watch where you're going, asshole!

i was on my way back to work from the rite aid on the corner when it happened. i was walking along, happily talking on my cell with the argentinian, when an old man was in front of me.

"watch where you're going!" he shouts RIGHT IN MY FACE and keeps walking.

i turn around to look at him, and he then adds "asshole!" that's right, i got berated by an old man. and i was watching where i was going. just cause he's old, i have to change my path? i wanted to swing my bag of crackers and chocolates at him (i'm a healthy snacker, huh?). if i hadn't been on the phone, i'm sure i would've actually gotten into a fight with a old man, each exchanging insults to each other or something.

upon arriving back at my desk i shared my experience with the coworkers. everyone around cracked up at the old senile man. this is one of the reasons i just don't really care for old people. at least the mean kind.

it's times like this, and that other time that i think it's good that i am able to control my anger. cause my first reaction was to put my boyfriend on hold, and be like "WTF?" to this old man. i don't like taking shit from people.

what happens in vegas...

my boyfriend recently bought me a book. this surprised me for two reasons: he's never bought me a book before, and the subject matter of the book. now, as i said earlier we've been talking a lot more about getting married. so the fact that he bought me a book about weddings was not over the top crazy, but still kind of surprising. it made me feel happy. but, the real thing that surprised me was exactly what book it was.



imagine my surprise. particularly cause the argentinian has never been to vegas, though he does know my love for the city (as long as it is in digestable doses). i unfortunately had to veto the idea of eloping in vegas because my mother would absolutely kill me. and she would be very, very sad. plus i kind of want the whole regular wedding the more i think about it. i want everyone that i care about to be around. i mean, i've never been the girl that has her whole wedding planned out since i was 10. i never saw the point in planning something that seemed so far off. but with the purchase of this book, which i'm still reading cause it has some pretty interesting stuff in there, i realized that i do want the whole wedding thing with all the friends and family, in a church or some equally beautiful place. but i'm still going to hold off on buying wedding planning books, at least until i'm actually engaged.

assault

so i went over to the other side of my office earlier this morning. i had gone through the elevator lobby instead of walking all the way around (ok, it's not all that far, but i was feeling a little lazy). and as soon as i open the second set of doors to enter the west side of the office i was overwhelmed by someone's cologne/perfume. how can someone put on so much perfume that it stinks up a whole side of an office? just a gentle reminder to myself to always do just the one spray of perfume. cause even if i don't smell it, others will. no need to make everyone sick with the smell of my fragrance.

wait...so things are pretty serious?

ever since i've started telling people about my impending trip to argentina with the argentinian i've gotten the same reaction from almost everyone. "wow. things must be pretty serious then, huh?" or "are you guys going to get married?" or something along those lines. well, yes, things are serious. and yes, we do plan to eventually marry. we've been together for almost a year. is it that surprising?

but i really don't get why me going to meet his family always gets this reaction. i mean, it wasn't that big of a deal when he came up to meet my family. i guess the distance is something. i guess it just surprises me that practically everyone comes to that conclusion. not that i care or anything. it's just kind of odd/funny.

it's not vicoden but...

i went to see my uncle yesterday for a mysterious medical problem. well, it's more mysterious now than before i went in since he thinks it's a muscle thing why i have pain in my lower back, yet i have not done anything which could cause muscle pain. anyways, i digress. while there i broached the topic of snagging a few xanax for the trip down to south america. which, without any real hesitation, he happily obliged. though he made it clear he was only giving me enough for the trip down and back. man, if you can't score free drug prescriptions off your doctor relatives, then what good are they. i'm kidding! i'm just glad i have something. so for now, the prescription is just sitting in my bag, waiting to be filled. a friend who is flying to costa rica tried to score a few off me, which i was like no way. i'm guarding these babies with my life. there's no way i'll survive the flights there and back without them.

