Showing posts with label FML. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FML. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Seemed like a good idea...


I feel like shit.

It's that time of year again where everyone gets sick and everyone else gets to hear them bitch about it. And who needs to run errands anyway? Especially given how exhausted I got just throwing my blankets off of me and stumbling the 4 ft to the bathroom to throw up.

Also, the beer last night probably didn't help. But when you live with a French dude for a few months, and he's leaving in a matter of days, you have to get shitfaced and make fun of him and make sure he remembers how awesome Canadian beer is. It's in the rules.

This makes perfect sense to me.

Oh and of course I have to share the news. I did get an email back from that young women that I spent a rather excellent Wednesday morning with.

Turns out she saw my blog link on Facebook....and was not terribly happy about it. But to be fair, I post all my blog entries on my wall, and I was kinda hoping she'd read the thing. Because when you don't return my phone calls how else am I supposed to let you know how I feel.

Also, definitely bragging.

Furthermore, since I didn't mention her name I was kinda hoping I wasn't going to get in as much shit as I did. But hey, seemed like a good idea at the time, and what the fuck am I even doing with a blog if I'm going to (MOTHERFUCKING TEDDY BEAR LOVING CUNT) self-censor. She's a literature major, she should understand.

But yeah awkward Facebook messages have punctuated virtually every single relationship I've had, this was no different. She's not that sure but she might be interested. I'm...not? Turns out even dragon slaying fantasy book geeks can be picky too.

I was doing her a favor by helping her out with some ex-landlord issues, but we weren't really friends. It was more like a chance to see if I could still pull off the stuff I went to school for. And turns out I can.

Honestly a lot of it mostly comes down to the fact that my Jay, Josh and Meg would eat her fucking alive. Family means a lot to me. I think my roommates would be mostly nice to just be polite, but they would probably not get along with her too.

Of course there's more to it than that, but there's a difference between not self censoring and baring your entire heart and soul online. Even if sometimes I sound like an angsty 13 year old on livejournal.

Funny story though, after I posted that and a few friends read about it I got more knocks on my bedroom door and fist bumps then I knew what to do with.

Even if the girls didn't like the Sam-flavored chicken fingers comment. Screw that. I'm hilarious.

That's me.  Hopped up on over the counter cough medications and waiting for another slightly angry email.

Spammy
 













Thursday, April 28, 2011

Saying goodbye blows ass.

I love saying hello after a long time apart from a friend of family member. Enthusiastic greetings are one thing I'll never get tire of. Like one time I met a friend I hadn't seen for a while at the mall and she slipped and fell on her ass (due to improper footwear as I recall) in a hurried attempt to give me a hug. How can that not be anything but awesome?

But I fucking HATE having to say goodbye.



Not goodbye as in the "Oh you're going to campus? I'll be at work when you get back, so I guess I'll see ya tomorrow" kind of goodbye. But more like the "I might never see you again for the rest of our lives, so uh, have a nice trip?" kind of goodbyes.

Hell I'm even bad at the kind of goodbye where you know you're going to see the person again, even if it's still going to be months and months away but you still have to wait awkwardly at the airport or help put a suitcase in the back of a vehicle.

Also I sometimes overdo the goodbye hug.

It just sucks. I mean this past year, despite some super major horseshit, has been a spectacular time. And it pretty much comes down to the absurd amount of people I met and became friends with. It has truly been something special. But these last few days I've had to say goodbye to whole whack of them.

But all I have to do is go through this very blog to remember the fun we had. Yeah saying goodbye sucks, but the memories are still there. That's something right?

Bah. I hate it.

That's me.

SpAmmy