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sunshine_jasmon
Sep. 14th, 2009
05:05 pm - On losing friends and why Sydney is frozen in time...
First, I'll start with Sydney frozen in time. I had several people comment to me prior to my move that they believe Australia to be the United States of the 1950's. Hmmm...seeing as how the 1950's had to be the most boring decade to belong to US history, I wasn't exactly jumping up and down at that prospect. But, after one month (plus a handful of days) I can say with some authority that in fact, Australia is a little 1950's US-ish. And here's why:
- Gender roles are more clearly defined in Australia than in the US. Now, being a liberal, progressive woman, one may think I would find this fact a little disheartening. But, quite the opposite, I find that it lends to the charm of Australian culture. There isn't this overwhelming need to be politically correct and universally non-offensive. For example, a story on the morning news in the US about child rearing would be addressed to both parents...in Australia, the teaser would go something like this, "Mums! Are you having troubles getting little Johnny to stop wetting the bed?" See the difference?
- Going a little further with the non-political correctness - the issues of racisim and classcism, both of which are much more pervasive in Australian culture. For example, most Australians would find nothing wrong with saying, "that's a working class pub." Or, "that's a working class part of town." It's just like making any other statement, like, "that restaurant serves food." But, to an American, identifying anything (and especially loudly, and in front of polite company) as "working class" would be a massive, put your foot in your mouth, faux pas. Now, racisim. This one is a bit more touchy. In this case, most people will at least whisper (or say nothing at all, leaving their silence to speak volumes), but, the chasm between Aboriginals and Australians is still quite wide and deep, and clearly deeply ingrained in the culture.
- There is a feeling of safety, sincerity and happiness, notably missing from American culture, that defines life in Australia. People are genuine and sincerely happy. I no longer feel that lurking around every corner there may lie some threat to my safety. I feel safe, so much so that I rarely lock my door. And neither do my neighbors. It is just a much safer country filled with happy, friendly people (not to be confused with Texas where women appear happy due to finishing classes and botox, and men mistake safety for the semi-automatics they are permitted to carry, concealed, on their person at all times).
Now, onto losing friends. Unfotunately, it has become a sad reality in my life. Why do some friends come and go? I question myself, how can you not?
The latest of my friends to vanish is Erin, a woman whom I thought I was establishing a close personal bond. She was quite open about her feelings when I told her I was moving to Australia. She thought I may be running from man to man, and maybe I needed to slow down. I really valued her opinion. And I told her so. It's great to have a friend who can be so open and honest, even when opinions differ.
I wasn't able to see her before leaving for Australia. We had planned a get-together to celebrate her birthday and my going-away. But, Nick got sick and was terribley jet-lagged. We had so many parties planned back-to-back. I knew that if he didn't sleep and feel better, he would be dragging through the next couple days worth of parties. So, I made the decision to go back to the hotel, give Nick a chance to rest-up, and miss Erin's party. I haven't heard from her since.
Erin is someone who is quite independent. The entire time I've known her, she has never had a relationship. She values her independence. I can only speculate here, but I think she sees me as someone who has put a man in front of her. And based on the strong opinions she expressed, I think she really struggled with my decision to move to Australia. I don't think that transplanting her life for a man or a relationship is something she would ever even consider...or certainly never do fresh out of one relationship.
I may have thrown caution to the wind. I understand completely that this whole Australia experiement could have gone terribley wrong...but, it didn't. And I knew it wouldn't, because I know Nick. And I know how I feel. And why am I suddenly defending my decision? Back to the whole: I question myself, how can you not?
It never feels good to see a relationship evaporate, and especially for no good reason. But, such is the nature of life.
So, signing off again for now...cheers and g'day!
Sep. 10th, 2009
02:37 pm - wow...lots to update
So, after much encouragement from Melissa, I have decided to return to livejournal. Now, if only I can find people to read this damned thing.
Updates that seem important:
- I moved to Sydney, Australia from Indianapolis, Indiana and have been living happily in Sydney since August 8, 2009.
- I got engaged two days before my 30th birthday to the most wonderful man (the same man that was the catalyst for the above move)
- I am in the midst of planning a wedding in San Francisco, to be held on January 23, 2010 (which is about 4 months away)
- I am discovering a whole new way of life and culture every day, some experiences positive, some frustrating, and some frustratingly negative.
