Pet Moments

Pets. They train us; they entertain us, but more than anything, they hold a special place in our hearts. I was just recalling pet-moments on my sister's blog. I thought I'd put a few on here:

Pringles, the Cat. Even the way she got her name was humorous. My great Aunt gave the stray tabby kitten to my mom. (This was BC, before children) Mom put the youngling out in the garage for the night. The damn cat got in the garbage and started rummaging around. The parents went into the garage to see what the hell was going on. The Cat got her head stuck in a can of pringles potato chips and was trying her damnedest to get it off ... other than that Pringles was really unpleasant, and did not like kids ... she did like my mom though.

JoJo, the black lab. You hear a bunch of stories from your parents when you grow up with animals, but jojo I remember pretty clearly. She was pretty big, and she'd lick anything. She was constantly licking. She also liked to swim in the pool. A dog has really sharp claws when they are swimming, for those who have not had the experience, it is quite unpleasant. I think it's because there is nothing for them to grip onto. In the pool we also had a margarita bench. You could sit on the bench underwater, and your upper body stuck out enough for you to drink etc. Jojo used to sit on the bench. The water came right up to her nostrils, so she'd hold her head up a little and let her ears float on the water. It was funny :)

Molly, the brittany spaniel. This dog was terrible. Always chewing up the pool equipment and pissing my dad off. Funny thing was, I think she loved him more than anyone. She definitely had this preconceived idea of packing-order within the family. Dad beat her when she was insolent, so he was first. Mom fed her, so she was second. I don't know why she liked me, but she did. R on the otherhand, was clearly beneath Molly in her little dog mind. Molly would nip at R when she walked by and stuff. I mean, to the point where R was afraid to go by her sometimes. Molly got her real good in the ass one time. Molly had a great counterparty though ...

TC, the siamese cat. This is the strangest cat we had, er, well okay he's up there. Then again, we've had pretty outthere animals . He used to stand on his hind legs when he wanted to be picked up, and then he'd squeek if you squeezed him. Mom was always afraid he'd run away so she had the vet put these stupid rubber claw covers on him. He was seriously tortured, but he loved us anyways. He used to catch wildlife and make offerings to his family. One morning I woke up to him jumping onto the bed. A ton of bricks, you all know what I mean, cats are light, but they make themselves known when they want. Then I felt something else on the bed, and looked down to see a sparrow, laying there stunned. Of course, this didn't last. The damn fowl woke up and started flying around the room. I loved TC and all, but that kinda stuff is pretty traumatic. He did the same thing to my mom midafternoon one time while she was at the computer. Dropped a bird right in her lap. It started flapping and she screamed. Apparently, she tried to get up so fast she bruised the tops of her knees on the computer table ... it's not funny ... really ;)

Sweet Pea, svensk bonde katten. By far the worst cat we ever had. She was the runt, and had major problems. We do have a really really cute picture of her on my back though back when we were in stockholm the first time. I guess she was just broken, but she did have some pretty funny habits. The best though, was whenever you'd call her sweet pea, she'd hiss and physically assault you. Mom used to love to do it when R or I were in the room so the damn cat would get confused and attack us.

of course there are IZZY and Mr. Bigglesworth, but I'll leave them for another time.

As always

Yours fondly,

~B

Pet Moments

Pets. They train us; they entertain us, but more than anything, they hold a special place in our hearts. I was just recalling pet-moments on my sister's blog. I thought I'd put a few on here:

Pringles, the Cat. Even the way she got her name was humorous. My great Aunt gave the stray tabby kitten to my mom. (This was BC, before children) Mom put the youngling out in the garage for the night. The damn cat got in the garbage and started rummaging around. The parents went into the garage to see what the hell was going on. The Cat got her head stuck in a can of pringles potato chips and was trying her damnedest to get it off ... other than that Pringles was really unpleasant, and did not like kids ... she did like my mom though.

