I'm living in a Maury-esque wonderland of amorous calamities and compounded predicaments. All that's needed now is an electrified audience and an appearance by Mr. Povich himself.
Without delving verbosely into the sundries (and the pregnancies), I can safely assert that things have calmed down a bit. For the moment. No more drama. For now.
Just kidding.
Totes drama. Dramarama. Fo' drizzle. I'm not big on feelings, or people who frequently express theirs, or people who express feelings about me. I just want to have fun and enjoy life, please, so don't drag me into your pity party. What's worse than people who feel the need to incessantly wallow in their own self-pity and share their unwarranted melancholia with the world? I'm not absolutely apathetic (I care and look out for my friends), but shit. Now, there are people who actually have genuine, authentic issues. Real legit shit that I don't begrudge, and that they have every right to bemoan.
And then there are other people. People that I frequently find myself involved with. Take, for instance, my high school sweetheart. I was having a lot of fun hanging out with her on the rare occasion that she was in town. Strictly platonic business. And then we slept with each other (it was bad). And then we slept with each other again (it didn't improve). She invited me up to visit her for a weekend and I accepted because I thought it would be fun to hang out and what else was I going to do? Turns out now she's all gushy about it, throwing a party in my honor, and frequently sending me messages about how much she misses me and how excited she is to see me.
All of it, really, is utterly disenchanting. She's not a bad person, in fact she's pretty fucking cool, but my god is she emotional (which is, unsurprisingly, a synonym of "pathetic").
Then there's my closest friend, who I absolutely care for. She knows how to keep her emotions on the DL, and I love her for it. She also thinks I have a black, empty heart and no feelings whatsoever. And she wants me to fall in love with my high school sweetheart.
She's used to disappointment, though, so there's no real impetus for me to make a concerted effort in order to appease her when it comes to that. However, I will do pretty much anything else for her. We are planning on going on a road trip up to Vancouver soon, which is going to be great. I'm my happiest (ugh) when I'm with her, and we have the best of times. Which is why I must make sure that we will never be anything more than friends. It's just, the fucking dreams about her. Jesus. I must behave.
/drama
(TL;DR version: I dislike people who express emotions and I don't want to be in a relationship, but I'm in love with my best friend.)
I've been frequenting the local VA lately, and by "frequenting" I mean "begging for pain relief at". It's only been getting worse, which is a surprise given my propensity for indolence. Now I'm receiving disability and taking medication that has a slim chance of actually doing any good, medication that, in conjunction with my affliction, precludes me from finding a job that puts my experience to good use. Further, I'm applying to a maritime university to study mechanical engineering, and my condition may prevent them from accepting my application. On the bright side, I have to be the youngest patient at the local VA, which will pay off if any cute nurses/doctors/volunteers my age ever start working there (not getting my hopes up on that one). But I'm glad I'm getting some form of treatment, and that the treatment is free. Fingers are still crossed for this school because it's going to take a lot of work, but I will be doing something that I enjoy immensely.
I'm attempting to maintain (or even establish) healthy living standards, in a futile attempt to help slow the indefatigable deterioration of my fucking leg (yup, the pain will only get worse from here on out, FOREVER). This has resulted in my gaining, thus far, almost 30 pounds. On the other hand, it really hurts. So it's a win-win, really.
Before:
Without delving verbosely into the sundries (and the pregnancies), I can safely assert that things have calmed down a bit. For the moment. No more drama. For now.
Just kidding.
Totes drama. Dramarama. Fo' drizzle. I'm not big on feelings, or people who frequently express theirs, or people who express feelings about me. I just want to have fun and enjoy life, please, so don't drag me into your pity party. What's worse than people who feel the need to incessantly wallow in their own self-pity and share their unwarranted melancholia with the world? I'm not absolutely apathetic (I care and look out for my friends), but shit. Now, there are people who actually have genuine, authentic issues. Real legit shit that I don't begrudge, and that they have every right to bemoan.
And then there are other people. People that I frequently find myself involved with. Take, for instance, my high school sweetheart. I was having a lot of fun hanging out with her on the rare occasion that she was in town. Strictly platonic business. And then we slept with each other (it was bad). And then we slept with each other again (it didn't improve). She invited me up to visit her for a weekend and I accepted because I thought it would be fun to hang out and what else was I going to do? Turns out now she's all gushy about it, throwing a party in my honor, and frequently sending me messages about how much she misses me and how excited she is to see me.
All of it, really, is utterly disenchanting. She's not a bad person, in fact she's pretty fucking cool, but my god is she emotional (which is, unsurprisingly, a synonym of "pathetic").
Then there's my closest friend, who I absolutely care for. She knows how to keep her emotions on the DL, and I love her for it. She also thinks I have a black, empty heart and no feelings whatsoever. And she wants me to fall in love with my high school sweetheart.
She's used to disappointment, though, so there's no real impetus for me to make a concerted effort in order to appease her when it comes to that. However, I will do pretty much anything else for her. We are planning on going on a road trip up to Vancouver soon, which is going to be great. I'm my happiest (ugh) when I'm with her, and we have the best of times. Which is why I must make sure that we will never be anything more than friends. It's just, the fucking dreams about her. Jesus. I must behave./drama
(TL;DR version: I dislike people who express emotions and I don't want to be in a relationship, but I'm in love with my best friend.)
I've been frequenting the local VA lately, and by "frequenting" I mean "begging for pain relief at". It's only been getting worse, which is a surprise given my propensity for indolence. Now I'm receiving disability and taking medication that has a slim chance of actually doing any good, medication that, in conjunction with my affliction, precludes me from finding a job that puts my experience to good use. Further, I'm applying to a maritime university to study mechanical engineering, and my condition may prevent them from accepting my application. On the bright side, I have to be the youngest patient at the local VA, which will pay off if any cute nurses/doctors/volunteers my age ever start working there (not getting my hopes up on that one). But I'm glad I'm getting some form of treatment, and that the treatment is free. Fingers are still crossed for this school because it's going to take a lot of work, but I will be doing something that I enjoy immensely.
I'm attempting to maintain (or even establish) healthy living standards, in a futile attempt to help slow the indefatigable deterioration of my fucking leg (yup, the pain will only get worse from here on out, FOREVER). This has resulted in my gaining, thus far, almost 30 pounds. On the other hand, it really hurts. So it's a win-win, really.
Before:
After:
Of course, the progress isn't...progressing as rapidly as I would have liked. And it doesn't help that I've been watching True Blood, with all of its hot, sexy, truly enviable studly dudes.
Umf.
Speaking of hot dudes, my friend just started an awesome blog dedicated to the "hot individuals of the bepenised persuasion". Check it out! So awesome.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cause further damage my body image.
God damn, Slider is fucking choice.
"Well maybe I'm wrong, but everyone gets bored once in a while."
By this point, I should have realized that I can't make myself care, no matter how much I want to. I get bored all of the time.
By this point, I should have realized that I can't make myself care, no matter how much I want to. I get bored all of the time.