So, more on that last bullet point. When I decided to up and move to a new country, I may have slightly romanticized the idea of life in a foreign country. Who wouldn't, right? I also expected and prepared for the normal period of adjustment that follows a big life-changing event.
I arrived in Sydney, and on day one had a near melt-down (and Nick's wiring shared my near meltdown). I was exhausted, having traveled for 24 straight hours. He had made wonderful plans for us to go out to a beautiful meal at a restaurant overlooking Bondhi beach. As I was getting ready, I discovered that my outlet adapter wouldn't adapt. My hairdryer and my straightening iron (both essentials in my beauty arsenal) caused sparks and shorted fuses. I walked around to nearly every free outlet in his house, trying my adapter with my hair appliances. I tried the outlet in his living and a large, firey spark resulted followed by a plume of smoke from my iron...and I began to cry. Thoughts in my head raced, "what am I doing here? Why did I move? Everything is so foreign! My goddamned hair looks like shit and Nick is taking me out to a really, nice restaurant...what am I going to do!"
At this point, my darling fiance grabbed me and held me tightly. "I know this will be a difficult transition, Katherine [he calls me sometimes by my full name], but I promise to do everything I can to help make the transition easier. Tomorrow, we'll go out and buy you new Australian hair appliances." And we did.
Other adjustments: driving on the left side of the road. I never know which way to look as I cross the street. The accents, some I understand with no trouble, others are so thick, you could slice them like butter. And those are the people that can never understand me. So definitely, I'm experiencing some language barriers.
[on a side note, my favorite language barrier story. Everyone here uses the word "full-on" to describe something that is intense or extreme, i.e., her purple mohawk is full-on or his accent is so full-on that I can't understand what the fuck he's saying. So, I asked Nick shortly after arriving, "what does full-on mean?" and he responded, "it's when you're really lonely, like on a deserted island. In my head I think, "hmmm...that's not at all the meaning I derived from conservations." It wasn't until the next day that I realized, "right! Aussies drop their r's the way Bostonians do...Nick thought I asked the meaning of forlorn." And, he did.]
It's been most difficult dealing with all of the time on my hands. I hate to complain about too much time on my hands, because I know as soon as I'm gainfully employed and busy again, I'll complain about too little time. Such is life. I don't like large periods of time to fill with nothing much to do. I've explored some of the major attractions, the opera house [and it definitely is a monument to the clitoris], the botantical gardens, the museums. And, they are all spectacular. And, I've become so familiar with my little neighborhood; I know nearly every shop on the darling little street, aptly named, Darling St. I've recently joined a gym and am back to marathon work-outs just to try and fill large blocks of time in my day. Tomorrow, I begin volunteering, and am so excited about the prospect of human interaction between the hours of 8am and 6pm. I am so excited, in fact, that I am worried I may divulge my every thought to the other volunteers in a rapid, fast paced, breathless monologue, only to be told by the day's end that they really don't need extra help.
The positives: Nick. I have the most amazing fiance, and the time I've been with Nick has only reinforced my belief that we are so right for each other and that I have made the best decision of my life. Nick certainly has his foibles, as I do as well. But, all those years that I've heard the montra "you just know when he's the right man," I thought those people were full of shit. And, come to find out, they're really not full of shit...My past relationships were. I've never had a man be this totally and completely in love with me (I know, gag, vomit, gross). But having this kind of mutual love and respect coupled with unconditional devotion is something so new and unfamiliar, it's definitely a little scary.
When I had a really rough day, he responded by sending me this lovely email [edited slightly, so as to avoid vomit on people's keyboards]:
I just wanted to send you this little note to let you know how much I truly love and adore you. You are quite simply the most incredible woman I have ever met. The fact that we are getting married fills me with so much happiness it’s barely comprehensible.
Anything, absolutely anything you ever need from me all I ask is that you let me know.
I will always be there to love and support you.
He is an amazing man, and was definitely worth the wait, the losers, the assholes, the loneliness, and now, the extreme self-consciousness that accompanies being a foreigner in a foreign land. He's worth all of it.
That's it for now...this was actually really fun (and killed about 1 hour of time). I will definitely begin posting more! Cheers and g'day for now.
