I'm such a dork

Dude. My mum met this guy today. And if you don't know who that is, shame on you.

It's Bill Nye the Science Guy!

And yes I realize that I'm a huge dork and nerd for thinking this is cool, but common! It's Bill Nye! I grew up watching this guy! She met him this morning while she's been at this science conference in Boston. And of course she texted me right afterwords to let me know. I'm so jealous.

In other news, S and I have had some interesting conversations this week.

Oh boys.

Lonely

I'm having a very single girl lonely night.

I hate nights like these.

Charlotte: The thing is, there are some things people don't admit because they just don't like the way it sounds. Like, I'm getting a divorce.
Carrie: I'm lonely. I am. The loneliness is palpable.

I live for great music

How much am I loving Sara Bareilles album right now?

A whole lot, seriously, I've had it on repeat all this evening. I LOVE IT.

If you don't have it download it now.

Perfect soundtrack for my evening.

Rainy Days

I blame the weather for my lack of productivity today. Can I do that? I think I just did.

When I lived in Paris I was used to the rain. Sure every now and then you'd like to curl up and read a good magazine (not my orgo book) and just lounge around all day, but in Paris it just rained all the time in the winter. You just got used to it. Not any more though, you can tell I've been in the snow for way too long.

So here I am blogging instead of studying Anatomy. Today however I did take a psychology exam (Abnormal Child Psych, fun stuff right there, and I'm actually not being sarcastic this time, I love it), spent some quality time with my little brother (which is good, our mum is in Boston right now on work, so it's nice to spend time with him, and it's probably good for him too). So we watched "She's the Man" and just talked and had lunch and such. I can't believe he's 16 and driving. I remember myself and my friends at that age and it scares me. He's a good kid though. I've also done dishes, and read all of my orgo (even ahead of schedule, this NEVER happens). So now what I should do is work on Calc (my prof ho-ed my life last night in class, sheesh, I hate calc with a passion), and study Anatomy. But I don't wanna.

Yes, I am a grown (ish) woman, and I just said I don't wanna.

What I do want to do is just curl up on the couch and watch a movie and spoon with a guy. I wonder what S is doing...

I really am having those Sex and the City moments, when Carrie is just like "I need to feel the weight of a man on top of me" That would be amazing right now. You have no idea. Any takers? I'll be the big spoon or the little spoon, doesn't matter to me at this point.

Sigh, it looks like our rain is slowly trying to change over to snow.

Is there such as thing...

...As harmless sexual flirtation?

My opinion, yes.

But then again, apparently I'm wrong, and sexual flirtation can't be harmless. At least not to guys.

Am I sensing a double standard here? I think so.

Apparently when the flirtation crosses over from normal to sexual, the harmlessness goes away. If I say things to a guy, it's leading him on. If a guy were to do the same thing to a woman, he would be said to be suave and sexy, and the fact that he is also leading her on never comes into play.

Why is there still this double standard that women are supposed to be prim and proper, and the only time they're allowed to be sexual is in the privacy of her own bedroom (or whomever room she happens to be in), and should she be sexual, or heaven forbid, act like a man, she's dubbed a whore?

Am I the only woman out there frustrated by this fact?

Why can't I flirt without the expectation that I'll put out?

Thoughts?

The legal system is screwing with me

The legal system is officially screwing with me.

Ugh. I drove an hour and a half with Will, to Hicktown USA (actually we'll call it Hooterville, not because of the boobs, but that's what my mum always called it because it reminded her of a town called Hooterville on a tv show she used to watch). So we drove all the way to Hooterville, because that's where the court is, yet again, for nothing.

Seriously?

I get all dolled up and looking professional, and Will is there in all his glory, and then we meet with one of my lawyers. All is good. We're supposed to go into court at 3, he's briefing me on the questions he's going to ask me and what not (because I guess I'm going to "take the stands" which is really just like sitting in a chair at the front of the room in this little court house). All is well. Then My lawyer goes and meets with the other lawyer (I'll have to come up with nicknames for my former step-brother and his lawyer and what not), and the judge. He comes back to me and says again, that the other side wants to make a deal, and I say, again, that I don't want to make a deal, we are taking this all to court. So he goes back. The judge doesn't want this to go to court.

What. The. Hell.

The other lawyer and this judge are playing these small town politics trying to push my lawyer and I around. And to top it all off, the judge said we couldn't actually do what we wanted to do today. What? He said that's not what we were scheduled for. Excuse me, last I checked a hearing before a judge is a hearing before a judge, why should it matter what it's about?? Sheesh. Never mind that I drove an hour and a half here to sit and just say everything that I've already said. And by the way, the last 20 minutes of the drive are through nothing but cornfields.

