Boys Dont Cry

I realize that I'm about 12 years late but I watched this movie for the first time last night. I went to bed feeling horrible. Its not very often that a movie leaves me with residual feelings for longer then about 10 minutes later but even at 2 a.m. this morning I still had trouble falling asleep.
How could there be people with such darkness inside in the world? I watched the documentary after finishing the film I could see the real people (minus Brandon). And the killers were even more terrifying in person then their actor selves in the movie.

That poor girl. Raped, then killed. Even the thought of being raped deeply effects me but listening to her recount the horroible event truly left a gaping feeling in the pit of my gut. It was just so sad.

Then the way she died was just barbaric.

I remember feeling angry when watching the documentary that the police didnt lock up the two men after Brandon identified them clearly in her questioning. I'd like to think that if they had to do it all over again they'd take a different plan of action.

Its just a sad story all around and I cant believe that someone would have to be subject to the cruel treatments simply because they are being themselves.

I also remember the social worker who was vaguely justifying the actions of one of the killers.. she said that he is a product of how society has failed him. I disagree. There are probably millions of people who grow up in horrible conditions. And none of them have even a thought of violently raping someone, let alone killing another person. But thats just my opinion.

I knoow its been over a decade since this movie came out and I hope this horrible story brought some awareness.

What Hillary Swank said in her accceptance speech at the academy awards was spot on: We need to learn to accept our differences.

Spooked

I just freaked myself out while brushing my teeth after my evening shower. Dont you hate it when you watch a scary movie and then you end up in the shower half an hour later all by yourself feeling like someone is watching you and imagining that the moment you open up the shower curtain to step out of the tub a murderer will be standing there waiting for you?? Well.. I've been told I'm extremely imaginitive. Maybe its true.

So I step out of the shower and dry up a bit before I open up the door to let some of the steam out while I brush my teeth. I hate that I can't see myself in the miror and I dont really like to wipe it clear (I dont know why). Besides, most of the time the mirror is clear enough for me to see my face in by the time I'm done brushing my teeth. Anyway, I fling the door open and start brushing when I look up for a moment. Then the lights go out! My heart stopped. Toothbrush still in mouth, I turned to bolt into the livingroom where my fiance was watching a football game with his best friend when I remembered a sound I heard just as the lights went out. A sound that is very relevent to this horrible turn of events. Yes, I know this sound very well. A click. The click all of us know means that either the lights are on, or they are off. Apparently I flipped the light switch with my elbow while I was brushing. This has happened to me before, maybe three or four times, each time I am met with the same soul freezing fear that something horrible is about to happen. And, after I turn the light back on I always get so mad at whoever would think to put a light switch where anyones elbow could easily accidentlly flip it on or off. Pfft.

So that is the story of how a silly twenty-soimething freaks herself out in the bathroom and lives to tell about it.

2011

This year one of my resolutions was to write more. So what better place to exercise that goal then to reconnect with my old blog? I started reading older posts.. even all the way back to the beginning to get an idea as to what I used to find interesting enough to post about.

Reading back, my life is so different now. I'll give you a brief update:
1.) I am no longer (Thankfully) unemployed. I am actually working in a field I hope to dominate in the future
2.) I am no longer single, I'm engaged and due to marry in June of this year
3.) I have lost contact with most of the people I used to include in my older posts
4.) I am on my own, I left my parents house and live with my fiance now

I think that covers the important stuff. I hope all of you out there had a wonderful Christmas and I also hope you all brought in the new year with lots of festivities!

More to come shortly.

Cats and Dogs

I have never fought with a guy so much until I decided to marry one! I swear its like very little thing turns into a big production lately. Thankfully, though, in the past couple of days things seemed to have lightened up.

The wedding plans are going smoothly.. reception and ceremony sites have been booked. I was so relieved to find the places.. it was sort of a headache finding places that we both liked, that met the budget, AND that were available on the day we wanted. But, luckily we accomplished all the above requirements. (Big round of applause)I am thrilled with the reception spot.. its everything I ever wanted and more. What a lucky find my fiance had. Seriously.. without him I would have NEVER discovered that place.. even with a wedding planner!

Anyway, I'm almost due to leave for the day (Gotta love blogging at work! lol) So I'll hit you guys up later on with wedding updates.

*Cheers*

Engagement Party Disasters!!!!