Jun. 17th, 2008
11:04 pm - 103 weeks since my last update...
And my life has really changed. Reading all of those old entries made me feel a little nostalgic, a little sad, and a lot wiser. Life wasn't easy then, not that it's a picnic now, but I feel like a much stronger and more focused woman today than 103 weeks ago.
There is some sadness in my life, currently. My brother and his wife separated. Although I can't even begin to imagine the sadness and hurt they both feel, I know that this event is very painful for me. It's sad watching two people you care for deeply, be so hurt (and hurtful, though that's one-sided). My brother is in so much pain and he's feeling so much guilt over losing Amanda. And initially, I felt like Matt had fucked up. Now though, I see that Amanda is really crazy, not to mention sick. This is a long story, and I'm not going to rehash all the gorey details here. All I can say is that, while initially I was hoping for a reconciliation, I am now hoping for my brother to be shown the light and move forward with his life. He deserves a good wife who can be an adult, and he deserves to not feel all the pain and guilt that Amanda is making him feel.
That being said, John proposed in March (actually he proposed, then 3 days later Amanda annouced she was leaving Matt). We've been wedding planning like crazy. It's a huge process and every bit as overwhelming as you'd imagine. Thank god for over-involved mothers (like my Becky) to get down and dirty with the planning. Here's the low-down, thus far:
Location - the state capitol building and the Terrace at Market Tower
Colors - palette of greens
Dress - bought it in Florida, gorgeous duponi silk, long train
Flowers - bouquet is calla lilies
I will go more in depth in a journal posting soon. For now, it's 11:15pm, way past my bedtime.
xoxo
Jun. 9th, 2006
12:57 pm - Announcement
I suppose I have a somewhat big announcement to make...and really I'm distraught and a bit confused...the reason I am presenting my announcement to no one other than live journal.
John and I have been in discussions about moving together when I leave for grad school. Our options were California and Indianapolis. And whenever I'd talk to him about moving, he always seemed a bit wishy-washy. As in, "As long as everything goes well with my schooling and I graduate." Which, yes, I want him to graduate and that should be priority numero uno. But, in my mind, I felt like that was also his "out." His, "just in case" he didn't want to come along. Moving can be scary and frightening, and I wanted him to make this decision for him, and not for me. So I laid off and quit talking about it.
Well, suddenly, he begins talking about a house that he can buy in South Bend. The house is a really good deal because it requires a lot of work. He wanted to fix it up, live there for the month before we move, and then rent it out to his buddies. I was VERY against this idea, because I saw this becoming more trouble than it was worth. And, again, I saw it as another "out" for him. These are all feelings I never shared with him.
Just a couple days ago, he told me that his buddies are now buying the house without him. So the problem is this. The lease at the place he now lives in ends at the end of June. So, he'd have to move somewhere very temporarily (one month) and then onto wherever we go. Essentially two moves in less than two months.
Well, I asked him, "are you really coming with me?" and he said "yes." Apparently now, more so than ever before, he realizes how badly he wants to move. and I said, "school's done at the end of June for both of us, that's when your lease is done, so we can move to Indy the first of July." And, he agreed.
So, now I'm online looking for rental properties, etc. for my boyfriend and I.
Now, here's the confusion. When we initially talked about him coming with me...I was so happy. I love John and this has by far been the best relationship I've ever been in. And, if there's one thing I can say about John that is most important to me, is that he is someone that I can see myself building a life with. We have similiar values, and he values people, and he's respectful, and responsible and nice and treats me like a princess. For example, last friday he called and said, "get ready cause I'm picking you up." and he drove me to Lake Michigan, packed some wine, and we hiked up to a sand dune, drank wine and watched the sun set over Lake Michigan together. (vomit..I know it's cheesey but I love it)
Well, maybe I'm being a "girly-girl" here, but I thought moving in together would be romantic. I thought there'd be this conversation (similar to a marriage proposal) where we decide that we want to see a lot more of each other and we want to combine out stuff and our lives. And, it doesn't feel like that to me. It feels more like, hey it's convenient now, so let's do it. And, I'm scard.