I don't have a life or anything. I didn't miss an entire day of classes that I really couldn't afford to miss today to go down there. Will didn't give up a day of his spring break just to go sit in those uncomfortable orange chairs for no good reason.

Ugh. So they want to meet some other time. Of course. Go figure.

It is sooooo unbelievably frustrating you have nooooo idea.

So we did that, then went to our coffee shop (the one small decent coffee shop that is down there) and got coffee. But get this, they were out of chai! Who runs out of chai?? Then we went and got two roses and I went to my dad's grave and put them there (I always do two roses, one from me and one from my little brother). And then we made our long journey home. Except I do think that we made better time coming home than we did going down there.

In other news, the girl downstairs moved in. She seems odd. I have yet to meet her, but when I pulled into the driveway tonight she was outside smoking with a very odd looking guy with long hair. And as soon as I got into my parking spot, they got right into her jeep and drove away, not as quickly as possible, but creeping so that they could get good looks at me. So odd. This should be more than interesting, I'm not sure how I feel about her at this point. But I won't judge. Yet.

So now I'm off with Will to go get some yummy deep dish pizza (that I have been craving since my mum and I watched a show about pizza on the Food Network) and then at 10 the Hills premier is on! Don't judge, Snookie got me hooked.

And I just got an invite to go cuddle with S....and he's excited about the Hills, this could be a good night after all.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter all!

So am I the only one who feels like it is entirely waaay too early to be Easter? No? Ok, good.

I'm such a bad Catholic, I did not go to church this morning. Instead I rolled out of bed after being out with Will until about 4am and got ready for the day around 2pm, which involved throwing on some clothes and still rocking my make up and hair from last night. I made it work. I'm sure you couldn't even tell. At least I hope not.

So today was a trip and a half. First off, obviously, I come from a big Italian family. So typically at Easter we eat some sort of big pasta dinner and salad and greens and all sorts of good stuff. We stopped making homemade canolis because they take a good few days to make. Now I realize that this all seems odd to people, because apparently the normal thing to do is to make ham or something of the sorts for Easter? We've never done this. I hadn't even heard of it until my step-dad (who is not Italian) brought a ham to his first Easter dinner with us. I didn't get it and neither did the rest of my family. Especially my Nonna (grandmother). She asked if it would be ok to feed it to the dogs. Crazy, I know. So anywho, I was informed that this year we would be having turkey for Easter dinner. Who does that?? I was a bit upset. Well I got there and we had turkey and ham, and pasta. Phew, some sort of tradition stayed in tact.

I stopped by my mum's house (where she and my step-dad live, obviously, with my little brother), and started a load of laundry, and while my brother and I were watching TV we were informed that my step-dads parents were coming to dinner. Dear God. This NEVER goes well. I almost had a mini panic attack. Imagine in your head "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" and the guys parents and then the big Greek family.

So we all get there and manage to cram into my aunts small kitchen/dining room. And of course the first thing we do is start talking about the food, and what we normally do and what not. And most of this actually comes out in Italian (most of the Italian I know is about food as sad as that is. The only time my family would speak Italian around me would be in the kitchen or at the dinner table). So his poor parents just sat there, and finally his mum was like "Wow, I don't get to be around Italians that often." and my aunt was like "Well welcome!"

Oh man. And of course the dinner continued on from there, with lots of talking and bickering, because well that's what we do. About halfway through dinner I get a message from Will:

"Hi, it's me. Alcohol isn't even helping me at this point. I just wanted to see how you were holding up, happy Easter, and say hi to the family for me"

Will has always been a part of our family basically, so it was odd not having him at a family dinner. My aunt was like "Where is he?" and then of course my Nonna got upset "You told him he was invited didn't you? That should just go without saying, where is he??". I had to explain to them that he was with his actual family. My aunts response:

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting he actually has his own family, he's just always with us."

Way to go auntie. Way to go.

So I manage to escape early. And I'm not entirely sure how, but I did pull it off. Then I went back to my mums house, did some more laundry (yes, I still go home to do laundry, it's free, gotta love it). Talked to Will on the phone for a bit. Then my mum came home. For Easter this year I got a card and a $50 gift card for gas (YES! My tank was totally on E), and then she said "I have another present for you. Close your eyes and hold out your left hand". So I do, and this is what happens. I get this:

And yes, that is my left hand (I have a ring that I always wear on my right hand), and those are real diamonds and real gold. Now I'm not the biggest fan of gold at all, and I'm not too sure about the style of the ring, but that's not the point. It's the ring that my dad gave my mum on their 5th anniversary and my mum wanted me to have it. It's a little tight, but I'll make it work. I thought it was so sweet of her to do that. I just love her so much.

