7 posts tagged “excited”

It's 642am. 
I should be snoring right now.  For at least another 20 mins. 
But nope!  I've been waking up regularly since about 5a then at about 6 or 630a my eyes decided they didn't want to close anymore. 
Bastards.
I need coffee.

It's brewing.

The good thing about me being up this early is that I'm totally awake and as long as I stay this way and can get my ass away from the computer I might get some stuff done. 
Like dishes. 
I can also save my newly acquired PJ Harvey to my flash so I can bring it to the T's and make beautiful cd's with it. 
I think my printer is out of ink.  That sucks.

Damn you Lesley's printer for not playing nice with my computer.  That's really not very cool of you!!
Oh well, It was a nice idea.  It might still happen, but I doubt it.

I woke up with a ginormous zit on my inner thigh.  Hurts like a bitch.  Hmmm, sexy.

Time to tear myself away from this thing.  Maybe I'll shower before I go to the T's.  Exciting.

Disclaimer:  I'm stoned.  I wasn't during the early parts of this post then sometime around the time I needed a shower I decided I should smoke too.  And then I did.  And showered and made coffee and now I'm not longer ready to strangle the Skinhead.  Well, though the shower and coffee were/are delicious I really think the loss of the strangling feelings should be credited more to the reefer and some songs about "apple bottom jeans" and some gentleman who sings about how "I may not have a motorboat but I can float your boat."  Add in the fact that no one else is home so I can dance around the apartment naked... well, seriously who can stay mad after that????

-------------Now, back to your regularly scheduled blog..-----------------

So, I don't really remember posting last night.  I wasn't drunk though (or stoned.) I think I might have been drunk on tiredness. 
It was a bit of a full day. 
I was up at 7a, watching little T at 8a. Made the Little T swap with the Terrorist right around 340p then I went right into work and worked until 11.30. 
Then came home, showered and had some sex.  (Apparently some enjoyable if somewhat painful sex)

In order for the Terrorist and I to have sex time we've taken to planning it out around child care.  Which, last night, was my roommate.  (Thank you, Lesley.)  She went over there and hung out and we come down here and touched each other.  Lesley, is leaving for Singapore in 3 days.  (She's going to be gone for 3 weeks)  :-(   Grandpa T has offered to occasionally take Little T on afternoons that I have off.  ( Grandpa T is an amazing man.)  Now, I can't say that I'm a huge fan of planned sex but planned sex is like Twelve Billion and Ten time's better than no sex.  So planned sex it is.

I'm oily, I need to shower.

Much better.
Where was I?  Ahh yes, sex. 
Planned sex. 
Though it doesn't have that element of surprise that I love, it's been anything but bad sex.  And the surprise element snuck up and bit me on Wednesday night.  Little T sleeping soundly, the Terrorist and I were hanging out on the couch.  I figured he was feeling a bit randy because he kept mentioning something about babysitters, or humping on the stairs (but there's a big window there) or how much the situation sucks.  Then he initiates the fooling around process.  
I never did the whole sneek around thing when I was in high school.   Due to many reason's, I never actually kissed anyone until I was almost 19.  So this whole sneak around thing is completely new to me and I find it both very exciting and very terrifying.  (Not that there's been a lot of sneaking around, but still...)  I don't think I could handle it if we were going at it then I hear... "Dad, what are you doing to Megan?"  or even worse... "Megan, what are you doing to my Dad?"  Ugh...  Okay time for a subject change.

I'm sitting in my room playing online.  This is so freaking weird to me.  Weird in a fucking awesome way because Lesley leaves in 3 days and she's taking her laptop with her.  I was worried I'd have to go internet-less or drag my computer into the livingroom.  (Though Little T has told me on many occasions that I could use his computer ANY time I needed.)  Plus I use the Terrorist's computer when I'm there during the day but it's the after work/weekend times I'm worried about.  Well maybe "worried" is a bit extreme but anyway it's not an issue anymore because I'm online on MY computer, in MY room!

Oh yeah, Jijibu, where'd the hell you go?  You sent me an email on OkC then before I could respond (we wont mention the fact that it took me 2-3 weeks to respond) you deleted your account.  What's up?  How's the girl?

I dont wanna go to work.

I need to find better music.
Actually I think I'm going to end this and go dance around some more... this time I think she's going to move her body like a cyclone.  (I really hate the fact that I love all this cheezy ass hiphop... but you just can help but wiggle to it!  It's too damn catchy!!)
Anyway, I should clean a bit before I need to get ready/leave for work
Fuck, I don't want to go to work.

I love birthdays.
I think they're great.  A day to honor a person's life is a beautiful thing. 

Today, is the Terrorist's birthday, I think I'm more excited than he is.
That's okay, I can restrain myself.  I understand that not everyone is as into birthdays as I am.

