Lovely Debacle

Life, Lately

Apparently when I’m happy I don’t have much to blog about. Who wants to hear lots of flowery nonesense about someone who is enjoying life? And by that I mean my boyfriend, because mostly I’d use this blog to rant about my boy troubles, of which there are none. I worry a lot, probably since my last boyfriend left me with no warning when I thought we were happy, so because I’m so happy now I get scared that perhaps this is a trend in my life that’s about to occur… I hope that’s not the case though. I need to just not worry. It’s difficult though, since I get one day a week with him if I’m lucky. Oh, distance. I don’t like you much.

Anyway, it’s Halloweeny time, which is my favorite time. Unfortunately, I’m working on my favorite holiday, and probably closing. Which is beyond lame. But I’ve gotten to wear my costume once, and will again this coming Friday, so that’s good. Chris was Hugh Heffner to my playboy bunny costume, which was a cute way to be coupley about it. He’ll either be Waldo or Hugh again for the party Friday. I’m excited.

I’ve been sick with some horrible flu-ey nonesense. It’s finally letting up, I’m hoping it’s gone by the weekend. I was pretty dead all week, trying to sleep as much as possible and OD on Vitamin C and such. I missed a day of class, a day of internship, and a day of work. Which is horrible, I’m now behind on money, schoolwork, and will probably have to make up the internship hours. Oy.

Friday cannot come soon enough.

Oh and PS. Paranormal Activity is the scariest movie I’ve seen in a long time. I adore horror movies, cannot get enough of them, and this one has given me far too many sleepless nights. I saw it without knowing all the hype attached, so I wasn’t dissappointed. I think that’s the trick. Anyway, terrifying. I highly reccommend it for a good Halloween scare.

A year ago...

A year ago I was not very happy. I was stressed with school, I hated my job, I was completely heartbroken over one stupid guy and about to start a good six months of hell with another.

This year, though it’s getting colder sooner (suck.) and I’m even more stressed about school… But I love my job. I have the most amazing boyfriend. I can’t wait for what happens next.

Things just seem so much better when you have someone special in your life. It’s silly and it’s stupid but it’s true. At the end of the day hearing the voice on the phone that makes you smile and you know they’re smiling back, it makes it okay. I wish he lived closer, but we make the distance work. I miss him. I get to see him Friday. It’s exciting.

I love October. I cannot wait for Halloween.

Reverse Culture Shock

I’m back from Montreal. It was wonderful. I had such a good time. I love the bar/club scene there, even though I’ve been able to drink there for a good 5 years now. But it was definitely the perfect mid-fall getaway. Everything was amazing and beautiful, even if it was a little chilly. Chris surprised me and paid for the hotel all three nights as a birthday gift, which was really sweet. I’m a pretty lucky gal :) The hotel was amazing as well and I highly reccommend it for any Montreal travelers: Hotel Novotel. Breakfast is not included, but the place is very clean and the people are very helpful. The decor is modern and rooms come with everything you need. It’s a little pricey (over $100/night) but it’s worth it I think. And the location is perfect, five minutes from everything! I’m glad Chris talked me into not just doing the hostel thing as I had planned, though before I knew he was going to pay for it all I was worried about how much it was.

If I ever return and have the extra cash I’ll look up Novotel again. And I’ll definitely not wait another four years between trips. A yearly visit would be divine I think.

I love Montreal. All the people are so nice (we got free coffee from a cafe and a free bus ride when we were lost), and the culture just seems really laid back and cool. Plus I got to practice my French! I’d consider living there someday I think, if it ever came up, I just wish it wasn’t so damn cold.

Now we’re considering perhaps a European vacation at the end of summer… we’ll see, we’ll see.

A Theory

susannawolff:

There is no better way to feel both like a petulant child and a grouchy adult than when getting dressed to go out in the cold:

The iPhone says it’s 46 degrees out now; that’s quite brisk. Ugh, my sleeve is bunching in the other sleeve. I should wear a sweater-vest underneath this sweater. The cold zipper edge is touching my neck and I hate it. It will warm up! This scarf is making my hair all static-y. If I don’t wear a scarf this sore throat could become a full-blown cold and then I’ll really be in a pickle. I can’t bend my elbows! My range of motion is slightly limited, but at least I’ll be warm outside. I have to pee. No. Shut up and go to work.

When I woke up today, Boston.com said it was 32 degrees out. So I went the whole nine yards—extra socks, leggins under jeans, sweater, gloves, scarf, hat, winter jacked. Stepped outside and it wasn’t too bad in the sun. As I walked I discovered it actually was kind of warm out. By the time I got onto the T I was shedding layers. Now I have to walk around with all my extra clothing stuffed into my already full bag, and I have to grocery shop on the way home. Oyy.