This past weekend we had our engagement party. It was at my parents house as they were the 'hosts'. So many things went horribly wrong, the likes of which I have never seen. Please, join me.. as I tell the tale of small disaster after small disaster!!

I'll begin at the beginning, about a week before the party. Due to completely unavoidable circumstances, I ended up breaking a couple of toes while trying to do the very ordinary task of stepping into the bathtub with the goal of taking my nightly shower before bed. Unfortunately it didn't go so smoothly since the second my foot touched the tub floor my balance was broken and down I went in one foul swoop. I didn't really realize how hurt I was till the next morning when I couldn't put all my weight on it. Why is this relevant? Because in the time I would have normally taken care of little party errands, the week before, I was immobile. I couldn't even drive. Therefore all these tedious little tasks were taken care of on the morning of.

The time before the festivities went relatively smooth, I ran some errands, came back, helped with the yard work... but time, as usual, starts to run out and I found myself a little rushed. That's when my lovely fiance decides to leave and check out this boat that is for sale. Needless to say I was less then thrilled that he decided to make checking out a boat a top priority while there were still things to be done for OUR ENGAGEMENT PARTY but I think I handled the situation with as much poise as I could have.

Anyway he got back and we finished up at my parents house. With about two hours left till take off we went back to our apartment to get ready ourselves.. this is where things go south.

First, I accidentally left my hair iron at my parents house. Because of this, it took be twice as long to do my hair and in the end it ended up getting messed up anyway because we live in Miami and the humidity is ridiculous. So we were very late. As I was putting on my dress (Actually it was the dress my mother changed into from her wedding dress at her wedding.. it was a surprise for my dad) my fiance noticed something... awful. There were stains all over it!!!! I don't know what my grandmother did while she was altering it but they looked like coffee stains! I called my mother in a panic... she told us to take a rag and see if it wont come out with some water and a tiny bit of soap... thankfully it did. This made us SUPER late.

We finally get there and say our 'hello's' and my mother tells me how one of the lights outside burst into flames just as the people were arriving. Horrified, I saw it thrown at the side of the house (out of sight) with a towel over it. Thankfully, no one was hurt.

A few minutes into the party ALL the lights go out! My dad, brother, fiance rush around to find the source of the problem. After tinkering with it for about 10 minutes the lights came back on.... then they fell ON our guests! That's right, ON THEM! All I could think was 'omg... there are going to be shards of glass in everyone's faces'!!! Luckily no one was hurt and after my dad, brother, fiance got involved the lights were back up and in working order in about ten minutes.

As everyone was eating, somehow, I don't know how.... my mother stepped on my aunts ankle causing her to scream and fall to the ground. I was mortified! I thought '.. well there goes another one' Referring to myself of course, I forgot to mention.. I had to wear this big boot on my injured foot because my foot is still fragile from the broken toes. At least I got to wear one shoe?? lol After about an hour my aunt was ok and decided nothing serious had happened. So the rest of the night went on without any problems.

All in all it will definitely be a night that everyone remembers. If not for the pyrotechnics, then for the near death by decapitation when the lights came crashing down on their heads.

Eventful? I'd say so.

I've heard that when bad things happen, its good luck. Lets hope that's true! *cheers*

Bride to be

Have you ever looked around at the people around you and been jealous at the fact that they know exactly what they want and can do it as they please? Thats what the preliminary weeks of planning my own wedding have done to me.

I remember imagining this day, since I was too small to reach the tops of the counters in the kitchen. I remember sitting in my room throughout my teen years wondering how the day would turn out.. trying to imagine what my dress would look like, or the flowers, or the outdoor ceremony I was so sure I'd have.

*Throw that piece of paper away*

My reality is that even though not many decisions have been made about said day... I'm not happy nor animated at all with the decisions that have.

I remember being truly touched when I got engaged, how special that perfect moment was for me. I remember getting into bed that first night and feeling so lucky that something so amazing had happened to me. How beautiful the thought was that someone loves me so much that they can't imagine the rest of their lives without me by their side.

Thats the thought that is helping me cope with the wedding.

After all, everything aside.. the only thing that matters to me is that we love each other, that we want to be together. Which I know we do.

The wedding is JUST a party. One day in our lives. Truth be told I can see already why people elope. It removes 98% of the stress involved with planning this ever so 'important' day.