JoJo, the black lab. You hear a bunch of stories from your parents when you grow up with animals, but jojo I remember pretty clearly. She was pretty big, and she'd lick anything. She was constantly licking. She also liked to swim in the pool. A dog has really sharp claws when they are swimming, for those who have not had the experience, it is quite unpleasant. I think it's because there is nothing for them to grip onto. In the pool we also had a margarita bench. You could sit on the bench underwater, and your upper body stuck out enough for you to drink etc. Jojo used to sit on the bench. The water came right up to her nostrils, so she'd hold her head up a little and let her ears float on the water. It was funny :)

Molly, the brittany spaniel. This dog was terrible. Always chewing up the pool equipment and pissing my dad off. Funny thing was, I think she loved him more than anyone. She definitely had this preconceived idea of packing-order within the family. Dad beat her when she was insolent, so he was first. Mom fed her, so she was second. I don't know why she liked me, but she did. R on the otherhand, was clearly beneath Molly in her little dog mind. Molly would nip at R when she walked by and stuff. I mean, to the point where R was afraid to go by her sometimes. Molly got her real good in the ass one time. Molly had a great counterparty though ...

TC, the siamese cat. This is the strangest cat we had, er, well okay he's up there. Then again, we've had pretty outthere animals . He used to stand on his hind legs when he wanted to be picked up, and then he'd squeek if you squeezed him. Mom was always afraid he'd run away so she had the vet put these stupid rubber claw covers on him. He was seriously tortured, but he loved us anyways. He used to catch wildlife and make offerings to his family. One morning I woke up to him jumping onto the bed. A ton of bricks, you all know what I mean, cats are light, but they make themselves known when they want. Then I felt something else on the bed, and looked down to see a sparrow, laying there stunned. Of course, this didn't last. The damn fowl woke up and started flying around the room. I loved TC and all, but that kinda stuff is pretty traumatic. He did the same thing to my mom midafternoon one time while she was at the computer. Dropped a bird right in her lap. It started flapping and she screamed. Apparently, she tried to get up so fast she bruised the tops of her knees on the computer table ... it's not funny ... really ;)

Sweet Pea, svensk bonde katten. By far the worst cat we ever had. She was the runt, and had major problems. We do have a really really cute picture of her on my back though back when we were in stockholm the first time. I guess she was just broken, but she did have some pretty funny habits. The best though, was whenever you'd call her sweet pea, she'd hiss and physically assault you. Mom used to love to do it when R or I were in the room so the damn cat would get confused and attack us.

of course there are IZZY and Mr. Bigglesworth, but I'll leave them for another time.

As always

Yours fondly,

~B

Soo Relieved

After the hell week that was week 43, I am happy to say my work did NOT get me into the Vis Competition group. As much as I would work hard for the competition, I'm uber psyched I get to have a life again. My friends were starting to talk men-in-white-coats due to my antisocial antics. Luckily it was just temporary. As so many things are in life. now ... if I could just get a nice date ... suggestions?

~b

The Week from Hell

Den Dalig Veckan. Vag ska man gora?

I thought swedish was an appropriate start-off to this posting. My 'week from hell' started, more or less, last monday. On Monday, during lecture, I ratted out my entire mock arb team because no one had really done any work except me. Later we met with the Counsel for the First time. Weds got worse, in some senses. By friday I was uberswamped. I even spent a goodly portion of the weekend i biblioteket eller korridoren. Today it all came to fruition, as things 'tone down' for the week. Following is a description of the daily events. Unfortunately, I am not sure there is a positive spin to take on all this. We'll hope anyways ...

MONDAY, October 11. *Law and Order Noise* I enter class after debating all weekend about group project stuffs. I am in a group with three others. I did my work the tuesday before. The course required submission of a final project by Friday, October 9. This didn't happen. On Monday the professor asks me, since I am the only one in my group with a backbone and present in class, what the hell was going on. It took me about two seconds to realize that honesty was about to take me much further than skirting the issue. "I prepared my portion, but have yet to receive anything final from my group. While I do not mind doing their work, I feel that it cheats them and the other parties who worked hard on this project." The professor, of course, recognized a one-man team and made attempts to remedy the situation. We were, of course, supposed to meet Tues. to argue the final project as a moot. This also did not happen. I did, however, have a series of conversations with people in the class expressing their distaste for my honesty and bald statements. I, now, think it was the EXACT thing to do.

