What Happens in the Rain...Stays in the Rain

Today is Tuesday. If you know me, you know how I feel about Tuesdays. It looks like it's a beautiful day but as it would happen you step foot out the door and freeze your ass off. I even talked with some random girl in the elevator about the frigid air. Aren't I just too cool?

Tell me why my c key types two c's everytime I push it. I swear to God I hit backspace so many times (two just in the word backspace) just to get the c's right it makes me wanna shoot somethin'. See how when I talk about shootin' somethin' I slip into that ol' country drawl ya'll.

Yesterday it rained. You know how they say that al the freaks come out when it rains? Soooo true. In one day I saw three freaks. That's saying something.

It all started when I was walking down the path, minding my own business, and this guy comes walking toward me. He full on stops me in the path and goes, "Hey, you work at Jamba Juice, right?" So I go, "Uh...yeah..." and he says, "Do you remember me? You made my smoothie last night! I come in every Sunday..." Totally didn't remember him. Totally nodded like an idiot and pretended I did. Seriously, who does that??

Then I was walking back from the gym and this Land Rover full of people honks at me and yells something out the window. They parked and got out of the car and there was a girl with them. I'd have killed the boys I was driving with if one of them had done that to someone while I was in the car. One time, I was at the park with my six-year-old cousin and he was out playing Star Wars with some other little kid he'd met there. This jerk in a...LAND ROVER...totally drove by and yelled in that mocking voice "Hey kid, I like your red shirt!" Lucky for my cousin, he's too young to get that the guy was being an ass, but I almost yelled some not-so-nice words back at him. Too bad the guy was huge and he probably would have come beat me up if I had. But anyway.

Freak number three came when I was heading bacck from a meeting. This boy comes whizzing by me on his skateboard. He's riding on one foot, flamingo-style. It's raining. He's got an old-fashioned pipe hanging out his mouth. I don't even know.

I also met with this guy from theatre who I thought was a freak before I met with him. Turns out he's a nice guy, in that whole he's-not-so-cute-but-he'd-probably-be-the-sort-of-guy-you-ought-to-marry way. Mathematiccs major. Yawn. But he's got the intellectual stimulation thing going for him, so maybe someday he'll find a nice girl and be happy. I'll hope he will anyway.

I've really gotta go do some homework now...which just makes all of y'all reading this super jealous, I know. If you want, maybe I'll let you read some of the books for me. Just because I am THAT generous.

Oops...

Ireland I love. Housing I hate. Tell me why good things are always attached to bad things?!?

Whatever *deep breath* I'm going to be okay.

So last night we had a little card-playing shindig. I'm not gonna name names but certain people were getting pretty close to certain other people. And why do I always TALK so damn much when I've been drinking?? I swore not to tell anyone the names of any persons I'd ever kissed and summer situations all just poured out. Pisses me off a bit now that it's morning. I knew I'd regret it the moment I spoke too. Dammit.

So this was the shortest entry ever but I'm done. Asta la-bye-bye.

Friday After Work

Ray is officially the slowest closer ever. I was okay with that, though, 'cause it was a pretty damn fun day at work until I got home to a...DRUMROLL PLEASE...empty apartment. Again. For, like, the hundredth time. Of course, when I am home these people don't do anything fun. But whenever I have to work...off they head to a party. I am so bitter right now it's not even funny. It just really really pisses me off.

But ah, wait. I just did a quick inventory check and two (yes, two) computers are missing. This means they probably went to the library, in which case I no longer am bitter. In that case, my night was hella good, even if it did take about an hour longer than it should have for us to close.

Okay, then, I'm done with this. Bye bye.

Irish Murder

I chatted with the psycho doctor again today. I was in sort of a bad mood 'cause I had to wake up at 7:00 and then I had to not do my hair and then I had to walk to his office, but then once I got there it got okay. I had to pay ten bucks today. Stupid people.