Maybe the fact that I've been an invalid for the past few days has dampened my spirits, I broke a couple of toes five days ago and I'm still limping around. I'm hoping I'll be able to wear a shoe for my engagement party on Saturday (4 days away). But, they say that when bad things happen during the wedding planning process/on the wedding day it means good luck. If these preliminary stages are in any way a peek into how intolerable this process is going to be then I'd say we are in store for the best marriage in the universe! lol

Joking aside. I didnt really anticipate this being such a drag. I normally love planning events but there are so many obstacles regarding this one that I seem to be losing steam before any is necessary. Although according to my research I'm not the only Bride-to-be that felt this way so I'm sure eventually things will evolve into something I can enjoy.

Till then, I bid you a brief farewell. I will definitely try to be more upbeat with my posts in the future.. I just needed to vent a little. Share my lack of enthusiasm. lol

*cheers*

The Other Woman

So a friend of mine told me today how her best friend utterly betrayed her by sleeping with a guy she was dating. She isn't currently dating him, but the information was shared by the guy when she approached him about some money he owed her, money that isn't in his plans to pay back. Loser. Anyway... I have to say that although she isn't exactly the closest friend to me I became very angry for her. I cant say that I've ever been in her shoes but I can empathize since I definitely know what its like to learn that your 'best friend' isn't exactly your best friend or even your friend for that matter.

Why is it that women do these things to each other? Why be a dime a dozen when you have a chance to be one in a million?? These are some of the questions I wish I knew the answer to. It's so easy to be predictable, boring, selfish..I suppose thats why I go the route less traveled and actually hold my friends dear, have their best interests at heart. (But, silly me I thought thats what you're supposed to do)

Anyway...I am not sure what the point of this blog is other then to try and understand why it is that 'friends' destroy friendships sometimes and for the dumbest reasons. I have no resolution. So I'll go.

Now I Know

I remember not long ago when I'd witness a couple bickering and see how angry one or both of them got for something I believed to be quite trivial. I have also been inside a ladies room for countless minutes with a friend who was disgruntled about something and I couldn't understand what the big fuss was about. I always looked at these people and thought 'man.. why are they getting so fussy over these dumb little things?'. In my head I always thought they were dumb reasons to argue and thought that maybe both parties involved were being a little sensitive.

After being in a serious relationship for a year I now know very much about these 'nothing fights' and believe me... they're definitely about something. I am guilty of participating in the ever so notorious nothing fights. I am also guilty of letting myself get caught up in the absolute stupidity that is the nothing fight instead of just addressing the real issue at hand. There is just something about being with someone for a prolonged period of time that warrants these sort of things, a friction if you will. I cant really speak for anyone else but to me... the nothing fights get old and quick. I prefer to just deal with the real problem instead of beating around the bush about things. Thats when the nothing fights stop and the real arguments and debates begin. You can't expect to agree with everything the other person agrees with but you can work together to create a compromise. I'm HUGE on compromising. Otherwise the equilibrium is thrown off, and no one wants that.

I am in no way an expert on this sort of thing but I am definitely learning alot, everyday. And each time a 'nothing fight' happens it gets easier and easier to solve. Lets see what today will teach me. LMAO

St. Patricks 180

As I reminisce on the blurred memories that were St. Patricks Day of 2009 I note an obvious difference in comparison to this years comemoration. I was amoungst a group of friends, old and new, looking for party after party. Even having a small detour as we triangulated the nearest liquor store...an unexpected shortage that was soon restored. I remember laughing and dancing with my then 'just friend' Mike all night long and I remember pouring myself into bed in the wee hours of the morning. I remember my alarm clock blaring beside me a short while after I had arrived and I certainly remember that even though I hadn't slept more then just a couple of hours I spent all day texting my friends about what a fun night it was.

365 days later I found myself in the confectionary isle at Publix with my now live-in boyfriend Mike waiting as he Googled 'Easy cake from scratch recipe'. I remember measuring the dry ingredients while he mixed the wet ones. I remember our attempt at making powdered sugar by pulvarizing granulated sugar in the Magic Bullet, And I remember eating our yummy creation as we watched a rented movie in bed together. It wasnt nearly as chaotic as last year's celebration but going back I wouldnt change one single thing about it. I had everything I needed right beside me the whole night long, what more could I ask for?? *cheers*

Moving on up!!

