Holy crap I'm about to try Bikram Yoga for the first time with Brook and I'm sooooo nervous. Mostly just about the temperature of the room (100+ degrees!!). I hope I don't pass out. Yikes! 02*26*08 I'm currently making brownies for my work meeting tomorrow. The powers that be decided we're not worth buying sandwiches for once a month anymore, so I've taken matters into my own hands. Also, everyone begged me to make them. I'm not a fabulous baker (boy) or anything though, I just make it from a Duncan Hines mix. Someone leaked my secret a few batches back but no one seems to care. I went to Brook's Sunday night to watch the Oscars with a small group of her friends. Aside from me, there were three other females and two guys. The guys basically stared at us in horror as we ripped apart everything everyone was wearing and then some. I just wanted to watch to see the couple from Once perform their song. I'm SO glad they won the Oscar instead of Enchanted. My co-worker was telling me yesterday that she was so impressed with the song she added the movie to her Netflix queue. The funny thing was she pronounced the movie "ons-say". I told her it's set in Ireland, not Spain. Silly girl. Saturday and Sunday Patrick and I met up briefly for dinner dates so he could study. I didn't get called in for my on-call shift which was nice. I was awoken by my neighbor having loud sex around midnight though. It was grossing me out because a man kept moaning like a woman. I finally text messaged him and asked if he could keep it down, but he texted back and said he wasn't even home. I then realized the trannie downstairs was probably using my neighbor's apartment to escape 'her' roommate. Which would also explain why that person sounded like a man trying to sound like a woman. Whatever you're into, I can't imagine the sound of a man moaning like a woman is a turn on. Different strokes for different folks I guess? I'm a bit apprehensive about our meeting tomorrow because the technicians collectively submitted a request for a raise which will probably get shot down there. Also we haven't had a full-length meeting since November so I anticipate a lot of bitching. I'm usually the one who has the most to bitch about though. So I guess tomorrow is my day to shine! 02*20*08 Ha look at this bill some lady got at a restaurant. I'm pretty sure the blurred part reads "suck my dick fuck face". Oh how I wish I could have given such a bill to some of my customers when I was a waitress. I don't understand why my heat isn't on when it's below freezing outside. I'd go downstairs and turn it on myself except I don't want to deal with that psycho lady who sits under the stairs in a lawn chair. She's probably the one who turned it off anyway. I had a weird dream last night that Patrick and I were living together and I was reading a magazine article on him in which his friend had divulged that Patrick was a heavy crack/cocaine user. I freaked out on Patrick and told him I was moving out. I then ran out of the apartment and hid from him down the hall. He eventually came into the room I was in, smoking crack like it was no big deal. I then started to pack up my stuff and was fighting with him. He just didn't see what the problem was. I think that came from having a donor a few days back who was a heavy crack/cocaine user (which is how they died). Speaking of work, all of us technicians submitted a joint letter today asking for a raise in the reimbursement we get for donor recoveries. My supervisor didn't seem too happy to be left out of the loop because he too is a technician...but he's also our supervisor. Anyway, I think he was making a mountain out of a mole hill and ultimately the decision is not up to him. Patrick and I are taking another hiatus of sorts this weekend so he can catch up with school work. I'm having dinner with Brook tomorrow night, Friday night I'm going to see There Will Be Blood again with Melissa. Saturday night I'm on-call and will probably have dinner with Patrick at some point before I go to bed early. Not really sure what I'll do for the rest of the weekend though. Maybe I'll go to the aquarium, or maybe I'll clean my apartment and then write a novel. Who knows? 