Daring to Be » 2006 » January

So about 20 minutes after I wrote last night’s entry, I received a text message from the cute, albeit two years younger, coworker.

We’re going to “catch a movie or some such thing” Friday night. Three weeks to the day after I went on a date with a 31 year old. (Who happened to inspire this entry. Let me sum up by saying I am tired of games, and quite frankly, he is too old to be playing them.)

I just like males of all ages, don’t I?

It should be interesting. I’ve never been against dating people younger than me. My sister’s boyfriend is 2 years younger than her. A good friend of mine is dating a guy almost 4 years younger than her. I just can’t believe I am actually at the age where dating someone younger isn’t completely abnormal, for we’re both in our twenties.

Oh, and before you ask. He’s 6′4″. Therefore though his age may categorize him as a boy, I don’t think I have to worry about whether or not he’ll find me cuter without heels on.

I still remain acutely aware of the fact that I have been writing alot about my dating life. Just because it’s been rather busy and exciting as of late. I could write about school, work, or a variety of other topics. I’ve got to be honest with you, though. I’m kind of liking my newfound popularity. Between R and D I was single and lovin’ it for two years. I’m going to enjoy being young and unattached while I still can. What’s more, I’m going to continue writing about it until you all go batty and demand I shut up.

Which I doubt I’ll do.

This? Is just way too cool. It gives a snippet of each SK blog that has been recently updated. Excellent idea Lance!

Ya know… I know quite a few people who aren’t on the SK Blogroll yet. Like you, you, you, you, and you… and there’s a few more you’s but wow that’s alot of linking to type out.

There’s no excuse to not to be on it. I mean, you’re from SK, no? And you blog, no? Then get on the SK Blogroll. See? No excuse. Says who? Says me.

Plus, it makes you feel special when you see your link on everyone’s blog.

Oh, and my stunningly gorgeous and multi-talented cousin Megan now has a Flickr site. Yay!

Want to know something funny? Cute law boy mentioned here? Has a girlfriend. So that’s why he didn’t ask for my number. For some reason this amuses me.

Told ya I had a whole schwackload of bad karma coming my way.

He was too short anyway.

My new rule? Tall boys only. Friday night, after removing my heels for they were killing me, I was informed by another cute boy that I was “much cuter short”.

Um, excuse me? I wasn’t aware cuteness was directly correlated with height.

That’s like way back in ‘03 the boy I had a crush on informed me that I was not “allowed to wear heels” around him. You know what else? I actually liked that boy enough to go out and buy myself a new pair of flat shoes to wear around him. The things we do!

Notice I’ve called them all boys. Reason number 1: Real men wouldn’t hit on someone else if they had a girlfriend. Reason number 2: Real men aren’t intimidated if a girl is taller than he is.

So. From now on am only dating tall boys, and short, medium, or tall men. For real men don’t care if the woman they are dating is as tall as, or taller, than they are! 

(How quickly this post moved from shameless plugs to the complexities of males! Perhaps should be renamed “Brea’s Dating Diary”!)

February break is coming up in two weeks. What stands between me and a week of freedom:

-Health project
-French test
-French composition
-English paragraph
-English essay
-Nutrition midterm
-two Brownie meetings that must be planned and carried out

Except my week of freedom is really just a week of not having to go to class. I could work more, but have decided against it. Instead, I want to catch up and hopefully get ahead of things for my return to school after the break. All these years I thought calling it “Reading Week” was just a joke. Looks like it’s going to become reality for me.

In other news:

So I thought The Bay’s Christmas party was beginning of November? I was wrong. That was just a staff party. Christmas party was last night. I also thought it would be L-A-M-E. Again, wrong. I had quite a bit of fun. Especially flirting with a 20 year old. Ha. Except that dancing a wee bit too close at a work function? Is more than likely going to result in being front row center of workplace gossip. Meh. I only work three shifts a week, and we don’t even work on the same floor.

Oh boy. At the risk of being accused of basing my happiness on members of the opposite sex, I do have to let y’all in on what an interesting weekend guy wise it was. Sounding board, that’s all.

I didn’t mention how I saw D at Whiskey Jack’s Friday night. Why? Because I honestly did not even care. My reaction was more “Hey. That’s D.” Much better than “There’s D, the boy who RIPPED MY HEART OUT AND STOMPED ON IT A MILLION TIMES JUST FOUR SHORT MONTHS AGO!” like one would’ve expected after how I carried on about it when we broke up. I was rather wrapped up in the cute law boy, but not so wrapped up that I did not notice D had facial hair and, well, looked rather creepy. So that was run in with an ex number one of my weekend.