Moving has been a tedious and tiring experience. It has also been a wonderful adventure that I can't believe I'm finally experiencing. I am so profoundly thankful for all the support I've recieved in overwhelming abundance from my family . I couldnt have imagined this being easier in terms of approval from the people close to me. I expected obsticles and arguments and instead got love and understanding... I am so thankful. I have to admit that a big part of why this has been so easy is my boyfriend, he's been so amazing from the very begining. Our apartment is coming along.. it now looks like a space where people live instead of a big room with piles of boxes in the corner. lol Baby steps. It seems like every day of the week someone calls us over to visit because they have gifts for us. It's so heartwarming to know that there are people who want us to be ok, who are concerned that we dont have enough towels or sheet sets, or spoons.

Thank you everyone!

Whore-o-ween

I guess I can say that I'm a pretty big fan of Halloween. My siblings and I were spoiled though because my grandmother is a seamstress so all of our costumes were special made and more realistic. We got to choose whatever we wanted, and we did, so it definately made every year memorable. As I recal past Halloweens I notice a deterioration of what I thought the holiday was about though, I remember it being a day where you got to dress up in a silly or scary costume and then go out and collect candy from your neighbors.
I suppose what got me thinking about this was a conversation I heard on the radio on my way home from work the other day.. It was a concerned and frustrated mother who was trying to buy a costume for her eleven year old daughter. But, couldnt find anything appropriate for a child do wear. Even the disney costumes were too provocative. I suppose my immediate question would be: When did Halloween turn into 'National Slut Day'?
It wasnt that way for me.. even in High School when the other girls opted for sexy cop outfits I preferred to be something interesting instead.
I guess it makes sence for costumes to emulate what society views as 'sexy' now. With all the half naked people all over every ad campaign i suppose it was only a matter of time before our easily influenced youth would try to immitate what was being thrown in their faces all day. (For the record... I dont think half naked equals sexy.. it takes a lot more)
I started thinking about the consequences of all these young girls dressing this way, even for the one night (even though, I firmly believe that if you're going to use Halloween as an excuse to dress like a common whore then you should just let it out the whole 365 days of the year and stop pretending you're 'modest') I mean these girls can get themselves into a heap of trouble if they're not careful. With all of the murderers, rapists, perverts, molesters out on the streets I would imagine that Halloween is like a free for all. Think about it... young girls dressed in barely anything, drinks flowing, and the added ability to wear a desguise? How easy would it be for one of these perverts to dress up (covering their faces of course) and slip something into playboy bunny number 15 and then walk off with her while everyone is enjoying the party. Too easy.
I hope nothing like that happens, of course, but its an added danger if you ask me.

I hope everyone has a safe, and exciting Halloween 09. *cheers*

Click Click Click

About five minutes ago I was sitting on my bed wrapping a band-aid around my big toe, I had a HUGE blister from these amazing peep toe heels I was wearing the other night. I went to the beach with a few friends and remembered when I put the shoes on knowing that I would be in pain the next morning but recall thinking it'd be worth it. As I got ready for work the next day I remembered putting a band-aid around the fresh blister on my big toe before putting a sock and my work sneakers on.
I was in slight discomfort Monday morning.. but these gorgeous heels were the cherry on the sundae that was a perfect outfit. Was it worth having a gross blister on my toe for a couple of days? Yes.

As I put my shoes on today (cute, but not nearly as torturous) I thought about things that are worth going through pain for. Hot shoes, waxing, pulling one of those annoying little skins that poke out from the side of your nail sometimes. All perfet examples of things that you do with the knowledge of the pain or discomfort that goes into doing them. But, also aware of the relief and/or enjoyment brought immediately thereafter.

Then I started thinking about things that you can't imagine being painful that inevitably are.. like, making your car payments, losing someone, or taking a shot or something allot stronger then you thought it was.

There are some things in life that you can't control, and they're going to hurt, but.. like my beautiful shoes.. the real thing I should focus on is the great night out I had while wearing them, not the tiny wound I had to mend for the next couple days. All wounds heal.. then it's time to slip on another pair or stilettos!!

Flickers of Light

As I sit here in 96 degree weather wishing I had chosen to wear something a little lighter I can't help but smile a little when I think about certain family members. And even as I catch my breath between customers I can't shake this feeling like somehow I had let myself overlook something so important. Amidst the confusion and chaos that is my normal life I had a moment of clarity today.. don't worry it's really not as dramatic as I'm making it out to be. See.. sometimes people can step up, even though you have no real reason to believe that they will or can. I, myself, have lost allot of faith in people throughout the years and you know what? I had yet to be proven wrong. Not that I have just yet...but every now and then there is a flicker of the person some people could be if they just let go of all the baggage they're always carrying around.