I'm pretty much certain that VMT are going to do something today without me. I'm also pretty much certain that they're having a party tomorrow night without me. Sometimes it really sucks to be so out of the loop. I've reached the point where I really doubt they will want to live with me again next year, which mean thank god for Meesh and Specs since that's probably gonna be my actual home.

Which reminds me, God I hope my application got to that DBS program. God I hope I get in. I told someone the other night that I don't think I even wanted to get into college as badly as I want to get into this. When (If?) I do get in, I plan to make an announcement and inform these folksies that I want in on the housing situation so if there's a problem with that I can get it all worked out before it's too late.

My dad came to visit yesterday for a few hours, which was pretty cool. I gave him a tour of the school and we went to lunch and to the grocery store (woohoo!) and he brought me some of Grandma's brownies and rice pilaf (not together, that's nasty).

I got jury duty. I may have already written about it but it's still on my mind so deal with it. I called the hotline and it went on and on about how you can only defer your duty for 3 months and then you can't defer it again, which sucks because that causes serious school conflict issues! Now I will have to do day-after-Christmas duty and if I get called in I swear to God I will murder someone myself (only then they'd need to find a jury for my trial and I don't want to put anyone else through that misery either...a strong of murders could result).

I should be writing a paper on Hamlet's madness. Maybe I'll just compare Hamlet to me and call it a day. Geez it's early still. I feel like I've been up forever.

Could be worse, I suppose. At least I don't have to open at work this weekend.

Work and school

Done at work again and starting to get sick of smoothies. Bleh.

I hate closing shifts. I really hate people who come into Jamba at 9:50 when we close at 10:00 and then order like 12 smoothies. Seriously. Don't come in that late. It sucks.

It rained today. It's supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. Talk about a contradiction in terms.

I want to go to the beach. I have to write an essay. Plus it rained.

At work today my detail was "Write Santa Maria's Hum Essay." See how this takes over my life? Work and hum...they can't even stay separated anymore.

Tomorrow I've got to call somebody about my jury duty. And I've got to call my sister. It's her birthday, after all. She's sort of old now. Too bad she's not doing anything fancy for her 13th or I would go home. Again.

I've got to go to bed. This is the most disjointed entry I've ever written.

P.S. I can go to a Guardian party Saturday night. Do I go or not? Opinions welcome.

Sleeping With Pumpkins

Today I celebrated my little sister's birthday by buying stuff for myself. How pathetic is that? I mean, it didn't start out as a day of shopping for me; it started out as a day of shopping for her, it just turned into an all-about-me day pretty quick. It's not my fault I find stuff everywhere and she finds nothing anywhere.

We went to 31 Flavors where they have a very delicious pumpkin pie seasonal ice cream. I had a milkshake and pretty much scarfed it down. It was like dlurping heaven, okay.

Since coming home I have realized two things. One, I really like having a bed close enough to the ground to crawl into. And two, my hair does way better in the at-home-weather than in the at-school-weather. As pathetically girly as this is going to sound, I like it when my hair likes me.

I sadly don't have anything else to write about. I was totally not even inspired to write this (or read Bacon, or do anything else really) but I figured I should write something. Last night when I felt like this I ended up falling asleep on my cousin's bedroom floor with their cat. How cool am I?

"Geez, you really need to go get laid."

Wow, so let's talk about something crazy.

Just the other day, I wrote a blog about boys needing to be in relationships. Then, just yesterday in theatre we talked about how sometimes guys are on the lookout for girls without even realizing it. Then I'm-Way-Too-Sexy-For-My-Own-Good-And-Unfortunately-I-Know-It Dude started this improv where basically he made it quite clear that he thinks he's hot and all girls should fall head over heels for him... And God, he's right...Until you start talking to him. Then, seriously, he's hte biggest jerk ever. So one of the girls goes, "Geez, you really need to go get laid; you've got a lot of sexual tension." And the Prof goes, "No, Sexy's one of those boys who really likes being in a relationship but doesn't know it yet."