But that doesn't mean I can't wish him a...

Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!

I'm very excited and not just because I hate my job.  I'm going to be motivated today.  I'm going to get shit done!  
I slept like a rock last night.   It was fabulous.  (Aside from that fact that my spine feels like stone.)  I crawled into the magical bed last night around 2am.  Put my mp3 player on and laid it on my chest (between my boobs) then I woke up 7 hours later to Lesley's alarm clock and it was in the same exact spot.  That never happens.  1. I NEVER sleep on my back.  2.  I always move in my sleep.  Either way... it was a great nap.

Today.
Today I'm going to do some things...
Things like...

1.  Go to Wal*Greens
     Get contact souliton, soap and shampoo.
2.  Take out contacts and shower.
3.  Clean my room.
     Find a place for pretty new rug, possibly move computer back, hang up wall things, make it more cozy and livable.
4.  Tidy up kitchen/living room.
5.  Send a few resumes out.  
     Objection:  Find job where co-workers have all actually completed puberty.
6.  Possibly scrape bowl or obtain reefer some other way.
7.  Go downtown.  Get mail.
8.  Watch Juno if time.

Just got a text from Chris.  I woke up this morning and he wasn't here.  Which was weird cause he was here last night when I got home, he was in the shower when I went to bed.  Then this morning he was missing.  Found a note on the computer that said he was at Ogre's.  Ogre is a chick he met via craigslist not too long ago*.  I worry about this arrangement because of a few reasons but it's none of my business and if it's keeping him happy and occupided and not thinking of the ex girlfriend  then I guess I should shut the fuck up and mind my own fucking business.

I hate that fact that I tend to mother my friends.

That's it for now I think.

*She's dubbed Ogre because she has a think for the Ogre body type and not because she looks like an Ogre.   

Wow...
I'm just generally happier knowing that I don't have to work mornings anymore.

Anyway... moving on to THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!

Nathan.
My love.
My homo-life partner.
If by life partner you mean someone whom you'll always love and not someone you'll always live with cause there's like 3000 miles between us.

But not for one week in July.
That's right kiddies...
Nathan is finally coming to Oregon!

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

His mom is giving him $300 to put toward the trip.  Tonight, or tomorrow, we're going to pick dates.

I'm so fucking excited.

Ps.  I change the address to my blog... 
you can now stalk me at
http://anyonebutmeplease.vox.com
but if you use the old url... it'll forward you.

It's 9.pm already. It feels like I just woke up. Granted I did sleep way too late because I had a massive bake over this morning. Then once I actually woke up I stayed in bed for an extra hour or so then took a long shower and by the time I was out of the house it was about 3p.

I guess that's where the day went.

I sent out a resume or two today. That's pretty much been the standard for the past few days. I hang out with someone who has internet (ie. The Terrorist or Chris) they let me use there internet, I check all the sites I need to check and send a resume or two via craigslist. This method has worked in the past but I think I might need to step it up pretty soon. Which kind of makes me sad. I like being lazy.

Nathan and I have joked in the past about starting a metal band called “Railed”. In our heads we envisioned little kids running up to there parents saying... “Mommy, Mommy! I wanna get Railed for Christmas!!” A little sick? Yes. But funny none-the-less. About 78 seconds ago Nathan and I just came up with lyrics for Railed's first single... “He's going to fuck me in a train, on the way to LA.” It's going to make millions!!

Lesley is out with the co-workers going for a drink or something similar. My presents was requested and though I kind of wanted to go out. A night at home, alone, sounded pretty damn great. I've been surrounded by people the past few days, which isn't at all a bad thing, but I'm ready for some Megan time.

My agenda for the evening?

Get stoned and blog (check)

Make cookies (the butter is softening now)

Clean room/Hang up clothes (I have a new carpet for my room!)

Maybe move Living Room around.

Watch movie.

I'm excited.

Why is it that all night I've been sleepy and now as soon as I actually go to bed and try to get some sleep I can't for the 
life of me fall asleep.  It's 222a (make a wish) I should be sleeping.  I have to work at 10.15a and I'm taking the red-eye
out tomorrow night.  I need to get some sleep in sometime... now would be a perfect time for that to happen.  Why can't 
tonight be light last night where I went from sitting up and playing online to sleeping in about 30 seconds.  (It was great.)

I'm kind of frustrated about Chris.  Yesterday he told me he needed to talk to me but it wasn't stuff he wanted to get into 
at work but then he never took the steps to contact me after work.  He must have been too busy.  Today, I told him I
wont call him because of what happened after the last time I called him.  (Didn't get a call back after two days.)  So I
kind of thought I'd hear from him tonight.  Nope.  Oh well.. what can I do?  He know's that I'm leaving in a few weeks if
he's got other shit going on that's his deal.