February 2004 Archives

I'm employed. yay! The pay isn't the best, but the job sounds like a lot of fun (ie: lotsa work, exactly what I'm wanting), so I don't mind too much. I'm probably going to have to get a second job to help pay all of the bills, or I'm going to have to look at getting a roommate. I'm checking out a bunch of schools like Georgia Medical Institute because I'm going to go ahead with my plans to become a part-time massage therapist. The classes sound hella cool - heated rock massage, aromatherapy - and it'd be something to fall back on should the IT economy ever take even more of a dump. I can charge quite a bit for an hour of work, and define my own hours as well, so it'd be a perfect second job. Naturally, Mike is very supportive. I think he just wants me to practice on him.

I found out about the job Friday night, and afterwords Mike, Nick, Rose, Tony, James, Joe, and I all went out to dinner in Duluth. The bars there suck though - only 2 shots per person. Wtf? Not that I really do shots, but it's fucked up nonetheless. We ditched Duluth to go to Fado's down in Buckhead, which is my bar of choice. Really, it's the only place in Buckhead worth going to. It's kind of awkward though, especially since Michelle's white trash best friend gave the drummer of the band that plays on Fridays a blowjob in my apartment while I wasn't there back in January. He walked outside and recognized me. Can we say "awkward moment"? Like, Hi. Please never be coming in my apartment again. Er...

Other than that, Fado's was a blast. We stayed there until it closed. I really didn't drink that much because both Mike and I have been sick lately. I think we caught whatever Nathan had. We got back here and watched PPV until 5 AM while talking about some Serious Stuff until I fell asleep on the floor of the living room.

Saturday night, we were just going to go to IHOP, but we ended up going with Arawn and chyenne to Dave & Busters. I was defeated in the ferarri simulator for the very first time, although I don't feel bad. I had a handicap - a headache and I was wearing sneakers. I'm not used to driving in sneakers, only heels. Beh. Oh well, I'll beat them next time. Once again, didn't drink that much. Half a screwdriver (although it was very strong), a long island ice tea, and some girly drink. When I got home around 2:30 AM, I felt sooo ill. I managed to get to sleep, but then I woke up at 9 AM and was violently sick. yeah. Ew. I feel a lot better now, but I'm afraid to eat anything. I hope this stays gone, because I have my first day of work tomorrow. Mike is going to take my car up to get it worked on tomorrow since we couldn't do it earlier. I will cry when I have my car back. I will be that happy. *sniffle*

I haven't really got any plans for tonight. I think I'll have Mike bring me up to the grocery store. Maybe I'll make cookies. It's the last night before a new job, I just need to stay at home and chill.

Sometimes when I'm out with Mike and all of his friends when everyone is just sitting back and talking and laughing, I like to pull back for a second and watch all of it from the outside and think about how lucky I am to be a part of it. Some things just can't be put into words on a blog.

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21:30.green__: pf is like a good firewall 21:30.green__: but minus all the good stuff 21:30.green__: but hey 21:30.green__: at least it's got Theo 21:30.green__: instead of Darren Reed

I just woke up from a 4 hour nap. That was nice.

Last night, Mike and I finally made it over to his parents. We had a really yummy dinner where I really wasn't interrogated that much. It mainly consisted of everyone picking on Mike. His sister was pretty cool, too. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I can't imagine what it would have been like to grow up in an environment like that. I love my parents, and I wouldn't have changed a thing about my childhood because my experiences have formed who I am, but I still wonder what it would have been like if things had been different.

When we left, he told me his parents like me. That was a huge load off of my mind. I think I'm still a bit traumitized from Chad's parents. They hated me and thought all sorts of terrible things about me, so I just expect all parents to hate me automatically. It is a huge relief to me to like Mike's family so much and to have them like me. I had spent part of the night agonizing over what to wear, and then pestering Mike to clean up so he'd look nice. He kept telling me it was no big deal, but meeting the parents is a *huge* deal. I wanted to look nice, etc. Guys are so totally obtuse sometimes.

After we got out of his parents house, we went to the movies to see "50 First Dates". I ended up laying down across 2 seats and putting my head in his lap to watch it, I was so tired and run down from stress. It was an adorable movie. I wonder if that kind of love really exists? Could you ever imagine doing that for the same person over and over again? That's some hardcore love right there.

I had a job interview today, and it went rather well. I think I might have it - cross your fingers. I have to go back on Thurs or Fri for a second interview. I'm still getting calls from recruiters, so I'm thinking that taking on a second job might be a distinct possibility. Who needs sleep, anyways? Not me.

If the gods are smiling, today I will have my car back.

About a month ago, I broke it. I was going maybe 120mph or so up I-85N, and the check engine light came on. Luckily, Mike was following right behind me. We don't entirely know what is wrong yet, but the thought is that something just needs to be tightened. There's vibration and a rattling at low RPM's. We're going to be driving it up to the shop today to take a look at it though. heh. I get to watch Mike work on cars. Rock.

Tomorrow, I have like 3216932167389 job interviews lined up. The job market is crazy. If you're going to be unemployed in the ATL, now's the time to do it. Wish me luck!