I've never lived with a boyfriend before. Will the romance die? I mean as soon as I have to say to him, "no, don't go in the bathroom yet, it's still airing out," my pedastal days are over. And, what if things don't work out and we're trapped in a lease? And will all of these butterflies that I constantly feel for him fly away once I see him day-in and day-out? I don't know.
This will soon become the most serious relationship I will have ever had, and before John, I hadn't had a relationship in 3 years. The one prior, with Brad of course, doesn't count. So it's been a long time. And, I guess, for something that I was so excited about to suddenly make me this nervous, I think I need to re-examine this. Am I making the right decision? Is it that we're not ready? Is it my vanity (I don't want him to see me in my shitty-around-the-house clothes constantly)? I love what we have so much and I don't want to lose it...AAAAHHHHH. It's all so new!
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contemplativeMay. 26th, 2006
09:27 am - I hate my job
But, I always listen to my favorite radio show in SF which helps the time pass. Ok, funny thing, Energy 92.7 does listener comments every friday and this one listener phoned in and left this message that Energy 92.7 was a "pimple on the asshole of electronic music." hahahaha it was the funniest thing I've heard all week.
Date night tonight with my boyfriend. And yesterday we spent a long time talking about moving together. I think I may be convincing him to move...and don't freak out rumours, but it looks like Indy is a front runner. I want to be back in Cali, bad. But, Indy at least is an easy move for him and I can go to IU Bloomington and commute. And he really wants to buy a house, which he can more likely do in Indy then in Cali. I just wish he'd make up his f'ing mind so that I can at least plan. I really just need to plan like he's not coming, and if he decides to, good.
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annoyedMay. 9th, 2006
11:47 am - YAY!
I am so excited. Big trip plans, and John and I are really excited to get away and spend some quality time together with out having to worry about parents. And he said he has a surprise planned for me :D
Apr. 13th, 2006
02:43 pm - and 1 more post
I really, really, really like John. He is such a sweetie. He brought me a rose the other day. And yesterday, I told him I made it into grad school. What'd he do? He gave me a huge hug and kiss and told me he was "proud" of me. *sigh*
12:49 pm - 2 Journals in 1 Day
I feel old today.
Several reason...and they all came to this crux today.
First, I was making fun of my parents friends when they told a story about licking their fingers to turn a book page. And I responded, "who actually licks their finger to turn a page?" and he said, "when you get old, darling, your finger loses that natural oil and it becomes harder to do."
Well, not a page has turned today by an unlicked finger.
Second, I was reading this stupid girlie magazine (which I really try to avoid). They put this article in about how women tend to apply their makeup in an outdated fashion. Apparently women apply makeup the way that was in style when they were young. Then, the article proceeded to say that, "applying a lighter color all over the lid, a darker shade in the eye crease, and a high lighter on the brow bone is out of style." HUH? that's how I apply my eyeshadow. How can it be out of style. And then...that stupid f'ing article said that women approaching 30 and above need to apply their foundation upward. I HAVE TO APPLY MY FOUNDATION IN A PARTICULAR UPWARD DIRECTION TO AVOID HIGHLIGHTING MY FREAKING WRINKLES?
And, now that the weather is nice, I'm taking my runs outdoors (instead of just on the treadmill). I would say that I am definitely active. But, I can barely move today. My body is so sore...and it's not just my legs, which would be typical second-day, post long-outdoor. But, no, it's my back and my legs and my arms and my face muscles and every other body part imaginable.
Oh my god, I am getting freaking old. My body (and cosmo) are telling me this.
10:53 am - The grossest thing just happened
I was sitting here at work typing on my computer when all of the sudden this giant, disgusting, black bug crawled across my keyboard...OH MY GOD! I screamed so loud, I embarassed myself. Now I have the creepy-crawlies.
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workingApr. 7th, 2006
09:21 am - IMPEACH BUSH....
what an asshole! I wish he'd get a blow job.
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anxiousMar. 28th, 2006
12:07 pm - ugh
exactly what I was afraid of happeneing, happened. Last night, I got stood up. Why is this so common with men. Why do they always RUN? I am so frustrated and pissed off. This has not been a good day.