TUESDAY, October 12. *Law and Order Noise* We had no meeting to moot, since there was no mootable materials. Instead my group met. The original plan: to work on the arguments Monday night in order to prepare a final document Tuesday. We set 10 am as a meeting time. J was the only other person to show at 10. J also had arguments prepared. WE reviewed both of our arguments until 10:30. By that time we'd perfected, as much as possible, my arguments. The other members arrived at or about 10:48. Fuckers. Moreover, they did not write out their arguments or have cases before hand. Mother Fuckers. Additionally, they were particularly odiforous and wanted J and I to help them create arguments. We finished J's arguments. About 11:30 I told everyone to go write arguments and to meet up again in an hour with cases etc. At 12:45 I returned to the room. Still no writing of arguments for the other two. God damned, wanker, mother fuckers. J and I subsequently left them to their devises and set their final due-time for 5 pm. At or about 5pm I recieved all documents. Without editing I added them to a document and submitted without revision. The Deal was done.

WEDNESDAY, October 13. This day was relatively uneventful. We had a counsel meeting with the class. It reminded me of a mediation. I ran a majority of the meeting. There was lots of rewording and making sure people were comfortable talking and expressing themselves. I went to talk with Professor afterwards. Apparently this was not permitted as I was on a specific subcomittee to speak with the Professor. I'll address this later on ...

THURSDAY, October 14. More crapola. I was supposed to meet with my subcomittee to discuss the official meeting with Professor. They never emailed ... hmm.

FRIDAY, October 15. Vis Competition Meeting. This was interesting. Professor decides we need a competition to decide who gets to compete later. This is bullshit. I hate mooting. Why the FUCK and I doing this ... no, really ... why the FUCK am I doing it? Anyways. She sets a memo for Weds (october 20) and more mooting on Friday (october 22). We had not even seen the question yet, the facts or anything. What was I thinking doing this ...

SATURDAY, October 16. I get up around 7. I read the crap for the Vis Competition. Then, I head to school. I stay at school for 6 hours, going over all of the Vis stuff and the reading for the week. I keep thinking to myself. DAMN it's getting dark early, and what the fuck am I doing this for. I come home and re-read some of my Vis materials (8 hours total now). I go to bed early.

SUNDAY, October 17. CHEAT DAY. I get up and have brownies with ice cream. Then, I go to the gym. I kebab, early, with Dad. After that I go to school for 4 hours. When I get back I'm so fried I don't know what to do. I sit and think about nothing for about 45 minutes.

MONDAY, October 18. Class, then Vis class for oral argument and writing. Great. They tell us the same stuff all the time: Write well, if you can't write well, argue well. Dont' repeat yourself. Don't repeat yourself. Um ... hello! I realize my subcomittee was supposed to email me over the weekend to setup a meeting. DS, on the Counsel but not subcomittee, expresses that he is really upset that I have spoken with Professor without the subcommittee. Apparently this is a big issue. I tried, to no avail, to express that I only spoke with Professor about things that did not concern the class or things discussed in the Meeting last Weds. OMG, he gets all ape shit and is like, no you can't do that. Whatever, I spoke with her in my individual capacity. I debate resigning from the Counsel, this is bullshit. No, wait, I should resign from the subcommittee, that would be closer to solving the issue.

TUESDAY, October 19. Mock Mooting. The other team was really well prepared. I guess having an extra 2 weeks to practice helps. I was so nervous because the wording for the claims are pretty exact. Problem is, when you get nervous, you suck. I do at least. I'm reminded how much I hate mooting. I spend the afternoon napping and in the bathroom. Nerves tend to hit my stomach, and being in the bathroom keeps the Rents away from me so I get some down time. I didn't really touch my Vis materials and debate dropping out.

WEDNESDAY, October 20. I get up and go to gym. I have a protein shake and leave for school. Of course I forgot my snack, so I had no food. I set a limit from 10:30 - 2 to find enough arguments to make a paper to turn in by Midnight. Damn it, 2 pm rolls around and I JUST got enough to make an argument. I hate mooting. I put together a crap brief. It's due tonight at midnight, and it's no where near ready. Fuck it, it's going in as is. What sucks is that the more I think about one of my arguments, the more I really like it ... I'm sick. Why am I doing this again?

~b

I like it here, honestly!

After reviewing my postings, it really seems like I hate it here. This could not be further from the truth. I actually enjoy living in Stockholm. Here are some of the highlights I may overlook.

Bars/Pubs. Granted I do not get to partake in the grub much, the Pubs are pretty rockin here. I've gone for a beer a time or two. They are especially good for watching sports etc. I think I really attached to the pub scene when I was in Scotland, it translates pretty well here.