I think if anyone needs to get laid it's me. Seriously. Okay, so not "laid" exactly, but anything would be good. I swear the ugly people are starting to look beautiful. That is when you know you're desperate...or drunk.

I got sent this email where you went to some website and there was a picture of a really ugly girl and then you clicked a button to "start drinking" and by the time you'd finished ten or so beers, she looked like Britney Spears. Now that is something.

I saw Faddy yesterday. I was leaving Revelle and he was arriving. It's really upsetting to me that I can't go visit him ever. Sometimes promiscuity is bad...when it ruins your visitation to a really good friend, it sucks. I miss visiting Faddy. I miss Faddy visiting me. Ugh, stupid other people.

Commit-a-phobia

Here's what I have to say about today.

Is it weird if a boy is obsessed with getting a girlfriend? Isn't that a girl thing...you know...aren't girls supposed to be obsessed with getting a boyfriend? What kind of boy obsesses the opposite way?

Mind you, this is the same boy I discussed at length the pros and cons of masturbation with. The same boy who said masturbation makes him feel worse than random hook-ups. Good thing I'm not giving out names here, because that is all pretty embarrassing. Still, it's on my mind right now.

I think it's all because I went to that stupid shrink and discussed my life. He was confused by it. Shocked by my problems. Informed me that three long-term hook-ups in the last two years is a lot for a nineteen-year-old girl. Way to make me feel better. If they weren't so much fun I might feel like a bad person. Maybe after a few chats with the man I will. We'll see.

Of course, that's not what I went in there to talk to the guy about. My dad made me go in to discuss my stepmom problems. In the process we discussed my commitment problems. How these discussions are going to help me do anything with anyone, I do not know. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll give me enough balls to tempt hot-lit-boy. Too bad right now all I'm looking for is a hook-up. In other words...I still have a problem. Dammit.

Maybe it's not a problem so much as a gift. Maybe my life will work out. Maybe I will be more like Sex and the City's Keri than I ever could have imagined.

Or maybe I'll just have commitment-phobia for the rest of my life and end up having the baby of my best friend and having to raise the poor kid alone.

Mmm, mmm, good (On Pie)

So did I not tell you that I was a bad person who frequently forgets to write in diaries? See, I don't lie.

I was trying to finish a crapload of homework this weekend and, true to Kristyn form, I failed. I am pathetic. Whatever, instead I went to Julian and ate a crapload of pie. Pie is way better than Bacon. Francis Bacon, that is.

I signed up for classes the other day and realized in the process that I have to take Bio next quarter. Who does that? I also realized that if Ireland happens (and it WILL) that means I can't take physics until my Senior year. How crappy. Way to ruin a perfectly decent quarter...with stupid science classes!

On another note, I think I should never get a job again. I swear stuff goes on here whenever I'm gone. When I'm here, it's boring. When I'm gone, stuff goes down. Too bad I like the job, or else I'd just quit. Stupid Jamba Juice.

Okay, Julian. I spent the weekend with the grandparents, which I realize would never appeal to most people. I, however, am terribly fond of the grandparents, and I had a dang good time in Julian. And then I got back here and I was on the elevator and some guy and he said he'd happened to be in Julian on Saturday too. Small world...

Oh, and my RA called me "hon" the other day. Sure sign of a gay man, that is. Only two males in my life have ever called me hon, and both of them like boys.

I went to theatre rehearsal today in the science and engineering library. The play is called Doubt and is about some psycho nun who thinks the priest has slept with the little boys in the school...anyway, one of the boys is black and the priest has this line that goes something like, "And he is the only Negro in the school..." We were in the little study room in the library and just after the priest said his line this black guy comes and knocks on the door. We open it and he says, "Could you guys keep it down a little bit; it's kind of hard to study science and engineering when you're doing theatre. I love theatre, it's just hard to do science and engineering."

Woops.

But seriously, who studies science AND engineering at the same time? Was that supposed to be a joke? Because let me tell you, this guy did not look like the joking type.

So I came home and ate some more pie to qualm my quivering nerves.