Mar. 25th, 2006
05:00 pm - 2 things to say
One, I have discovered a whole new genre of music. Until iTunes, I never had access to all of this music. I love Indie and Brit pop. Oh my god, I never knew such great music existed. I have been glued to the computer downloading songs like a maniac. The Smiths, who knew they were so great?!?! And, Voxtrot, my latest obsession, they rock my world. It's like the deeper I dig, the more I discover that I absolutely love. I remember feeling so bored by music, like thinking that there just wasn't any good music out there. I just didn't know how to access it or what it was. I mean, who did I know that listened to The Smiths (although, these scary girls that I used to work with are coming to mind as I say that). I can't get enough of it.
And, two, I met a guy. Yes, here I go again on the whole guy thing. I like this one. But, I feel like damaged goods, because every time I start to really like someone I get hurt. And Carl was so hard to get over. That one was devastating. the new guy is saying all of the right things, and my heart is beginning to flutter when I think about him, but I'm scard shitless. I mean, it's like I want to believe him, and I want to enjoy meeting a good guy, but I don't...in the back of my mind I keep thinking he's full of shit. Any day now he'll disappear, or run away, or whatever it is that men do. I am really having this internal struggle between being excited and scard to death. I have bitten off every single one of my nails.
Feb. 21st, 2006
11:23 am - More Man Gripes
Errrr....why can't dating ever be easy? Hello dating gods, please make it easier...puh-lease. So, ok, I'm dating stupid wine guy and I was a little peaved that on Valentine's day I didn't even get so much as a damn text message. And Andy, who I've seen much less than wine guy, sent me the sweetest text message first thing in the morning. And then he sent another one that said, "If I was there, I'd take you out." That was sweet.
So, the weekend before last I was in Indianapolis, and this past Friday he called and set up plans for Saturday night. Well, Sat. afternoon, he called and left me a voice mail that said he "poisoned himself" last night and he wouldn't be able to make it out. Can he take a rain check. You know, that pisses me off. It's like I reserved that night for him, not that I had mega-opportunities to do a whole bunch of other stuff. Then, on Sunday, I had made plans with Christie to go to lunch and then go shopping. He called while I was at lunch and left another voice mail asking me to lunch that day. Whatever...he goes on vacation this weekend for like 10 days or something, so that gives me lots of time (and we haven't seen each other since the weekend before I went to Indy). I mean, it just doesn't seem worth it... It's like, I kept thinking he'd be my "for fun" guy. And, it's just not that fun anymore sitting at home while he's detoxing from being poisoned. I don't know why it even bothers me, that's the mystery of all of this stuff.
But, it won't bother me that much, cause I have hot Andy spending the weekened with me. My parents are going on vacation, so I"ll have the house all to myself (and Andy). This will be nice, because we haven't had enough time to really spend alone together.
I think what also bothers me is I'm in an area where meeting men is next to impossible. First, the only single men here are either a little skanky or 18 (or both). And second, I don't know where I'll be in May, or in August, or whenever. So, that makes it doubley difficult, because if I did even meet someone that I really like, I'm leaving to go to grad school (school unknown).
This is an obnoxiously long post about nothing. Grrr
Feb. 10th, 2006
Feb. 6th, 2006
05:26 pm - Sounding like Rumours here
But, sunday, I also had one of the worst hangovers in my entire life. I went out with the wino, and we started at Green Star to play shuffle board, and then moved to the club formerly known as Heartland. Ok, now here's the thing...I don't remember drinking that much. Maybe, and I mean maybe, like a couple drinks. And somehow, I got obliterated. Apparently, Chris went to the bathroom, and came out and I was talking to some guy. I started apologizing profusely to him (chris) and he was like, "what are you sorry for?" and I didn't know. And then I was...licking his face...uhhh....on the dance floor. This is all just wiped out of my memory. He took me home and I was like saying, just drop me off. It's ok, just drop me off. And he was like, why?
Ok, so in the morning, I woke up and was like what the hell happened the night before? He had to fill me in. I didn't remember ANYTHING. Scary. And, he was not feeling well. He left, and then, I got sick. I couldn't keep water down. I went into the bathroom and puked...and this is the weird thing, it was electric yellow, like the color of vitamin pee. And I didn't drink anything electric yellow. So I was like like what the hell am I puking. ANd i had such an awful headache. I felt like someone was squeezing my brain. So i took some tylenol, and then puked it right back up (orange). And, then I tried to drink more water, and that came all back up. It was awful. I finally got to fall back asleep, and got out of bed at 3:30.