here's to hoping for a vicodin prescription

well, the ticket has been purchased. for better or worse, i'm flying alone down to argentina. where's the phone number for my local pharmacist?

flying the "friendly" skies

so the argentinian and i are making plans to fly down and see his family. an important part in our relationship if we are ever going to take the "next step" so to speak. originally we were flying down together on one date. then now, it turns out we will be flying separately on the way down, with him leaving earlier, and then together on the way back up (hopefully). the more i think about this, the more it terrifies me. most people may not know this, but i have a bit of a fear of flying, which sadly gets worse over time instead of better. "how bad could it really be?" you may be asking yourself. well, i've started to get that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking about the long flight. i get nervous enough on the 1.5 hour flight going back to visit my hometown. this is like a 10+ or more hour flight. most likely over water (the worst kind of flight, cause if the crash doesn't kill me, i'll certainly be eaten by sharks). i was considering an american airlines flight, but after reading this i'm not so sure. that's an awful lot of suspected terrorist acts on those flights near the end. even if no one else died, i think the trauma of that would possibly the final straw in my already waning courage to fly. a connecting flight i would take in argentina has only had two deaths. one is from food poisoning, so i obviously won't eat any in flight food (can you imagine dying just from some stale food? it had to have something pretty bad wrong with it to kill someone). and another is from severe thunderstorms in the area, and the plane crashed shortly after take off. as it is during winter down there when we would be going, that is not the most comforting, but i'm sure i'd just wait for the weather to clear if i was too scared. i think if i end up having to fly alone i'm going to need a benzodiazepines or something to tranquilize me. i don't want to turn into one of those crazies they have to restrain on the flight. ok, i probably wouldn't go all batshit crazy or anything, but i don't think i'd be much fun to sit next to for 10+ hours unmedicated. and those little weak alcohol drinks planes serve are expensive.

high horse

just cause you do brain research doesn't make me incompetent. i'm sorry if you don't understand what "you will need to sign a copyright agreement" means. that it does, in fact, mean you can not publish that article anywhere else. i will give you that i did not know the starting date of the publication. but don't make it seem like i am incompetent or say rude things like, "well, if you don't know let me talk to someone who does". besides, i offered to transfer you right from the start.

dropping like flies

so my company is "reorganizing", ie some people will be losing their jobs. and by "some people" i mean people who have the job title that i have. lately quite a few people have "left" the company. the latest was today. she was nice too, i liked her. my boss told me not to worry, it has nothing to do with the "reorganization" that she "left". we'll see...

spring cleaning

i need to start cleaning things out. as much as it pains me to say it, i think i may have too many clothes. at least for the current amount of space i have i have too many clothes. amd i guess i don't wear all of it. i could afford to get rid of some of it. it's just so hard, cause there's been so many times where i haven't worn something in a while, and then i end up wearing it again. or there's stuff i have that has some sentimental value. though i guess that stuff could at least be packed up. either way, i think i'm giong to start the daunting task of going through my clothes. and then, maybe i'll even move on to the rest of my room...

Update

so far i have managed to not buy any new clothes. i did go shopping when my mom was here, and i bought a pair of shoes at nordstroms and some clothes at buffalo exchange, but i don't think that counts. cause when your mom wants to go shopping with you, you go shopping with her. other than that, i've been really good about not shopping. even though i did feel like going shopping this weekend. i didn't. good thing i fell asleep so i couldn't go out.

a pledge

so i recently came across a particular blog about refashioning old clothing. there was a pledge you could sign up for about not buying anything new and manufactured. instead you would only do something new with your old clothes, or something you found at a thrift shop. i think i'm going to do my own little spin on this though. i'm not going to necessarily refashion my old stuff, but i will do the not buying new clothes thing. i'll try and go for 2 months. now, i can't make a promise that i won't be buying other stuff (i've kind of been on a home improvement in a decorating sort of way kick lately). we'll see how it lasts. so...on may 13 i can start to purchase new clothing again. let's all see if i last.