I guess its just nice to know that when shit goes down there are people close by who wouldnt let one instant pass before reaching out.

Under Achieving

This weekend was an eye opener. I mean, not that I take anything for granted, but I became overly thankful for my life. I participated in some charity work and saw first hand how difficult some people have it everyday and how optimistic they are in spite of it. I guess I felt satisfied because I finally got around to doing something that I'd been wanting to do for a while now.
I realize that this isnt the first post about how 'greatful I am for the things I have' but something about seeing other people worse off then you are but who are seemingly more content really makes me feel kinda shitty for wallowing in the bad stuff for so long. I was truly inspired by my experience and decided that I will use what I learned as a catalyst. I've already taken baby steps toward improving myself... and there will undoubtedly be larger strides in my near future. I'll keep you posted. *cheers*

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find Out What It Means To Me

Ok, so I was thinking about how many times my parents have asked me to 'respect them' in my life and what I always thought when they uttered this: " I do". Then I started thinking about how many times I've seen kids straight out insulting their parents in public and always thought 'man, if that were my kid I'd smack the crap out of them'. This is, of course, a child that I'm refering to.

So, I dug a little deeper. I began thinking about the way that children have changed in more recent times in comparison to previous generations. My parents both have told me about 'the look' that would make them basically wet themselves when they were younger, presumably the same look that indicated to them that there was a beating in their near future. I, along with my two siblings, was rarely ever hit for misbehaving.. we were punished, frequently.

I have been known to get myself in trouble a few times because of my mouth, I've always 'talked back' and had this uncanny ability to press my parents buttons with one word. Call it what you will... I say its brilliance! Anyway.. on the rare occasion that I would be pushed to act immaturely in public or when I stood up and straight out refused to do something (always with reason, mind you, I was generally a good kid) I remember hearing the phrase 'You have to respect me'. And it always boggled me.. why did they choose that time to say it?? Because I'm not doing something they are perfectly capable of doing but want me to do?? What gives???

So.. here it is, my dissection of the word respect. I think that 'the look' that my parents referred to when they were younger was not respect.. it was fear, fear of getting their asses beaten. I've heard allot of stories (mainly from my father) and the things that he did are not things that someone who 'respects' would do. Of course, it's all written off as young mischievous acts, and I don't really care either way, but respect? Not in my opinion. Then I started thinking about the times that I choose to say things to burn my parents at times, and although I can't say I'm proud of it, I think I figured out why it happened. It's because respect is a two way street, in order to be respected by someone.. you have to show them some respect. I also don't feel like you show your respect by 'not answering back' or 'ignoring someone'... you show it my attempting to make them proud of you and being there when things get rough. After all... when there is true respect between people you should be able to say anything to them. Also, respect is earned, not forced upon people because of circumstance. So.. reguadlress of the relationship I feel like you need to make an effort. *cheers*

We're Metal

Every so often something happens to me that makes me question the general sanity of everyone in the world. It doesn't have to be anything major, truth be told its more often then not something that I probably notice on my own. Since my attention is grabbed by the strangest things sometimes. This weekend I was a participant in a conversation that at best I can only describe as the feeling of a giant spoon being inserted into my head that stirs my brain around untill my ability to process something as fact is disabled. This is the conversation, word for word, and you'll see why I am so dumbfounded...

Dude: Hey, whats your name?
Me: V, whats yours?
Dude: We're Metal.
Me: What the hell does that mean? Is your name metal?
Dude: No.
Me: Are you in a band?
Dude: Yea.
Me: Is your band named 'Metal'?
Dude: No.
Me: Do you guys play metal?
Dude: No.

After further analyzing the next morning I can only assume that this character has split personalities and that these sub-personalities are in a metal rock band. He did, after all, address himself as 'we're' not 'I'm' .. which means that he must think of himself as more then one entity. And to clear any questions up before they start, he was completely alone when he was speaking to me, no one was around him giving him a reason to use the term 'we're'. I don't know whats up with this guy.. but he seems like he is a few cards short of a full deck. Either way, when I think about his response it always raises a heavy chuckle out of me. So, despite any confusion on my part, he did create a happy memory for me.. even though the humor is at his expense. You can't win them all. *cheers*

The Ghost Of Vaneltine's Day Past

This weekend was certainly busy, it seems like we had people over all weekend.. oh wait, we did.

