So can you believe that I've slacked off so bad in the last few days of the month after being so awesome about posting awesome posts?
TOMORROW IS THE BAR CRAWL! Should be good stuff.
DAMN IT! I missed another day! Two out of three days!! What is wrong with me???? I even thought yesterday afternoon, “I'd better post something so I don't miss another day.” What did I do? Missed another day! Grrrrrrrrrr
But it's ok. Yesterday was a good enough day that it's news will still be good today. Patti and I had a conversation that while it didn't put everything to rest, I don't feel miserable anymore and I don't picture issues coming up that will make me feel miserable anymore.
Also, church was good, it wasn't depressing like last week was. Pastor Mike actually played a video of a SNL skit (the one about the Blue Oyster Cult with Christopher Walkin if you know what I'm talking about) which was hysterical. As well, work finished on a good note for the week. I had another good night and one of James' trainees was hot so that made the last hour Sunday morning good.
I slept a TON the past 24 hours. I slept from about 2 until 8 last night and then from around 11 or so until almost 9 this morning.so what, that's 16 out of 24 hours? Good work I say. Somebody pat me on the back for that one.
Can ya'll believe it's almost the end of April now? This month has for sure flown by.
I MISSED A DAY! NOOOO!
Ok, loser cryfest over now.
Work was pretty weird last night. Gary, my boss, was there until close to three (three hours after he was supposed to go), my knee was KILLING all night (all night long, all night [you have to've seen 5th Element to know]). If it's not feeling loads better by say mmmmmmmmmm soon! I'm going to call in tonight. I can't take another night of being on my feet for 9 1/2 (actually 9 hours, 11 minutes; I left 19 minutes early today because of my knee), I don't believe in physical suffering just because your silly work ethic dictates it and I'm not down for making my knee worse, I don't imagine being on it for 20 out of 48 hours while it hurts is a good thing.
And in addition to my knee and Gary being there an extra, extra, extra long time last night, Dan W., this hyper-active Extra Relief assistant manager randomly showed up at our store this morning at 7:10, 7:15 or so unbeknownst to us because his base store had two extras this morning so they sent him away (to our store). This kid reminds me of a younger, hyper, slightly smarter version of my cousin Jordan. Any of you who know Jordan now have a semi-permanent cringe on your face at the moment, that's expected.
And on a wholly unrelated note… I don't like the current developments with someone. I feel 100% inept at trying to make the case for myself, half the time I think I've said something to annoy or piss her off, I'm beginning to worry that she thinks I'll say close to anything, and this 120 mile distance between Des Moines and Iowa City is killing me.
This shit is for the birds.
I was struck with fear last night at work when I thought I'd dropped my streak of consecutive days posting on here, but alas! I remembered to at least post one quote from the Simpsons. All is not lost! Ok, I don't have anything more to say at the moment.
Well, certainly an interesting day. I don't really know what to say to encapsulate it and I don't know what's appropriate for me to discuss right now. If nothing else, things are moving at least.
The past two days have been trying and more so in an increasing fashion as time passes.
As we all saw yesterday morning I was quite cheery after work and it was quickly erased at church and things went DOWNHILL from there.
I don't really know what to say. I'd like… I don't know what I'd like. 1) I'd like to know what's going on 2) I'd like to talk more but that only gets a few inches at a time) and 3) yeah.
Like I was saying earlier tonight, less than forthright people upset me a lot. I absolutely do not need people to spare my feelings. Ya'll ain't got nothin' that can phase me like the stuff I've dealt with before so just say what's on your mind.
I also don't like flippant proclamations like, “Musicals are fun to watch and more dependable than men anyway.” Things like that INFURIATE me. Considering her last instance of a man was me, I am offended that she would still maintain using that statement. If nothing else, I am the epitome of dependable and to cast me in with an undependable lot is like I said, flip.
What's also very frustrating is that I've had all these posts, spanning around two weeks now, about all these issues and my mind is consumed with it at work and at home a lot and she probably thinks about it little beyond when I'm forcing the issue. I suppose that since right now I'm living a strong-back, weak-mind existence that my mind is going to wander and focus on the emotional stuff regardless but it's difficult being this invested as opposed to her. THAT right there, I think, is the very root of my pain and frustration surrounding this whole ordeal, the asymmetrical nature it's taken on. That's paralyzing.
“When I was a kid, we didn't show our affection by head-butting.”
“I think I see my two favorite letters: E-Z.”
Okie doke, and now for a smaller-audience supplement to my last post:
The real reason that I'm the MBP is because I decided last night that until I get back to IC and see that a revived relationship could be possible with Patti, I'm gonna drive on unconcerned with her. I decided that I'm done playing the part of the understanding, mature guy treading water while I work out issues and she gets through a phase. Now, whether that makes any difference with how and if I get involved with anyone remains to be seen (as a tangent, I noticed the other night that my other hot cop had a nice, gold ring on her ring finger so me thinks she's married).
Now, to what degree I'll be able to constrain myself from getting upset when she talks about this other guy that I've intuited she likes (who, by the way, last I knew had a muy, muy, serio girlfriend) and how I'll get hurt at times remains to be seen. I am, however, going to start laying the groundwork to get back in the game with a few certain girls in IC (Jen and Kelsey to be specific).
Slipknot in the morning before church is good for ya.
That's Most Ballin'-ist Playa for those uninitiated of you out there (and no, it isn't a military acronym either; I'm gonna tell the sergeant major he's the MBP when I see him next just because I said that).
I had a super-slow night at work last night (168 transactions when I typically do between 210-250 on a weeknight) so my store was gorgeous when Dan got there at 6 and I got to leave an hour early to counteract staying an hour late yesterday. That's why I'm the MBP, 'cuz at least last night I ran a pretty much perfect shift.
And yay for it being my weekend, let's see if I do anything worthwhile.
It's really frustrating when you operate thinking something is one way, and then somebody makes a flippant remark and it forces you to see reality is out of phase with how you've been operating. And it wasn't even like I'd been kidding myself about this. I'm beginning to wonder about the maturity of some people.
If nothing else, I've learned lately that that bullshit line about “girls mature faster than boys” is total opiate made up by mothers for their daughters. If I wasn't far out ahead of my peers in maturity before last fall, shit I'm miles ahead now.
I'm gonna finish out this Slipknot song and get in the shower.
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