Gym. As much as I was fearing the gym facilities here, I've found a great gym network. My local gym is less than a block away. The facilities are pretty decent, better than the school gym was. Then again, that is not saying much. I think most people would be pretty satisfied. Plus I can change it up and go to any gym in the city. There are cool things that go on at my gym though. I've seen professional basketball players, and the swedish national team was training there after they played their qualifier the other day. And yes, they used the change rooms and equipment with everyone else.

Food. The food here is pretty normal. The great part is the FISH. OMG, do I love fish, and you can get it almost anywhere. It is usually pretty reasonable, so it's easy to go out and satisfy the craving.

Picturesque. No matter when or where you go in the City it is ALWAYS picturesque. You can always get a good shot in this city. I even complain that at night there is way too much lighting ... can you imagine ... too much lighting in a city that hosts the winter of perpetual darkness. Whoda though :)

Nappar, Fanta Free. These are two, contrasting, but very important things in my life. Nappar are the ultimate gummies ... no joke. If you've never had them, try them for a week, I promise you will convert. If you have you know what I'm talking about. The Fanta Free is a new creation. Fanta is an uber sugary soda, usually in lime, pineapple or orange. The Orange Fanta Free has me so addicted I've made a conscious effort to avoid it for the last 3 days. I think the carbonation is getting to me, but I really really like it. Everyone should try it.

Getting Around. It is so uber easy to get around here. You can take the subway, bus, or god for bid, walk anywhere. I live in a terribly central location so I prefer walking to buses. It happens though.

Adjusting to being at home. While it's a constant challenge I am definitely getting adjusted to living at home. You know how it goes. I'm just trying to strike a good balance with school, home and play. Just wish there was more play ... and you know what I mean.

~b

I bit unhappy

So my friend, M, in Stockholm is leaving. Of course M is not my only friend, I have D and C, but my friend outside of school. I'm sad to see M go.

Hopefully I can go to see M in amsterdam though -- you know, a fun visit :) In any event, I am sad to see M go because I had a crush on M. M is partnered, though. The tough part is that M and M's partner are on the outs, and that is why M is leaving. How much does that suck. M is now 'available' in theory, but I'd feel like a vulture, I think, if I told M about my feelings. C has met M, and agrees that M is awesome - both in personality and person.

Anyways, I'm coping and trying to get over it. Otherwise I had yet ANOTHER meet-and-greet. This one went okay, but there was an undertone of disappointment. I am not sure I was my date's type. The date's description did not meet up to my expectations in person, so I was a bit disappointed at the outset. We will see what happens though. Definitely not date material in terms of anything more than a movie and going out friend.

In the utter disarray of dating and meeting new people that constitutes my otherwise normal life, I'm burried by disappointment and self-imposed, impossibly high standards. Such is my dismay and continued pining, for I cannot, and will not, settle for one who does not treasure me for who I am. Thus the lying and deceit need end. So must the perpetual lamenting over possible love. I am certain love exists, and yet does not, for me -- to this point I concede that it is I as much as my suitors at fault. Yet, this does not fix my most unhappy conondrum. Perhaps more dates will squelch these feelings that run amuck of mine tender heart? Or alternatively, more dates will steele my heart to the possibility of love true or otherwise? To this end, to the World you may be One, but to One you may be the World; seek not what you cannot offer, for regret is only due to those who try, and false regret paralyzes a person in mind and heart. Herein lies my fault, can though answer mine mishap and render me functional again?

~ B

Fruits of the Weekend

As many of you know, I do this crazy diet thing. It works for me, mostly because I combine this and that with exercise and a cheat day. The worst part of it is when I 'cheat' over the course of a week.

Last week I was terrible. I ate sandwiches almost everyday. It was fine until friday, when I spent all night hanging out with M in a sandwich shop where he works. I had several deserts, well, pieces parts at least. So I was bad from about friday 5 pm on.

On saturday when I woke up I had a headache and I didn't feel so well. I was tired for a good part of the day. Then I went to sandqich shop again with C. We had good food, including sanwich and a desert. That evening we went to the movies and had popcorn and candy ... it was NOT at good weekend for my diet.

Anyways, Sunday looked about the same, kebab with frits, ginger bread, etc. I woke up this morning and I have a raging haedache, I feel tired, and I think I've gained weight -- and not the good kind. I think I will be good about my diet this week.

