Crazy Moment Numero Uno

Let us all take a brief moment to appreciate the utterly stupid state of worry one can go into when one’s significant other suddenly changes some random pattern of behavior.

Take today, for instance. I got up and went about my day as usual. Work. Class. And then I decided to see when Mr. Mysterious ( I’m calling him that now since everyone else gets to call their “others” some cute name. Ben what does newf mean?) is working. So I text him.

“Are you working today?”

I then continue about my day. Lunch with friend. Oil change in car. Buy cats new scratchy thingy so they will leave my couch the fuck alone. Nothing. So I text again to tell him I am heading home ( we live thirty minutes apart ) and to have a good evening. I drive home. I am fine up until this point when various Crazy Person Scenarios began to enter my head. I have listed them from Reasonable to Lock Her Up She’s Nuts and Has Lost All Grip With Reality and back to Reasonable.

Scenario One: He’s severely hungover and has been sleeping all day.

Scenario Two: He’s been in some sort of accident and can’t answer because of the body cast.

Scenario Three: His ex girlfriend showed up out of nowhere and now he is spending the whole day with her and not you.

Scenario Four: He was abducted by Aliens who took his phone to study our lame methods of communication.

Scenario Five: No seriously he’s probably sleeping.

So I text him again.

“I’m only slightly worried you are dead in a ditch somewhere. Give me a call to let me know you are alright when you get a chance”

Nothing. I call. Nothing. I wait. I call again. Nothing. I contemplate taking some sleeping pills just so I won’t have to think about it anymore. Finally he texts me back.

” Baby. I was sleeping. I felt like shit. Sorry for making you worry =(“

Okay fine. I was right the first and fifth times. I would like to add that I never once hyperventilated or cried which just goes to show that I am growing as a person. Either that or taking St. John’s Wort for “Mood Support” really does work. Does anyone else do this? Please say I’m not the only one.

Progress.

Well Dear Readers (both of you),

My favorite holiday is very very nigh. That would Halloween. Not Christmas. I hate Christmas. I LOVE Halloween. It has been my favorite since I was very young. Of course up until I was like twelve I played dress up every day. Now I try to reserve it for this special holiday or other “Special Occasions.” So like a good girl I went to the Giant Halloween Superstore to look for costumes. They had more choices than I could ever imagine. There were professional costumes like this and Fairytale costumes like this . I could pick whichever one I wanted.
Dear Readers, it was standing there in front of the rows and rows of costumes by Leg Avenue that I realized the true problem women face in our society. A girl really can be anything she wants to be…. as long as it’s slutty. She can be a nurse, a cop, a firefighter, a pirate or even a fairy princess. As long as she shows plenty of legs and tits a girl can get anywhere in life. It doesn’t take brains or a degree, just thigh highs, boots and a short skirt (preferably in a polyester blend).
I broke down. I tried on Sheriff Sexy and Vixen Pirate Wench, neither of which fit the top half of my body very well, and decided Leg Avenue just wasn’t for me. I decided I would create my own costume instead of purchasing one pre-made. I, Ladies and Gentlemen, am going as Joan of Arc….but sexy. Because if every other girl is going to look like a slut, the crazy girl who talks to god mays as well too.

Sorry. What was I saying?

So I haven’t blogged here in over a month. So much for that keepin-it-together thing. You bloggers out there who blog every day or at least every other day are very impressive to me. My mom does this. She blogs every day. And she works all day. What do I do? I get wrapped up in stuff. That’s what I do. I get distracted by the new episode of The Girls Next Door or my homework or the new Boy and all of a sudden it’s a month later and I have nothing to show for it. Oh well. Moving on.

The ex boyfriend, now friend, is planning on moving across the country so I will be keeping both the cats and thus ensuring my slow conversion to Cat Lady.

School is going well. I take it one Tuesday/Thursday at a time and try like hell to keep up with the damn internet classes. I think I’m doing alright.

I work at a bank. That’s all I really have to say about work.

I should probably be looking for a post-graduation job but I think I’ll save that for that actual post graduation part. In related news I had to order my cap and gown a couple of weeks ago…scary.

I am sure that I have many hilarious stories to tell about the Boy and how his metal head friends like to get drunk and pump up the 80s Genesis loving volume but that’s for another day. Right now I’m going to go back to catching up with Ben and his super cute pooches.

Once More With Feeling…

I have done this before. Registered a blog, picked a background, written for a while and abandoned said blog. I loved the last blog I had but I fell out of touch. It was no longer who I was. I am always changing.

So now I’m back and I have had quite the summer. I began the summer moving into an apartment with a boyfriend who I cared about very much. I knew the relationship was wavering and I thought I could make it work. Eventually, however, I realized I could not make myself feel something that just wasn’t there anymore. As my mom says, he just wasn’t “The One.”

So now I live alone. With my cat. I am the Cat Lady. No not quite because I am pretty sure the Cat Lady has a minimum of five cats and after my ex boyfriend takes his half, I will just have the one.

So now that I live alone, I need more outlets. I started painting again, which is something I abandoned a long time ago and have been meaning to get back into. I need to start running again. And I am blogging again. Perhaps this time I can keep it together.

I’ll warn you, I blog at random and about random things. It could be one sentence about my mental health status for the day or it could be a 200 word essay on how Buffy the Vampire Slayer changed my life. You never know. Right now I am just enjoying the single college life. Dating is interesting. School is stressful and I am happy. Besides now I know blogging is in my genes. You will have to read my mom’s blog to see that. If you know me personally I only ask that you try not to look at the pictures of five-year-old-me in the bathtub. Thanks.

See you around.