I need a holiday
Words cannot describe how much I need Hawai'i in December, esp. a gorgeous sandy beach and Adam Clayton grooving around the stage the U2 concert. If you could put the two together, then life would REALLY be great.
Blech. I just need something right now. Things seem to be totally blah or really messing up lately, which has me feeling annoyed and negative.
The dating thing...ugh...is going nowhere. The men in DC are truly, truly weird. All the ones I've met have zero manners(if you talk w/ your mouth full spitting food on me and expect me to pay FOR BOTH OF US when you asked me out, then don't apply), think they don't have to converse (maybe this is good b/c then they can't spit food on me), like to blatantly stare at my chest (Hell, I never knew I had one until now), and then expect you to have sex w/ them. Where do these freaks come from?! I don't think I've had a date that's lasted longer than 45 minutes b/c of the above listed weirdness. I don't even finish my drink -- I run for the door as fast as humanly possible once the freakiness kicks in. An old saying is that "You attract what you are." I've never thought I was socially retarded, but, if indeed that saying is true, I'm now starting to wonder.
I'm also trying to figure out if my mother is crazy, childish, or just plain evil. My brother and I went down last weekend, and she through a screaming heebeejeebee fit at me b/c I hadn't cleaned out my car to haul crap back to DC for my brother. Prior to this visit, I had asked her repeatedly not to pile me down w/ so much crap b/c my car is old and can't really take it anymore. Well, we get to Norfolk and she's got enough crap to fit in a small U-Haul which she expects to pile in my little car. I was worried about it all fitting, so I made the mistake of voicing that concern. All I said was "Gee, I'm afraid it won't all fit," which got her screaming about how I should've had the car cleaned out. I then said that I didn't read minds and since no one told me I'd have to drag back a pile of crap for my brother, I didn't know to clean out the car. The fireworks really started then. I sat through a good 45 minutes where she screamed at the top of her lungs a select list of "bad" things I've done since I was born. Let's see...at age 5, I played chemistry set w/ her perfumes; at age 7, I acted like brat when she married my stepfather (nevermind that I (A) was 7 -- name me a 7 year old who isn't a brat, (B) was dragged from Norfolk to San Diego w/ NO WARNING, (C) was suddenly told that I had 3 step-sisters, and (D) was unceremoniously dumped on my new grandparents w/ said step-sisters); at age 12, I told my maternal grandparents that my mom didn't want to be called on her birthday; at age 15, my mom made a joke that Eric Clapton was the only man she'd ever leave my dad for and I jokingly said that to my dad during a Clapton video...the list goes on. However, only one took place in the last year; all the rest took place before the age of 20. ** shaking head ** I don't even know what to do about her. Is anyone else alarmed by the fact that this woman has been storing up anger towards me since the day I was born? Has anyone else's parent/s recorded events like these, sat on the anger, and spewed it back at you years later? I just think that's incredibly crazy. Seems freaks and nutcases have always been in my life starting w/ my mom.
Work is blah. Classes are troubling b/c I don't like either of them. The Prod. II prof has no idea what he's doing. He knows h/t be a director and producer, but not h/t impart that knowledge to a class. I have a feeling that if we all crewed for him, then we'd learn a lot, but that won't work sitting behind desks. ** sigh **
Can I win the lottery...Please? Better yet -- above U2 member. Susie hasn't gotten him down the aisle yet, so there's still a chance!
Blech. I just need something right now. Things seem to be totally blah or really messing up lately, which has me feeling annoyed and negative.
The dating thing...ugh...is going nowhere. The men in DC are truly, truly weird. All the ones I've met have zero manners(if you talk w/ your mouth full spitting food on me and expect me to pay FOR BOTH OF US when you asked me out, then don't apply), think they don't have to converse (maybe this is good b/c then they can't spit food on me), like to blatantly stare at my chest (Hell, I never knew I had one until now), and then expect you to have sex w/ them. Where do these freaks come from?! I don't think I've had a date that's lasted longer than 45 minutes b/c of the above listed weirdness. I don't even finish my drink -- I run for the door as fast as humanly possible once the freakiness kicks in. An old saying is that "You attract what you are." I've never thought I was socially retarded, but, if indeed that saying is true, I'm now starting to wonder.
I'm also trying to figure out if my mother is crazy, childish, or just plain evil. My brother and I went down last weekend, and she through a screaming heebeejeebee fit at me b/c I hadn't cleaned out my car to haul crap back to DC for my brother. Prior to this visit, I had asked her repeatedly not to pile me down w/ so much crap b/c my car is old and can't really take it anymore. Well, we get to Norfolk and she's got enough crap to fit in a small U-Haul which she expects to pile in my little car. I was worried about it all fitting, so I made the mistake of voicing that concern. All I said was "Gee, I'm afraid it won't all fit," which got her screaming about how I should've had the car cleaned out. I then said that I didn't read minds and since no one told me I'd have to drag back a pile of crap for my brother, I didn't know to clean out the car. The fireworks really started then. I sat through a good 45 minutes where she screamed at the top of her lungs a select list of "bad" things I've done since I was born. Let's see...at age 5, I played chemistry set w/ her perfumes; at age 7, I acted like brat when she married my stepfather (nevermind that I (A) was 7 -- name me a 7 year old who isn't a brat, (B) was dragged from Norfolk to San Diego w/ NO WARNING, (C) was suddenly told that I had 3 step-sisters, and (D) was unceremoniously dumped on my new grandparents w/ said step-sisters); at age 12, I told my maternal grandparents that my mom didn't want to be called on her birthday; at age 15, my mom made a joke that Eric Clapton was the only man she'd ever leave my dad for and I jokingly said that to my dad during a Clapton video...the list goes on. However, only one took place in the last year; all the rest took place before the age of 20. ** shaking head ** I don't even know what to do about her. Is anyone else alarmed by the fact that this woman has been storing up anger towards me since the day I was born? Has anyone else's parent/s recorded events like these, sat on the anger, and spewed it back at you years later? I just think that's incredibly crazy. Seems freaks and nutcases have always been in my life starting w/ my mom.
Work is blah. Classes are troubling b/c I don't like either of them. The Prod. II prof has no idea what he's doing. He knows h/t be a director and producer, but not h/t impart that knowledge to a class. I have a feeling that if we all crewed for him, then we'd learn a lot, but that won't work sitting behind desks. ** sigh **
Can I win the lottery...Please? Better yet -- above U2 member. Susie hasn't gotten him down the aisle yet, so there's still a chance!