Run in with an ex number two happened today. R was shopping, he stopped by and visited me while I was working. My heart? Went pitter patter. Then filled with sadness, which I masked with pleasantries and small talk. Ya think after two years I would be fine right? Nope.

Honest. To. God.

It’s just… no wonder I haven’t had a whole lot of luck since R. I mean, I have years worth of bad karma headed my way from the gazillions of mistakes I made in our two and a half year relationship.

I know he made plenty too. I just started it, and made alot more. Those of you who witnessed much of the saga can’t even try to tell me differently. Because there’s plenty only I know, unfortunately.

Now that I’ve satisfactorily made an idiot out of myself on the web, and aired way too much personal information, I suppose I should get a start on that list of stuff that stands between me and life.

I had a dream last night that a girl and I were getting into trouble at work because we did a shot in the washroom.

Meanwhile, another couple of girls were smoking up. But they didn’t get into trouble.

I was so angry I quit. It felt good.

(A gazillion other things were weird about the dream, like making “sushi” but really it was just big vegetable rolls, and also there were a bunch of brand new baby kittens that were so cute. Oh, and I was meeting a guy’s family for the first time, and I brought two other guys as dates. What?)

Sometimes I wonder about the stuff my mind comes up with.

Small world story. Went out last night for some big law student beer night. Met a cute boy. Talking. Found out he played hockey for Nipawin Hawks for two years. So of course we were bound to know some of the same people. First name he throws out? A relative of mine. Creeeeepyyyyy.

He was cute. We danced and flirted alot. Then he didn’t ask for my number. Huh? This is why men need to come equipped with handbooks, people.

I’m hungry, cold, and I slept in way too late. I need to clean my room and start on homework. Two midterms on the same day next week. Oh joy.

Appetizer
Choose one: Popcorn, Pizza, Pretzels, Peanuts, or Pasta.

Popcorn. Hands down. I’m sure Megan would agree. We’re the popcorn girls.

Soup
Describe your personality in terms of a particular vehicle.

This is tough, since I know zero about vehicles. I’ll just compare myself to a convertible. When the top is up, it’s a practical car. Much like me. Most of the time I am a practical, studious university student. Then you can take the top down on a convertible and all of sudden it is a bit more racy and alot more fun. Much like how I become when I don’t have to be studying. Sidenote: that does not mean my top comes down, or off. It just means I am way more fun when I break free from the shackles of assignments, midterms, and essays.

Salad
If you won a shopping spree, from which store would you want it to be?

Oh man. Now that’s a tough question. I would have to say Le Chateau. I do not shop there all that often because it’s too expensive, though I like alot of their clothes.

Main Course
Which television show re-runs do you enjoy watching?

I’ve always been partial to reruns of The Golden Girls and The Wonder Years because those are the shows I watched growing up. Unfortunately, none of the channels I have now show either of the two. I guess that’s okay though, since I like to keep my TV watching to a minimum.

Dessert
If you could look into the future, how far down the road would you like to see? 10 years? 100 years? A million?

Only 10, for purely selfish reasoning. Right now, school consumes me and I am more interested to see if I get what I want accomplished academically rather than looking further to see what future generations accomplish.

10 things I have done in the last 24 hours:
1) Voted.
2) Made delicious little cheesy appetizers for Megan’s election party.
3) Attended said election party.
4) Actually made it to my one T-TH class, which happens to be my Shakespeare class (read: boring) and also happens to be at 8:30 AM.
5) Had a wonderful hour and a half nap (not during class, though I was tempted.)
6) Vaccuumed my entire house except for bedrooms. Amazing feat, seeing as how I swear the vacuum cleaner weighs more than I do.
7) Spent way too much money on useless stuff at Wal-Mart (deep conditioner, face mask, combination locks.)
8) Bopped around like an idiot to Madonna’s “Confessions on a Dance Floor” album.
9) Talked to my Mom on the phone. She’s been in Florida since last Tuesday, gets back late Thursday creepy emails from some dude I don’t even know.

10 things I will do in the next 24 hours:
1) Go tobogganing with my Brownie group.
2) Drink hot chocolate and eat cookies after tobogganing.
3) Forget the world exists whilst soaking in a bubble filled tub with the deep conditioner I bought in my hair, and face mask on my face.
4) Do approximately 3278 loads of laundry.
5) Weasel out of going to the gym with my sister at 7 AM.
6) Spend 12 hours at school, tomorrow is Wednesday. Yee-haw.
7) Ignore homework until the last possible second.
8) Find out I miserably failed a French quiz.
9) Have another group meeting for my god forsaken Health project. Did I mention how much I hate group work?
10) Spend more money on food, for I am too lazy to pack a lunch.