02*18*08 I'm on-call from noon to midnight today. Since it's a holiday shift I get paid double, which is nice. However, since the transplant schedule for tomorrow hasn't been taken care of, I have to go into work to do that...which is not so nice. I spent most of the weekend with Patrick. We went out to dinner Friday night. I nursed a viscous hangover for most of Saturday morning/afternoon. We then went into Manhattan to shop and walked around for a bit. We didn't do much Saturday night or Sunday morning. Last night I had dinner with my friend Kristy and got home a little earlier than I had hoped. I always feel like I should stay out late if I don't have to work the next morning. I finally booked the flights for our trip to the west coast in April. I also booked the rental car. I think $380 to rent a car for eleven days is pretty good. It costs about $100 just to rent a car for one day here. I just can't wait to get out of here! I'm in the mood for warmer weather. 02*14*08 So I came home today to find a vase of red roses with a card and a present on my kitchen table from Patrick. I was feeling a bit disappointed about the day up until that point, so I was extremely happy and I called him to thank him. We only spoke briefly, but he called a little later on and we had a more in depth talk about things and us. I think we're pretty much on the same page. Actually we're on the same sentence. We just need more distance between us during the week (internet and phone-wise) and more time to be ourselves outside of the relationship. I never thought what was wrong with us wasn't fixable. We just need to put more effort into making things work. So I think all is well. We're going out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate Valentine's Day a bit belated since he has to work late tonight. I ate at that new restaurant by me with Melissa last night. It was ok. It's pretty basic Italian food I guess...a tapas bar really. Anyway it was nice to sit and chat and get a little drunk. I had a donor a few days ago and about 8 nursing students watched me do my procedure. I didn't feel nervous at all really, but when I went to make my first incision, my hand was trembling. I usually have a very steady hand! I kept repeating, "calm down" in my head like a mantra. It somewhat worked and everything went pretty smoothly. As soon as I was done with one eye, they all filed out and left me alone. I felt like yesterday's news. I just had a nice little Valentine's Day all my own with a bottle of wine and a chick flick. Milo was my date. He was a perfect gentleman. Except now he's laying in my bed with an expectant look in his eye. Typical male. 02*11*08 Also I just took some cute pictures of my kitties this weekend and thought I'd share them. I'm sure no one cares but me, but they're so cute, so how could you not!? The first few are of Milo looking like a rat after his bath a few weeks ago.
02*11*08 I ended up going out to dinner with Brook and her boyfriend Garett on Saturday night. It was pretty fun. We stayed until closing talking. I wasn't really in the mood to go dancing. Sunday I did laundry as soon as I woke up. It's like a fight to the death for a washer and dryer at my laundromat. I at least I got washing machines, but there were no dryers available when the time came, so I went to a different laundromat a few blocks away which is always empty for some reason. An autistic child came in at some point and screamed for about a half hour. I felt like that wasn't so bad compared to waiting a half hour for a dryer. Later on in the day I went to Williamsburg and did some window shopping, then I got my hair cut for the first time since May. I basically just had a trim and some re-shaping done. My stylist said I had really bad split ends. Maybe that's why I always lose so much hair. I forgot to mention that last week one day when I was coming home from work around 4:30 PM, I heard that old lady say, "Stop using the stairs!" again. I thought she was nuts the first time, but it was also 3:30 AM. Then again she was up that late sitting underneath the stairs in a lawn chair. It really wasn't that much more excusable. But this time I was really irritated. So I shouted, "Ok I'll fly up!" I didn't get a response. If she says it to me again I'm going to seek her out and see what her deal is. I'd like to exchange some crazy banter; I think it'd be fun. A new restaurant opened up a block from me. I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but there is absolutely nothing fun on 3rd Avenue. NOTHING. So this is kind of a big deal. I walked past it Saturday night to scope it out and it was surprisingly packed. Here's what it looks like. I hope to try to go there sometime this week. Brook and I are going to try and see I'm Not There Wednesday. I may also try and see my mother this weekend. Nothing is set in stone though. Or is it? No, it's not. 02*09*08 My on-call shift wasn't too terrible last night. I was back in bed around 4:30ish and didn't get called in again. So, Patrick and I are on a break. We decided to take one