I HAVE, however, increased my cardio. N, D's fiancee, took me to boxercise which totally kicked my ass. I thought I'd never catch my breath. It came back about 4 pm yesterday (3 hours after class). I think it's good for me. Makes me think I need to step up my during-the-week cardio a bit. This class was pretty intense. I doubt that N felt it though, he seemed pretty energetic even at the end. I, on the other hand, feel like Bridget Jones: Fat and alone, half eaten by wild dogs. I expected my midsection and shoulders to hurt, but in fact my legs are bothering me the most. I wonder if N even feels it today ...

On an up note, I am meeting someone today. I'm actually pretty excited about it, we will have to see how it goes though. Usually if I get excited about a date it does not turn out well. We will see though. It's an aussie who teaches in the area. Seems like it could be a good connection, but when asked what I was interested in when meeting, I said friends you know casual stuff. I really wanted to say, Casual dating and possible relationship ... But I didn't. Like I said, this setup is attractive to me for some reason, and I keep going through the, "don't fuck this up" thoughts. To revert though, could it be that I am not ready for a relationship, because I can't even relate the thoughts to a complete stranger?

~B

ps R should call me, I've not talked with her in forever.

pss I will call R if she does not call me. *hugs*

Uneventful Weekend, or was it

This weekend initially impacted me as uneventful. It's sunday, and I'm thinking what the hell have I done? I've avoided some things, while trying new things. Do you ever feel like you are in an absurd comedy? You do stuff, but nothing really happens?

The Uneventful. I definitely avoided work all weekend. C and I need to study for our swedish exam. I need to work on my response to the motion to dismiss for class. Have a talked about or instigated any measures to further these projects. HELLS no. I can already see this week dragging a bit. BORING.

The Eventful. C took me shopping. I've needed going out, casual type wear. We hit the big H&M on HAmngatan and went crazy. The shirts here are great because they actually fit through the body instead of being frumpy like ol-dman-wear you get in the STates unless you buy Donna Karan or something. So I procured two sweaters, shirts and a scarf. I looked at jeans, but to be perfectly honest, I'm not built for swedish jeans -- my legs are thick, my crotch doesnt' fill it out enough, and the waist lines are wierd. I spent 8 hours with friends outside of school. I decided I don't want to have much of anything to do with the aforementioned-date-to-be who called after having my digits for a week. I've severely broken diet, the point I will have to cut carbs this coming week. We saw Supersize Me -- some scary shit. You don't really have to go see it, just no more fast food ... like ever. I'd rather go to cafe anyways. I've showered at least 6 times ... always an event :) I'm going to try to join N, D's fiancee, for Boxercise this morning.

GO ME

~So Desu Ne

Too Little, too Late?

Interest. Does it ever occur to people that the best way to show interest in someone is to actually express such interest? I think not. I swear I must be the only person alive who doesn't "wait three days" before calling. I'm definitely not afraid to talk to people about my interests, even if they are preliminary.

What irritates me, to no end, is when you have a friend set you up with another person you've met casually. Only catch, that other person, whom you know has your digits, waits to call. Then, when they can't find someone to do something with, or they are "horny, and need some" they call you. Always appropriate. The date isn't even a set thing yet.

I'm tempted to decline even though I've said I'd be interested. I feel like it's been a week and a half, and fucking sitting on your hands while I know you have my number irritates me. It's been so long that I was caught completely offguard when I got the call. I was somewhat prefunctory, giving some offhanded, "oh if it doesn't work out maybe we could do something else." Eh not sure I'm gonna do it. We'll see ...

~B

Failure in Dating?

As usual, I'm using this to gripe. Last weekend I had three first-date-or-whatevers. Basically, just meeting people, but date has taken on such a voluminous meaning it's hard to decide what to call them nowadays. Unfortunately, I'm starting to think all three were total flops. One was a total flop. At least.

Date 1: S. This was a lovely date, after we got passed the,"where the fuck are you?" problems. We just hadn't planned out the meeting well enough. Anyways, I think we were mutually attracted, at least superficially since that is how those first meetings run - it's all or nothing. We went for coffee. My date was quite a bit younger, iranian-swedish and in the military. Very attractive. In any case, we talked video games, anime, movies and family. Then we moved into stuff we do with friends and travelling etc. It was nice. We both had to go home for dinner with the family. All in all a great date. The problem came on Sunday when I was supposed to go out again and meet my date's friends. I was supposed to get up early on monday (we've really had the WORST week, see the other blog) and I was, in truth, exhausted. Of course my date understood and said we'd talk later, meaning this weekend since the military forbids mid-week internet and cellphone use. I've yet to hear anything ...

