Saturday, November 22, 2014

I'm a fly that's trapped in a web, but I'm thinking that my spider's dead.

Obviously I haven't been blogging lately...and I'm honestly not even sure of what boring life event was the topic of my last boring blog. At this point, you can rest assured that on weekdays I am:
waking up too late
rushing to get to work
working like a maniac
leaving work too early
being anxious of everything for no apparent reason
shopping or reading
eating dinner
watching It' s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

On the weekends I am:
Working at Old Navy
Watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

As you can see, my life is very exciting and I have a lot going on right now.
I spent all day finishing Lena Dunham's book. I'll do a review of it for you, don't worry.
My car is getting inspected or something. I'm not sure what's going on cause it's 2:45 and I haven't heard anything. He says they close at 4 today... I'm never going to make it on time because no one is here to drive me out there.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

I know we've got problems, and I don't think we can solve them

So I've been laying in bed all day watching movies with Ben Affleck because I'm having some sort of weird conniption thing after I saw Gone Girl. I never thought he was attractive or even a good actor, but I've changed my mind now. I like when he talks in his Boston accent.
In other news, I saw Gone Girl. How did I like it? Clearly I liked Ben Affleck, but not much else. I thought all of the actors were pretty bland. I had a hard time describing myself...I thought that the overall tone of the movie was slow, but the plot was very fast paced and no one could keep up with it except Ben.
Before we saw Gone Girl, we got drinks at Burgatory and this new waitress dropped a milkshake in a glass behind me and it shattered all over my Northface and I got glass in my shoe. So the manager, Greg (who was very attractive), paid for our drinks and food and apologized a million and one times. We shoulda gotten a lot more food cause Greg would've given it to us "on the house".  But I was dreaming of movie theater popcorn.
I worked at ON on Saturday and it was uneventful. I was on register 90% of the time so it all went pretty quickly. Then I had to go to my friends house for "game night". Sometimes I wonder why people invite me places. They're like "Let's play Cards Against Humanity" and I said I was leaving if I have to play that stupid game one more time. I also put the Kibosh on Never Have I Ever, because I've never done anything and I always lose. And this group of people have, all together, done about four things that are worthy of that game and I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. So we played this guessing game and it was actually sort of funny. I grossly overestimated almost every question. Either that or I underestimated. For instance, the question was "if the statue of Lincoln in the Lincoln memorial stood up, how high would he be?" I said 417 feet and the answer was 28 feet. The sad thing is, I had a streak where I got like three in a row that were fairly close to the actual answer and so everyone bet on my answers every time.  I had everyone in that room believing that there was a possibility that the answer was 417.
And then today I worked at ON. I'm smitten again. But it's nice to not care about stupid idiots.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Say something I'm giving up on you

So I had a dream that one of my exes was one of my clients. Can someone psychoanalyze that? I mean, I guess I could think about what that meant with that specific relationship, but still. It was weird.
And I keep seeing this other guy that I never even dated around at the grocery store and the gym and driving around. I don't remember him being cute but now he is? But I think he has a girlfriend.
And patti stranger said the most insightful thing I've ever heard and I've never agreed with anything she's said: all a girl really wants is a boy to care about her feelings. 
Please and thank you. 
That's why I literally don't care. This whole thing is about to be over. Stupid idiot is just waiting for me to get annoyed so I stop talking to him. 
And I'll be alone, but whatever. 
I can just get back in to stalking.