I had a freakin' microbiology test today, that I studied almost all weekend for (excluding the greater part of Sunday morning). And, good news, I think I did really well.
Ok, I cannot stand that Brit right now. I have been entirely out of contact with him, except for the random email here and there. The last time he called me, he was all like, "keep in touch." So anyway, he writes me a random email to tell me he got promoted. So I wrote him back a nice congratulations, and then I told him that my grandma has been really sick (which she has been) and that she's been staying with us (which she has been) so I'm really preoccupied. But, I said nicely, I don't want to overshadow your good news. Ok, so he writes me back, I went snowboarding, it was so much fun. Hope you're well. Or something to that effect. I'm done. I don't want to hear from you and get these stupid fucking trite responses to my emails. I don't even care to keep in touch with him. I just respond to his fucking emails, and I'm nice, you know. I give him a really nice congratulations about his promotion, etc. And all i get in response to my grandma is really sick, is a "snowboarding is a lot of fun." AAGH. It just pisses me off, because this just cements all of the reasons you can't keep in touch with people after you've been linked romantically.
And, I think that's it with my bitches (which I've realized is my purpose on livejournal...to vent)
Jan. 29th, 2006
03:59 pm - I love Snowboarding
Oh my god, what a freaking blast! I spent the first maybe 2 and a half hours going down the hills on my ass, but then I started to get the hang of it. By "get the hang of it," I mean, I slid down the hill on my ass a lot less. But what an awesome sport. We spent the whole day pretty much at Swiss Valley. By about 5:30 or maybe later, I took a rough fall and I thought, that is it... if I fall one more time today my tailbone is going to snap off. And, then, for the entire evening in like 15 minute increments, I would find a new ache or pain or sore spot. All of us were at my brother's house and we ordered pizza, and we're all bitching and moaning like a group of old people about our acheing backs, or bottoms or whatever. After I got done eating the pizza I felt like SHIT. Like really bad, and my sis-in-law drove me home, where I proceeded to throw up (pizza)!
Anyway, with the exception of some minor (and major) aches and pains, I feel fine today. It was such a blast and I cannot wait to go again... and Andy is HOT!
Jan. 27th, 2006
10:28 am - Incompetence
I think I complain a lot... But here goes another complaint:
The people in my office are INCOMPETENT, with a capitol "I". It's really frustrating, because I'm just here part time, but I feel like I see it all. And, if it was just like slacking off while trying to sell people advertising, big deal. But we're dealing with people's health care. We're helping the poor and underserved get the health care they need, and these people are having to wait excessively long periods of time to get the health care, because we're unorganized and incompetent. Aaaaghhhhhh!
frustratedJan. 25th, 2006
07:06 pm - Umm..Interesting times
So I had my second date with the winery boy last night. I met him at the winery and I got to sample some wines. It is so pretty, the winery is out there in the middle of nowhere, Michigan. And his parents house is right there on the property, and there's all of the remnats of grape vines that are dormant for the winter as far as the eye can see. His parents are in Arizona for the month. We went out to dinner and had a bunch of wine there, and then went to his parents house. We were going to take a dip in the hot tub, but evidently the lid blew off and the water was only 90 degrees. We drank more wine, and then went into this bedroom that looks out into the vineyards. And, we started to get it on...a little. And then we were like MAKING OUT. And everything was going great, but I knew I wasn't ready to have sex yet, and he was being very respectful in spite of all of the making out. Well anyway, the next morning when I woke up we were cuddling and I said, "thanks for being so good last night." and he said, no worries. And you know, I said something to the affect of...I'm not ready for all of that yet. And I asked, "why were you so good?" and here you go...ready for the answer? He was like, "I have to tell you something..."
Let's just say, what he said was quite surprising. Maybe my "good time" guy can't be a "good time" guy.