Date 2: A. OMG, this was one terrible date. We met up to fika on Gamla Stan. What happened though, was that I recognized my date immediately, not from coincidence to picture-likeness but more for the stark variance. I could instantly see how the pictures created a second persona for this person. Anyways, I was not impressed to say the least. MORE important, as superficial as the first analysis sounds, is that the person (1) had trouble talking with me and (2) shared few or no interests of mine. I'm a good conversationalist, but let me tell you, this was absolutely terrible. We ended up not going for fika, but walking around instead. Granted this probably hindered me getting to know my date, but quite frankly I've made no bones about being able to decide if I want to see someone again in the first 10 minutes after meeting. Suffice to say, we won't meet again given any choice of mine.

Date 3: St. We met at the train station. My date was a german flight attendant, and DROP DEAD cute. I decided I liked my date in the first three minutes because we immediately started talking about family. The conversation had a quid pro quo quality a kin to familiar conversations, so we both opened up pretty quickly. Family, ex's, traveling, and friends monopolized the topics of conversation. We fikade for 3 hours (of course having excellent cakes and coffee). After we took a quick tour of down town, seeing the sites with my running commentary -- "We're walking, We're walking. And we stop ... you'll note here ..." :) It was a nice date, but I had, again, promised to be home for dinner. 5 hour date is nice though. We've been in touch via email and sms, but I don't know if my date will come back :( We'll hope though, I had a good time.

So, it turns out that each date semi flopped. The first I have to wait and see. The second is a definitely no-go. The third is a traveller so it may never happen again. It was nice, but I sometimes hate fleeting dates. I think it was time well spent though.

Daily Affirmation:

To the World you may be One
But to One you may be the World.

~B

Working it Out

Even after my pouting episode this morning, I ended up at the gym about midday. I DID have to miss lunch as a result, but I made up for it around dinner time. I swear I ate half a meatloaf. Was tastig eller smakade bra. I've tried to post on the other blog but it's just not working :(

I went and did legs today. Amazingly it was PACKED. I mean wall to wall filled, even at 2 pm. What are these people thinking?! They must never work. I think I can sum-up swedish male society though: They were metrosexual before it was popular and they have to have invented flex time, because they are total masters of it. I bet that the average swede (not N) puts in 35 hours a week, tops.

Damn , I need to get a job here ...

Cranky and Crochety

This is definitely one of those don't-fuck-with-me-this-morning days. I woke up at the ass crack of dawn, having gone to bed uber early, so I would could go to the gym. After a series of anxiety dreams about the different motions I now have due on friday, I woke up and reached, double jointedly, across my back to turn off my damn radio. So now my shoulder hurts. I don't knwo who I was performing for, or why the hell I Thought I could perform such a feat without hurting for the rest of the day. Doubtful that my efemeral audience enjoyed it much. Can we say, waste of energy?

The clencher, I think, is that I got up so early to go to the gym. What I realized subsequent to my superhuman feat of alarm squelching, there was no way I could get to the gym and do legs in time to get to class today. So why the fuck was I up. Add an hour to the clock and go back to bed. I am doubtful now that I will even make it to the gym today. This is really turning out to "be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I'll move to Australia ..."

There and Back Again, a tale of First Dates

I've written this about 7 times now. Blogger was totally fucked up earlier, so I hope its worked out its issues

C and D seemed quite suprised the other day when I mentioned that I'd been on 60 some odd dates in the last few years. It doesn't bother me so much, it's the lack of second and third dates that just REALLY gets to me. I can usually tell in the first 10 minutes if I want to see someone again. I've almost never been wrong. I've even tried going on the second date with those I discounted by the 10-minute rule, and it was not pretty. For the most part though, I've got it down to a set of casual rules or guidelines. They are really just common sense, but damn it's amazing how many of these people neglect.

