Stop calling me

I've come to the conclusion that I cannot meet a regular guy. They are all either jerks or psychos. And then there's the guy who stalks you.

I met this guy at Pat Mitchell's birthday party a few weeks ago (not the stalker, though I'm sure that's the guy everyone really wants to hear about). He seemed cool. Kind of pulled the "oh you're so beautiful" lines on me, but I was willing to look past the cheesey line usage. Or maybe I just liked the attention. He said that I was a cool girl and gave me his phone number, usually I don't get phone numbers from the guys I meet. I didn't call him, but I thought maybe, for once, I could get to know this guy better and maybe, for once, something good would happen. I told Robin about my interest in him and she says to me, "you know he has a girlfriend, right?"

What? Stop hitting on me if you have a girlfriend!! What the hell??

They've been together off and on since high school, so that's probably like six years or something. I also found out that he's a "sweet talker" and that the whole thing was just an act anyway. He pulled the same thing on Karen!! I mean, I never expect anything from guys, I usually write them off right after I meet them. The one time I let my guard down and actually start having feelings, I'm the one whose been written off.

Jerks man. So, I've given up. That's it.

If your friends can't even set you up with decent guys, what's the point anyway?

They say you were something in those formative years

Robin likes her eighth grade boyfriend. Again.

I’m not really sure what happened, but Robin and her ex-pseudo-boyfriend met again last Thursday while his band was playing at a local coffee house. I say pseudo because they dated for about a week in eighth grade, and we all know that doesn’t really mean anything. They hung out (and made out) together all weekend, including during his birthday celebration.

Funny, because he was also my pseudo boyfriend in ninth grade. Pat Mitchell is his name. Always a super nice guy, but just could never hold on to the chicks long enough. We “went out” for a twenty-four hour period where we did not see or talk to each other until I called him and said “look, this isn’t going to happen…” He had bought me flowers because the next day was Valentine’s Day. He told me this past weekend that he gave the flowers to his mom.

Anyway, so Robin and I always joked about how we both kind of went out with this guy like a million years ago. Well, this weekend was his 21st birthday and he invited Robin to his party type thing at this Irish restaurant near DC. Robin called me and said that she liked Pat Mitchell again, and I invited myself to his birthday party because I wasn’t about to let Robin ditch me on a Friday night. No way.

His birthday thing, which I thought was just going to be a bunch of kids hanging out at a bar, was actually a dinner thing that included like twenty-five people and Pat’s family. I hadn’t seen Pat in six years, so I felt like a complete asshole showing up to his intimate birthday gathering. But, oddly enough, it was a great time. And his dad picked up the entire tab. Classy.

I mean, I cannot tell you how much fun it was to hang out with Pat Mitchell, he’s still as nice as ever and a really cool guy. And he told me he is totally “smitten” with Robin. How cute!

It’s weird how people you’ve brushed off for years can suddenly come back into your life. It’s like it’s fate or destiny and then that “everything happens for a reason” mentality suddenly doesn’t seem that far fetched.

My cousin the prom queen!!!!!! Isn't she hot?? Man that takes me back. Not that I was the prom queen. (We all know that it should have been Karen!!!!!!!) But man, high school. That was a long time ago. It's fun remembering all the stupid things I thought and did. Man, I was DUMB.

Anyway, I'm so proud of my cousin Katie P for being the most popular girl in her high school.

Wisdom teeth are BS

I have to apologize to my loyal readers for not posting anything new on here for a few weeks. I try to post something at least once a week but I've been kind of out of it lately.

Last Thursday I had my wisdom teeth removed. Sure, it was fun for awhile. Doped up on vicodin, not really caring that you look like a chipmunk or that you can't eat anything but milkshakes and soup. Your brother laughs at you but still brings you your ice cream while your mom's at work. But then, the vicodin loses it's appeal. Mainly because you stop taking it because you don't want to get addicted or anything, so you move to Motrin, which doesn't make you as happy. It's still 800 milligrams, but it's just not doing the trick. And then your mouth still hurts. It's not even like a sharp stabbing pain, but a dull annoying pain that doesn't ever go away. You realize that it's not cool not brushing your back teeth and the holes from the surgery continue to ooze leaving your mouth with this awful bitter taste and you wake up to find brown drool on your clean, white, 400 thread count pillow. And you still can't eat anything.

I mean, yeah I can eat. But only in tiny bites. I like to shove food in my mouth and be done with it, taking regular sized bites. And you know what, I love ice cream, I feaking love it to death, but I can't handle just eating ice cream. I need variety. I've chewed on some rice, some really soggy cereal because I let it soak up all the milk so it's easier to chew, a few pieces of chocolate, and some mushy strawberries. This is total crap.

Yeah, no one wants to hear about my battle with open mouth wounds, there are more important things in the world. Sorry, but this not really eating too much thing is making me crazy. The good news: I think I lost five pounds.

Better luck next time.