22:47.sektie: i have found a question that is even better than 'does this make me look fat?' 22:47.sektie: 'if i was a guy, would you still love me?' 22:48.illusion: sektie: what's the response? 22:48.sektie: it's a good line. 22:48.Kurin: This is why guys don't like it when girls talk. 22:48.Kurin: Dangerous. 22:49.NeoV: sektie: the correct answer would be: "Yes, but as a friend" 22:49.NeoV: :P 22:50.Mammut: or 22:50.Mammut: fuck no 22:50.sektie: neov: but that means he doesn't love me for the person i am 22:50.sektie: he just loves me for my girlparts. 22:50.illusion nods

orkut is turning into more of a cult than I thought was possible.

I have 74 friends, a bunch of which are spanish and korean, and I have no clue who they are. I only know maybe 20 or 30 of my listed friends irl, maybe another 20 or so off IRC, and I have no clue who the other people are. They added me as a friend though, and I felt like it would be rude to not be friendly back. Or something.

Wtf.

I'm installing Windows XP.

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, gag, vomit, ew.

I feel dirty.

the haxxxor dvd makes me very, very angry.

I'm feeling agitated this morning, and maybe I shouldn't be. I'm not sure.

I'm having guy problems.

Up until this point, I've tried to not mention Mike out of respect for my soon-to-be-ex-husband Chad. I can't really say why I'm starting to talk about him now. Frustration? So Chad, if you're reading, you might want to stop watching the site now.

Mike is a security analyst I've been dating for about 6 weeks. I could go on and on about his attributes, but I'm running short on time, so I'm just going to cut it short and say he's overall a good guy. He's just a little flakey sometimes, and it really bothers me.

Last night we went to The Melting Pot for dinner, had a great night, and then came back to my place. I fell asleep pretty quickly - it was late, I was tired, I'd had a long day. Mike woke me up around 3 AM to say he was taking off, and I asked him to come back after it was done. I'd been having a lot of back problems that night, so even now, I still feel really worn down. I just wanted to see him here when I woke up. He said he'd try, but then he said he would when I asked him again. He also said if he couldn't, he'd call to wake me up in the morning for a job interview I have today.

I open my eyes at 9 AM - no Mike, no phone call.

If this was the first time, I'd probably be a lot more angry than I am. I feel defeated and tired of beating the brick wall. I hate this feeling. I've tried to bring it up with him before, but he always says he's on time and there when it counts. It counted this morning. I'm glad I managed to wake myself up.

The really pathetic part is I SMS'ed him for an excuse. I know it's going to involve alcohol. I KNOW this, but I have to get an answer from him just to verify because I'm crossing my fingers hoping something major came up.

Last night went so well (with the exception of the back stuff). I'm supposed to meet his parents today. I don't know if I want to, now.

I'm tired of fighting this, but it doesn't seem like it should be as major as it is in my mind. This is the worst feeling in the world.

alfred: I LOVE SHINY alfred: <3 <3 <3 !!!!!11!!!11!ONEONEONE

sublime, yum.

I promise I will either have the new site up by this Friday night, or I'll put the album section back up. Sigh. Stop yer whinin.

Code to write, food to avoid so I can fit into these pants better by v-day, an apartment to clean, and world domination schemes to perfect. I'm really not avoiding the site.

I haven't gotten any more hate mail from orkut. Just a bunch of fanmail and such. It's really sweet, but I never know how to reply to emails like that. Hm. Thanks?

I feel so shiny. V-day is fast approaching. What are your plans? I'm going to the Chamber, a psuedo-bondage club here in Atlanta. I adore reasons to wear my 6" heels.

and yes, I include myself in that generalization.

there's someone who i'd really like to beat the hell out of right now. in a bad way.

grrrr.

tired of being upset all the fuqn time. is it worth it?

In response to my orkut profile, I got this email. I'll protect his email address, but I just found this too funny not to post.

From: Javier Subject: I just found your profile...

...and you seem to be a real bitch. If you think that FreeBSD admins are good at bed is because you've fucked not too much, that's for sure. Your favourit music groups are just a fucking crap, you seem to be the typical stupid girl that does know nothing about outside USA because of your completely inculture.

If you are really 22 (you seem like 13) and the only thing you've learned from your past relationships is about the penis size of debian & freebsd guys there are only two words that define yourself: silly and bitch.

Have a fucking good day.

PS: I run Gentoo and OpenBSD and my last girlfriend called me God.

please be fixing teh ata driver problems.

i cannot access my warez, music, movies, and porn if my fileserver is down because freebsd won't install.

*tear*

(if you took this post seriously, you probably know me better than you think you do.)

<jaymz> god, if he exists, which he doesn't, is clearly a sadistic motherfucker.

<poxy> you freaks are like the penises swarming around a dead woman-carcass

<HexGhost> im going to have to inject cocaine into my dick and masturbate to illegal porn to clear the taste of this local news from my mouth.

drank entirely too much last night.

flipped out on mike. it's his own damn fault. beh.

i feel like beating someone up.

fucking alcohol.