Loss of a friend.

I went into Blaine Hair Salon down the street from my school for a trim. One inch, I said. I love my hair long—not that I absolutely love my hair, it’s one of my nemesises most of the time, but it’s just easier to deal with when it’s long. And for $5 it’s generally the best deal around. No way do I want to spend $30 every few months to take off only an inch. And that’s all I wanted. One inch, just to get rid of the split ends.

Guess how many inches they took off?

Ooooh I’m estimating about FOUR. And that’s lowballing it. My hair used to be halfway down my back, now it grazes my shoulders. And they had some clever tricks: starting in the back, so I wouldn’t see until it was far too late. And a sloppy blow-out that made it hard to see the HUGE BLUNT CHOPPINGS of my poor, poor hair.

Now my hair grazes my shoulders and frames my face in these huge, ugly chunks. I tried to fix it myself and it looks only slightly better.

I should have listened to the little voice in my head warning me not to do any beauty stunts before a trip where you want to look pretty. Oyyy.

So now Blaine hair salon has been responsible for my stolen cell phone, stolen peacoat, and stolen FOUR INCHES OF HAIR. I should know better by now, but I’ve never gotten a bad haircut there. Thought I’d be safe by keeping all valuables on my person this time. But they found this way to fuck me over. Nice.

I know, I know that I should not complain. It’s a school, they are there to learn, and I had to sign a little waiver saying I understood that they are students. But I think basic units of measurement should be taught on day one. Ugh!

Passive Agressive Notes: A rant.

I’d like to think that my roommates and I are all friends. Maybe not the best of friends, but we’ve all hung out in the past and we seem to enjoy each other’s company. There’s a certain amount of trust in that, for the most part I trust them and I would hope they trust me. If one were to approach me with an issue, I would listen and not be a baby about it, and I would hope they’d do the same. We are all 20-22 years old, we are adults.

So that is why I see absolutely no need for stupid notes hanging above the sink, and even ON A DISH THAT IS NOT IN THE SINK telling me to clean up after myself. Because, honestly, it just makes me want to NOT pick up after myself just so that I can have someone say it to my face instead of writing in purple marker with an ironic smiley face or “thank you!”

And no, I doubt it’s me in particular they’re targeting (though it’s hard not to wonder, since I do a lot of cooking myself), but it’s still annoying. I am almost 22 years old, I know how to pick up after myself. I hardly have two minutes to myself with my busy ass schedule, but my dishes rarely sit in the sink for more than a day at the most—with exceptions being baking or cooking things that got burnt and needed to soak.

There have actually been times where I’ve cleaned out the sink when it’s dirty. Actually, when I’m baking and I’m cleaning up my stuff generally I clean ALL THE DISHES IN THE SINK. And that time there was all the trash sitting outside our apartment for TWO WEEKS? Who brought it all down to the curb on trash day? Me. I even asked for help, to which everyone was too busy to take two seconds to bring trash down.

So I see absolutely no need in putting a note directly on a spatula that I can’t remember whether or not I used saying “wood doesn’t go in the dishwasher, whoever used this please wash it. Thanks!” Know what I would have done if I saw that in the dishwasher? Cleaned it myself. Instead of putting a dirty spatula on the countertop with a note. I feel like it’s my mom telling me to pick up after myself again, and trying to “teach me a lesson” by not washing the spatula for me when I accidentally/unknowingly put the spatula in the dishwasher.

HOWEVER, I am not responsible for the spatula. I made apple crisp for everyone, and put the spatula in it so that people could serve themselves. I think it’s fair that perhaps since I made food for people, I shouldn’t be chastised for a spatula being left out. And I wasn’t even the one who put it in the dishwasher.

Anyway. I’m probably being just as passive aggressive by putting this on my blog instead of discussing it with people, but they do know my distaste for the notes. If this ridiculousness continues I’m just going to tear them down. We know what dishes we used, we know how to pick up after ourselves, we can talk to each other like adults and we don’t need notes (that are getting increasingly more vulgar I might add—“Seriously guys, clean up your shit!”—yeah I want my grandma to come for a random visit and see that?) to tell us to do so. I think it’s forgivable for the sink to be full every now and then, considering we generally all eat in a rush due to our schedules. And if a few dishes in the sink pisses people off that much, they can discuss it in person.

Honestly, I think it’s pretty rude and kind of hurtful. And not something I’d expect from my friends.

End rant.