fairly recently about how I'm a psycho-bitch who treated him like shit. Now, I suppose I might be the least self-aware person in the world and that that is true, but I really don't think I ever did anything to deserve that kind of criticism.
I don't understand why he's doing this now. We broke up over seven months ago and we haven't seen each other since. I broke off all contact with him because, honestly, I was pretty scared. The last time we had sex was violent. I had initiated it because I felt sorry for him (don't do the pity sex thing, people) and then by the time he started hurting me, I couldn't stop him. I've been trying to get over it in therapy, but it hasn't been entirely successful:
Me: I want to drive up to Columbus and punch him in the face!
Therapist: And do you understand why that's a bad idea?
Me: Because I could be arrested.
Therapist: Um, yes. That's one reason...
I had to change my cell number to get him to stop calling me and I went over to my friend Carly's house while my mom was at work because I was afraid he would show up. Hearing that he was writing such horrible things about me somewhere where my friends could see it was a pretty awful realization. Even worse, some of my friends had read it, but they hadn't told me. I felt like they were keeping some horrible secret behind my back.
Anyway, I was alone on the way home and I started thinking about it again. I was distracted and had the car crash. And I feel like I've lost ground in the whole recovering from the relationship thing. Blargh.
I want my internet baaack!
I hope I'll have internet again when I get home, but if not, posting/replying to other people's postings by me may be spotty for a while. Now, I'm behind on everything interweb-related.
I had a minor car crash on Saturday night. Nobody was hurt, but my car's gonna need some body work. Perhaps I should start at the beginning...
Rod, JG, and I made plans to go to Columbus to see Hot Fuzz because the theater in Chillicothe does not get awesome movies. We took two cars - mine and Rod's - because the guys were going to a party later that night and I wasn't.
We went to the shopping center on OSU's campus that has an AMC movie theater and a Barnes and Noble. We spent about an hour in the bookstore. I ended up buying the sixteenth volume of Fruits Basket, the first volume of All-Star Superman, and Batman: Snow, as well as The Road by Cormack McCarthy. I've been wanting to read it for a while, and then it won the Pulitzer and went on sale. Unfortunately, I can't get the stupid "Oprah's Book Club" sticker off of the front cover. I am not an Oprah Zombie, dammit! JG and Rod spent a lot of time in the "New Age" section, flipping through books on the occult, looking for a symbol for their band 0_o
We had a snack at Cup O' Joe and watched the lightning illuminate the cloudy sunset. But then we had to run into the theater before it started pouring down rain. Unfortunately, we were half an hour early, so we sat on a bench and ate pretzel bites while we waited for our movie.
At one point, Rod was staring off in to space while Jeeg was staring at his own fingers while he moved them in a hypnotizing fashion. I was watching them. "Having fun?" I asked JG.
"Yes. In my head," replied Rod at the same time JG said "Yes." Jeeg and I started laughing and had to explain the joke to Rod.
"Hanging out with us must be like having two retarded brothers," said JG. Sometimes it is, I suppose, but they are lovable retarded brothers ^_^
Hot Fuzz was as great as I was hoping it would be. It was very British movie for the first two-thirds, before launching in to a spot-on parody of American action films. I didn't get some of the in-jokes because I haven't seen, say, Bad Boys II, but I know enough about the genre to have found it funny. The three of us laughed a lot and made the "Rock on!" sign in the air. You know, the thing that people represent like this: \m/ online.
After the movie, I hugged Rod and JG good-bye in the parking lot and then they went on their way. "Drive safe!" JG called over his shoulder.
"Don't worry! I always do!" I replied. 30 minutes later, I was in the parking lot of a gas station on South High Street, apologizing for rear-ending some people. Fortunately, their car was unscathed and, as I said earlier, nobody was hurt. The two guys I hit looked to be about high school age and actually seemed thrilled to have been hit by a slightly older attractive (so I've heard) woman. Normally, that kind of response would annoy me, but if it meant that they would be nice about me hitting their car, so be it. They didn't even want my insurance information when I offered it to them.
Anyway, the hood of my car is pretty banged up. I'm taking to a body shop tomorrow to get an estimate. I'm hoping that it won't be too expensive because I don't want to have to report it to my insurance company.
The reason that I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been while driving is ex-boyfriend Jake. Again. JG was riding with me on the way to Columbus and he told me about a blog post Jake had made fairly recently about how I'm a psycho-bitch who treated him like shit. Now, I suppose I might be the least self-aware person in the world and that that is true, but I really don't think I ever did anything to deserve that kind of criticism.
I don't understand why he's doing this now. We broke up over seven months ago and we haven't seen each other since. I broke off all contact with him because, honestly, I was pretty scared. The last time we had sex was violent. I had initiated it because I felt sorry for him (don't do the pity sex thing, people) and then by the time he started hurting me, I couldn't stop him. I've been trying to get over it in therapy, but it hasn't been entirely successful:
Me: I want to drive up to Columbus and punch him in the face!
Therapist: And do you understand why that's a bad idea?
Me: Because I could be arrested.
Therapist: Um, yes. That's one reason...
I had to change my cell number to get him to stop calling me and I went over to my friend Carly's house while my mom was at work because I was afraid he would show up. Hearing that he was writing such horrible things about me somewhere where my friends could see it was a pretty awful realization. Even worse, some of my friends had read it, but they hadn't told me. I felt like they were keeping some horrible secret behind my back.
Anyway, I was alone on the way home and I started thinking about it again. I was distracted and had the car crash. And I feel like I've lost ground in the whole recovering from the relationship thing. Blargh.
I want my internet baaack!