my valentines day so far

this year my valentines day started off well. i woke up and cuddled up with the argentinian as long as i could before having to get ready for work. i really didn't want to get up. i felt (and still do) so tired. things went a little downhill from there. there was insane traffic on my way to work. a normally 10 min drive took me 45+ minutes, which caused me to run out of gas. i then had to walk to the nearest gas station from half way up the offramp. upon reaching said gas station, i learned that one of those gallon container things costs $15. i had exactly $15 with me. i could not afford both the gas, and the container to hold it in. perfect. i then have to call my boyfriend to come save me, which he does, even though he is working on homework, and will be late for class. he really is the best. i couldn't have a better guy to be my "valentine". so now, i'm at work, where i really don't want to be. but at least i have tonight to look forward to.

for the last week or so the ladies room at my work has reminded me of something out of a horror movie. the lights over the sinks worked, but the rest of the lights were out, except for one lone flickering light. everytime i would use the restroom it would remind me of all those scenes where a girl gets attacked by some monster or villian. finally, after the day was half gone, the lights were fixed. i no longer think of being attacked when i'm at work.

new addition

so i went to the SPCA last night, hping to find a cute little animal to take home with me. and after about 2 hours of waiting (i had no idea it could take so long), i did. i found the cutest little kitten. someone else almost adopted her, but they brought out the wrong kitten to them, so i got the one i really wanted.she (i keep saying "she" cause i have yet to pick a name. any suggestions?) was scared at first and on the way home (naturally), but once we got home she calmed down immediately, and was so friendly and playful. she was exploring all over my room, and then when the argentinian and i started watching a movie, she cuddled up right between us and fell asleep. it was a little more than i thought it would cost, but totally worth it!

stars

From Photos of me ...

every once and a while, a moment comes where i feel just so content and happy with my life. it's not usually when i'm out at a party or something with friends. it's those really quiet moments. earlier this evening i was lying in bed with the argentinian. he was drifting off to sleep, while i lay awake watching the stars slowly come out through the window. i suddenly felt that this was all i needed to be happy (not in a "i need a man to be happy" kind of way, but in a "simple things can make your life seem full" kind of way). i had his arms around me, as he nuzzled up closer to my neck, while he whispered, "i love you" so quietly that it's only between him and i, and i felt completely happy. i think i could be the luckiest girl in the world.

i'm not sure why, but i have been dubbed the next one at work (in our team) to get engaged by this one woman. now, there aren't a whole lot of us single gals left on our team. i think there are maybe 4, not counting the 2 that are engaged (oh, and the one guy who is single, who has been with his girlfriend for 12 years. that's right. 12 years. i think he should just do it already). and one has been with her boyfriend a whole lot longer than me and my boyfriend. i mean, not that it matters the length of time you are with someone, and not that i wouldn't be absolutely 100% thrilled to be engaged to my boyfriend if it were to happen. but i'm just not sure how i won that title.

why is it that every time i come to work dressed in a more "professional" way my boss is never around? here i am, trying to make a good impression, present myself the way i'm supposed to if i want to get promoted (or so i have assumed from what was said) and it's all for naught. i swear. every. single. time. of course the days i wear jeans Boss is always around.

the poor man's lindsay lohan

now that miss lohan is in rehab, you may be concerned that you won't get your daily fix of her. but never fear. for there is another young starlet (though perhaps B-list?) to take her place. at least in the looks category.

behold exhibit A, the real lohan:



exhibit B, jena malone (who i happen to find VERY annoying. especially in pride and prejudice):



do they not look very similar? i'm sure it is mostly that they are both sporting long dark/blackish hair. they look way more alike than i ever have noticed.

question

when it's nearly 3:30 am, and you have to be up by 6:15 am or so, do you make it an all nighter, or do you try and sleep for the 2+ hours you have left? i hate it when i have so much weighing on my mind. things get so complicated now. i truly long for the days when things were simpler.