It began with a party on Friday night, a celebration for the reuniting of a great band that we all were fans of. It was great. A really old friend joined us, Jake, who I hadn't seen in years. Catching up was really nice, our lives are actually really similar at the moment. A good number of people showed up, not too many, and not too few, just enough heads to keep everyone entertained but not enough to leave my house looking like a tornado passed through it when everyone was gone. I also met two friends of my sisters.. well, met is a strong word, I had met them before but we hadn't really ever spoken till this night. They were both pretty down to earth people who were generally a pleasure to converse with. All in all friday's festivities were so good that we decided that all the singles should come back on Saturday (the 14th) so we can do like a little Valentine's Day Getty.

This is where I should have listened to my inner gut.. from the time I got up I questioned whether trying to have two great nights would be too much of a feat. I seriously thought it would be like tossing dice into the air and expecting it to land on the same number twice.. impossible. But, I carried on as planned, and the time rolled around for people to arrive. Arrive they did.. it started out well enough... a chill evening of card playing, music, drinks.. nothing too crazy. Then it happened... dumb drama that turned the whole night sour, and fast. At first, everyone that wasn't involved (including myself) tried to calm the situation but it was like a snowball that kept getting bigger and more annoying as the situation progressed. Eventually destroying all hopes of the evening returning to its former pleasent self.

So everyone left, and I was left cleaning up all kinds of messes.. from beer bottles, to peoples feelings.

I would love to say that it was a learning experience for me, but that would be a lie. It was actually really predictable.. as a matter of fact, I called it the night before. It's all water under the bridge now, and I've made contact with the people who may have felt uncomfortable to smooth things over, so I feel fine with everything. But if I have to offer one piece of advice it is this... send countless shots over to someone when they are causing drama in a party... at best, they will just pass out and everyone can carry on, and at worst they will get so hammered that they will forget what it is they were getting crazy about in the first place. *Cheers*

The More You Know

The Day Of Love

It's February 12th.. the day before the day before the dreaded day of love. Let me be clear... I do not hate Valentines Day, I just hate the impact it has on everyone, single and attatched alike. For the past week I've been talking my friends of ledges and these are successful, smart, intelligent people. The kind of people who stand up in the word and make differences and shit.. and yet somehow this stupid day makes them question every desicion they've made in the last 365 days.

It's not that phone calls asking me if 'I should have called him one more time' aren't always nice to recieve but.. this coming from someone who is so strong, sure of themselves, and otherwise perfectly in contol of everything else is a little disconcerting. It seems that even those who have their lives in order somehow feel a litle sensitive around this time of year. My theory is that its all about timing... Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years have only really passed about two months ago. And we all know the added pressure to 'have a date' on those wonderfully miserable holidays. Where every relative we have (who we mysteriously never see untill the end of every year) asks us where our boyfriends are or when we are thinking of settling down. Thereby forcing us to think that maybe we aren't as complete as we had thought we were.. right? Well.. I feel that after New Years Eve is over (lets not forget about the New Years Kiss) we only get two months to recoperate before we are forced once again to be in a position to explain our 'single-ness'. Not enough mental rehabilitation time if you ask me. But c'est la vive. We'll do it all over again next year. The best advice that I can offer anyone interested in recieving it is: Valentine's Day is only as important as you make it out to be. Don't fret... after all, you'll have all of the 2009 Holidays to feel miserable. *Cheers*

Drama-tastic!

They say that women are the dramatic ones, and yet somehow I keep dating the most sensitive, puddle of tears whenever I can't answer my phone guys that exist. I had to post the picture of this ridiculous text message I received about an hour ago. Keep in mind, this is a guy I haven't laid eyes on in over a year and have only reconnected with in the past couple of weeks. He called me last night but I was in the middle of a movie with a friend of mine. He left a message asking if I was "Available".. so weird. So I didn't call back, besides I was otherwise occupied and I'm not about to drop my shit cause some dude is bored and I happen to become 'available'.

Who even says that to anyone anyway? 'Are you available?' Whatever. I remembered this guy being a little 'passionate' about things but it seems that time has taken his emotions to a whole different level.

What ever happened to people just being regular and setting up a time and a place to hang out and then following through on plans? It seems that calling someone at some random time when you're bored and not getting them to drop their lives to come entertain you warrants sad/angry text messages the next day. Lame. Guess who's not getting a call back? *Cheers*