Wow, that was amazingly hard. Apparently I don’t do a heck of a lot, if finding 10 things proved to be a brain work out.

Appetizer
About how many times per day do you check your email?

Oh, about 100 times? Only because instead of opening IE, I just click the little email link on MSN Messenger. But serious checks? ~3: morning, afternoon, and night. More if I’m expecting an email, like I am now, but I have a feeling it’s just never going to arrive.

Soup
If you had the money to collect something really valuable, what would it be?

Paintings. Imaginus posters don my walls right now, and cheap as they are, the real things would be that much better.

Salad
Write a sentence using the letters of your favorite beverage. (Example: The egret admires.)

Will always treat everyone respectfully. (Yes, water is my favourite. After all, I can’t live without it!)

Main Course
If you could be on a game show, which one would you want it to be?

Wheel of Fortune wins hands down! I used to watch it with my Grandma all the time, that and Jeopardy, but I suck at trivia.

Dessert
Name 3 computer programs or web sites you would hate to be without.

Blogger, Limewire, and Windows Media Player.

Right now I want to throw a temper tantrum. Kick, scream, punch pillows, all the while yelling at the injustices of the world.

I just DO NOT understand members of the opposite sex.

At all.

I’m about thisclose to swearing off all males. Give me a one-person apartment, five cats, and a single bed… and hell, even though I want to be a mother one day, it’s 2006, I don’t need a man for that either!

Rawr.

Yes, I’m pissy. And yes, it’s a “man’s” fault. Though he hardly can be called a man, for if he was a man, he would not be acting like such an idiot. Thankyouverymuch.

(Or perhaps I am just overly paranoid, and I’ll write a post in a couple of days being all “Hee. I over-reacted. Sorry!”)

Until then, I’m going to stay in man-hating mode. I’m sick of letting males make me sad, so I’ll move straight onto anger. Good idea, no?

When I think of my hometown I think of a place where life is simple and, well, boring. Main street is two blocks long. Most everything is closed on Sundays. Nothing is open past 11 PM. Everyone knows who you are, even me, and I haven’t lived there full time in 4 years, and only go back once every six months or so.

If you picture Carrot River, picture a place that around this time of year looks like a postcard. All snowed in, white, cozy, and most of all just a typical sleepy small town where nothing much exciting goes on.

Guess I was wrong.

Of course I know more than the article states. In a small town, news travels fast, rumours even faster. Let me just point out that it is a downright lie to say that the officer and suspect don’t know eachother. I know the officer and like I mentioned, I haven’t lived there in four years. I also personally think the shooting and the victim’s occupation are linked. This cop is sort of known to be on a power trip, oh, all of the time. I’ve never heard of anyone who likes him. Now, that does not mean he deserves what happened. No. I simply think there could be a connection.

It’s a sad story, and I find it hard to wrap my mind around this happening in Carrot River. I am very happy he is going to be okay. I am very happy it is not anymore of a tragedy than it already is.

I finally added the script for the SK blog list that Catprint in the Mash came up with. If you’re a SK blogger, get at ‘er.

As well as go check out a few of the many, many SK blogs on the left, under my flickr badge.

Also check out Not the Status Quo, a blog I added today. I’ve been reading him via Wes for the last couple of months, it was about time I added his link to the list of blogs I frequent.

Lately, the amount and quality of updates on this here bloggy blog has been atrocious. May as well bring on school assignments, since apparently this blog is just a form of procrastination, and I have nothing to put off right now.

Except Shakespeare. I should be reading Shakespeare.

Screw Shakespeare.

Actually. I’ll be honest. I haven’t updated much lately because I’m not even sure who reads this anymore. So even though it was National De-Lurking week last week, I think y’all should come out from the shadows and say hi. Just so I don’t write about how much I cannot stand so-and-so only to have them come forward saying they read my blog, and I end up feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet. Kind of like I felt on Saturday night, after I promised, and followed through, on getting Theresa Sokyrka’s autograph for my dear cousin Megan.

But that’s another story for a different time.

Please don’t make me beg, and just leave a comment already. Otherwise you are a creep who lurks in dark corners and is also most likely a serial killer. Why? Because I said so.

That’s why.