I think I'm being stalked by a psycho. I met this guy in my online dating foray. He seemed really nice, we were emailing back and forth for a month. He was cracking me up in his emails. So last week, he said, look, I'm really enjoying our emails, but I'm thinking I'd like to talk to you on the phone. And I thought, well, he's nice, he has a good job (although that doesn't mean anything) and he wouldn't have emailed for like an entire month to do something crazy when he had my phone number. I just got back to him yesterday during the day, and I said sure give me a call and I gave him my cell phone number. Well, he called last night while I was with winery boy. Then, today, he called again while i was in class. Then, he just called AGAIN! PSYCHO! He hasn't even given me 24 hours to return his first phone call and he's already called 3 TIMES! That seems a little sketchy to me. I'm thinking that's not a good sign.
This weekend I'm going snow boarding with Andy. He's going to teach me how to snow board. Yummmmmm
And, I am going to try to make it down to indy for bremerton's b-day celebration. When exactly is this? The 17th?
OH MY GOD, MY PARENTS ARE DRIVING ME NUTS. MY MOM'S VOICE IS CONSTANTLY GOING. LIKE THE INSTANT I CAME HOME THIS MORNING FROM THE WINERY SHE WAS IN MY FACE, HOW WAS IT? WHERE'D HE TAKE YOU? WHAT'D YOU DO? WHERE'D YOU SLEEP! OH MY GOD, WOMAN! I WOULDN'T EVEN BE TELLING YOU ANY OF THIS YET IF I DIDN'T LIVE WITH YOU. AND THEN I SAY I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT AND I OFFEND HER...SOMEHOW SHE THINKS I CAN TELL HER ALL ABOUT THIS STUFF...AND WELL, I CAN'T. LIKE I GOT A BRAZILLIAN WAX YESTERDAY AND I HAD THE INTERROGATION, WHAT'S IT LIKE? DO THEY SEE YOUR THING? ARE THEY RIGHT DOWN THERE? DO THEY HOLD YOUR LEGS OPEN? THERE ARE NOT THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO TALK TO MY MOM ABOUT...SORRY.
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happyJan. 21st, 2006
03:25 pm - The Date Went Great
It really did go well. I was kind of nervous walking into club lasalle, cause, you know, it was a blind date. But, as soon as I walked in I thought he was HOT. And, we started talking, and he's funny and silly. And we drank A LOT of wine. And then the bartender bought us two desserts, this Baileys cheesecake and this peanut butter chocolate brownie thing. OH MY GOD. They were way too rich for me. But, then the bartender poured us this currant to go with it, and as soon as I finished the currant, I was out of commission. I was pretty tipsy. And I kept thinking, don't get drunk on a blind date.
Well, we moved over to the couches, and started cuddling up next to each other. And then the band started playing and they were great (we both love live jazz music.) And, he pulled me up, and started dancing with me. We were the only two dancing. hahaha.
So, I couldn't drive home. I thought there was no way. And the roads were pretty treacherous. He drove me home, and I left my dad's car downtown. And, I asked him to come in (because we were talking about the movie Garden State, and I love the song New Slang by the Shins that was featured on that album...so I invited him to come in and hear the album). And, we layed down, and cuddled, and kissed...and Kate fell asleep. I was OUT. and he fell asleep. And I woke up at 7am, and he was like, should I leave? It's freaking me out that there's a dad in this house (living with your parents not good for the dating life). And I walked him out, and we kissed goodbye and he said that he had a really great time.
So now I pick him apart: He seems like a nice guy, but he acts a little young. He's savvy about wine and the wine industry, but I don't think he's really intellectual. Kind of goofy that way, you know. Like a salesman. He's good looking. I'm not too sure he's at all interested in what I'm doing...like what I'm doing back in school, etc. So, I had a good time, but I think that's all he'll be...a good time. And, honestly, that is really OK with me.
Jan. 20th, 2006
07:37 pm - Kitty Cat Kate, out on a date
With the wine boy, ladies and gentlemen. Let's see if combining two loves (men and wine) will be like a cosmic explosion. Woo hoo. If there is a tear in the landscape of existence or some really sci-fi happening tonight, blame it on Kate dating a guy that has a winery. Here's the details, we're meeting at Club Lasalle, and we're drinking, what else, wine. I'll see if he's anything special or just a big blow-hard. Ha.
Ok, he just called, and there's freezing rain in Michigan, so he's running 10 minutes late. Ok, ten points for calling. Good start Chris.
Umm...bremerton, if you're reading this...get those pics up!
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