Thursday night. I've just been feeling like everything is very stagnant lately and wanted some time to myself. Unfortunately we discussed the whole thing on instant message while Patrick was at work and I'm not exactly happy with how the conversation went or was left. A break and a break up are two different things (to me anyway). Of course one can lead to the other, but, like I said, I just wanted some time apart. But since we haven't discussed how much time we're taking, everything seems a bit unsettled to me. I'm actually a bit annoyed by that. Oh well. I want to go back to bed because I'm still a little tired, but I can't fall asleep. So I think I'm gonna head into the city and do some shopping instead. I have to check on Melissa's cats afterwards and may possibly go out dancing with my friend Jamin and his wife tonight. Hopefully Brook will come out too. I'd be ok with something more low-key as well though. Time will tell I guess. 02*08*08 I want to MURDER my coworkers right now. I'm on-call tonight so I went to bed around 7:30 PM. One of my coworkers called me at 8 to ask me a question I didn't even know the answer to, and that totally didn't warrant calling me after my shift to find out. It was definitely a question that could have waited, especially when I have a midnight to noon shift tonight! So of course it was impossible for me to fall back asleep after that and I've just been laying in bed in a half-awake state, tossing and turning. Then my other coworker called me a little after 10 PM to let me know there's a donor 10 minutes away from work that will time out at 4 AM. Why I needed to know this before my shift started at midnight is beyond me, but I do know that sleeping at this point is out of the question. So off to work I go on a half hour of fucking sleep. Hopefully one day I get to return the favor for them. 02*07*08 Here's a picture of Sarah and me from last weekend:
02*05*08 I admittedly voted for Hillary, so I'm happy she won NY and NJ. I won't be devastated if Obama ends up getting the majority either though. I just hope whomever wins can beat that old lizard McCain come November. I didn't get to see the Giants' parade live this morning even though it was a few blocks from where I work. However, a marching band did play in front of our building just before they got on their bus. So I guess I did technically get to see part of the parade. Also, I just watched Across The Universe and it was not so bad. I suppose I'll go to bed at a decent hour tonight and figure out the California election results in the morning. 02*03*08 Ok, so I did watch the end of the game and I'm happy The Giants won. There, I said it! 02*03*08 My mom called to see if I was watching the Super Bowl. As if! Instead I've been working on a new way to present my photos (see below). I think people will appreciate my efforts more than some dumb ol' game. I hung out with my girlfriends this weekend for the first time in a while. I really needed to. I started to feel very out of touch. Friday night I went out to dinner in Manhattan with Sara, Melissa, Melissa's girlfriend Emily and Patrick. Sara had wanted to go somewhere twice as expensive, but we knew we'd never get seated, so we settled on a compromise. Pretty much all of us loathe going to Manhattan on the weekends, but since Sara was visiting from out of state, we figured we should oblige. Afterwards we attempted to sing at a karaoke place, but it was packed. So we convinced Sara to come back to Patrick's place. We played with his guitar for a bit and made up some songs (mostly I just watched; I have no musical talent). I think Sara was pretty bummed though that the other plans didn't pan out. Saturday Patrick and I gave my kitties a bath. They looked so funny afterwards. Bathing Jack was pretty gross because he sheds so much. I had cat hair up to my elbows when we were done with him. Overall they were well-behaved, and they smell great and feel so much softer now. Plus they don't hate me for it! Saturday night I went to Brook's new place kind of near where I used to live in Brooklyn. It's humongous; I was pretty amazed. Rent is twice as much as my place but it's at least 15 times bigger. I'm starting to reconsider the perks of living so close to Park Slope now. We watched 1408 (the second time for me and it wasn't much better) and had some beers. I slept over as well. I haven't had a sleep-over at a friend's house in forever. This morning we met up with Melissa near her apartment for coffee. I then went to her place to play with her new MacBook. The pictures below are a result of that. Enjoy!
This girl is a nerd, get me outta here |