Note on Accomplishments and Finding that Perfect Someone. D mentioned that I seem accomplished and that it must be just devasting to find someone who keeps me interested. D, herself exceptionally accomplished, should have a pretty good idea of how that works out, but I do understand her concerns. I'm relatively laid back and easy going, and I do NOT appreciate a 'pissing' contest between people who've done alot. Instead I like to get to know people different from myself. The difficultly is that I don't want people interested in me so much BECAUSE I've done this or that, but more for who I am. I think it ultimately comes down to a phrase I've been thinking about over the last week or so: I want to be a treasure not a trophy. I am currently growing into this new idea. It probably comes from dating an emotionally abusive fuckwit nobhead with no nob for almost two years.

First Date Rules. (1) Be clean, (2) Be punctual, (3) conversation is a two way street, (4) Keep hands OUT of salad at dinner, (5) use the 30-minutes-in-save-my-ass-sms program through friends so you have an out if you need it, (6) always meet in public, even when you've met the person out before, (7) repeat (5) for good measure (I've yet to use this), (8) avoid onions, (9) if you are going for coffee take good gum, (10) Shake to meet, huge to end, (11) Kissing optional and (11a) avoid all tongue.

Deal Breakers. (1) Smells relating to any general hygeine principals, (2) fantasies and fetishes are for sharing later, NOT first date material, (3) talking about gay shit: fashion, clubs, drugs and shopping, (4) telling someone they are gay or straight because of what they wear/drive, (5) talking about your relations with my ex (especially while we were together), (6) groping, grabbing, or otherwise inappropriate or unwanted touching (call it the tort waiting to happen), (7) Lying, (8) 'sharing' my dessert and eating all the god damned frosting off (aka the frosting incident with aforementioned ex), (9) being so into yourself that you think everyone else should be as well, (10) scoping others while on the date, and (10a) talking about the scopage like it's casual (hence assuming I'm doing it as well).

Thoughts? Concerns?

Deal breakers are always good ... but for some a deal breaker is endearing.

B-dawg

Random Movie Quotes

Because I feel like it, the following is a listing of movie quotes. Some obscure, some pretty mainstream, see what you think. I may try to put them into a paragraph later.

Non Desu Ka

Five point palm exploding heart technique - that takes neither 5 points from your palm, nor, I swear, 5 steps to kill you ... reguardless of what the movie says.

I ask my looking glass. 'What is it? Makes me so exquisite'

Have you ever HAD cum in your eye ... it BURNS, omg it BURNS ...

What does Ecto Gamat mean?

My name is Inigio Montoya You killed my Father Prepare to Die

As you wish

Is he Dead? My guess would be yes

I will die, sad and alone, found three weeks later, half eaten by wild dogs.

CarolAnne, if you don't talk right now, your dad will give you a spanking, a REAL spanking.

more later ... dinner now

"It's all bullshit anyways"

How often should someone be allowed to use this phrase? I think I've used it in 12 times in the last week. For some reason I really feel like I've reached my quota for the year. But then again look at the world I live in ! Ha, easy excuse I know, but it really seems like I explain away just about everything.

I guess the most recent being the dating scene. I mean, I've gone out a few times, to parties, to a bar, for fika etc. It's been terribly disappointing. The people I've hung out with so far are great, but they are all committed. It's not really my thing to date committed people. That seems reasonable right? What really gets my goat though is the "let's talk about stuff and then not do it." I absolutely hate people who make plans and can't follow through. Not that I don't flake out sometimes, but it's just the consistent flaking out that really gets to me.

For one, my new friends have 'passed on' my number to prospective people. And yet, they haven't called. Not that I'm suprised for some, but I've actually met others. The frustrating thing now is that you have to explain away why they haven't called and it's the weekend. Clearly they aren't too busy. I wish people would just decline politely and not string people along.

The other problem I'm having is getting out on the scene. It's tough enough to get me out. As many of you know, I absolutely hate to dance. Mi got me dancing a few times by getting me so drunk I could barely stand. So, unless I'm in a drunken stupor forget me dancing. So, I am probably not going to meet many people at dance clubs. Couple that with my inability to walk into a bar by myself and just throw myself at people. I did go to a pub though where I knew absolutely no one. I introduced my self to someone and thought the person would do the polite thing and introduce me to others. Oh no. Instead, I Was cornered for an hour or so talking environmental policy. Then I introduced myself to other peoples, but they are all in groups, so it's really hard to break into a group like that. I've just come to the conclusion that it's all bullshit. About the only way, like law school, I am going to get by is to get better at it. I'm not sure I want to, but I've got little choice. It is all bullshit ... isn't it?