So in other news, the man fast is going quite well. I have yet to have any form of communication from Plaid. Really? Are we going to be that childish? Oh well.

Texter invited me to a party he's hosting this Friday night. I'm so not going. That just spells disaster. And I've decided since I'm stalling from studying anatomy, I'll give the back story here.

Texter and I met through a mutual friend at her birthday dinner/drinks. We met, and immediately hit it off. We'll call our mutual friend, Bean (one of her nicknames). Bean was so excited, and she could tell that we would be great for each other. He bought me a drink, we sat, we talked, it was a blast. After a while he asked if he could have my phone number and if he could call me sometime. Of course I happily gave it to him, I still thought he was a good guy at this point. So eventually I say I need to go, I have an exam to study for. And he asked me which one, I responded with Orgo. "No way! With _____ (our profs name)??" It turned out we were in the same class. Now this is really easy to have happen, because the lecture was over 180 students, and so in a massive lecture hall it's easy not to know if someone is in your class or not. So I stay for a little bit longer, and eventually have to leave. By the time I got home we were already texting each other, and he said we should "study" some time. Now all of his texts had a very sexual undertone to them, and were very flirtatious. So this goes on for a while, and I keep shooting him down because I know he just wants sex. One night when we were on the phone, he said to me "I keep trying to get you to go out with me, and I just keep on running into this brick wall that you seem to have put up. I'm getting sick of trying and not getting anywhere, so when you're ready for a date, or just to talk let me know. It's your move now." Now this really hit me, because I do this with guys. I put up a wall and I never let them get to close. So I think, alright, I do like him, he's a great guy, I'll give him a shot. So we hang out more and more, I get to know his friends, he meets E, she likes him, everything is going great. One night he tells me that he just wants to be with me, and take me out, I just have to name it and it's done. I can tell him I want to go anywhere, do anything, and he'll be there. Adorable right? So the next week after that was Snookie's going away party. So he was headed off to the bar and I was going over to her place with Will for the party, and our game plan was to meet up after that. He told me to call him when I left, or he'd call me when they were leaving the bar, which ever came first. So he called me, and it worked out great because it was right when we were leaving. So I told him I have to drop off Will and then I'd be over. "Ok great, I can't wait to see you." So I drop Will off, and then I head over to Texters place and I gave him a call (like I said I would to let him know I was on my way) and he was like "Yeah, if you want to see me at my best I wouldn't come over right now." To which I said "It's alright, it's not like I haven't seen you drunk from the bar before or been with your friends." And then he dropped the bomb. "Yeah, but I kinda brought this woman home from the bar with me. She's a real cougar. So it's up to you." WHAT?? You have got to be kidding me right? So I go over there and I just sat in my car in the parking lot for a good 20 minutes. I just couldn't bring myself to go in there. I couldn't do it. I knew in my heart he was a jerk and I deserved better. So I head home.

Now that would be the end of the story, but I decide that we can still be friends, because he is a funny guy and just all around fun to be with. Until after our winter break, I meet up with a girlfriend for dinner, and she told me that she had talked to Bean, and apparently in a nutshell, Texter had told Bean's roommate that I had said things about her and had started all of this drama, I don't even remember the details at this point. I don't even hardly know Beans roommate. We went out for dinner and drinks for Bean's birthday (which is when we met) and the three of us hung out and watched Grey's one night together. I thought she was a great girl, I don't know why he would say that I said bad things about her. So she got upset and said that Bean should never speak to me again and that she never wanted to see me ever again. Holy mess. So at the end of the day, Texter and I have not spoken since the first week in January, and I intend to keep it that way. Jerk be gone.

So I'm having a fashion crisis. I have no idea what to wear to court tomorrow. That's right, I'm going to court. In a nutshell I'm suing my former non-step-brother (Lifetime movie here I come). It's a long story, but it ends with me driving an hour and a half away with Will to a little town where my dad used to live to go to court, yet again. E had to borrow back her suit blazer that I borrowed from her since she has an interview tomorrow. So what do you wear to court? Decisions decisions. Will was so cute, he was like "Sweetie, you could wear your scrubs and still look better than those people."

Now I have nothing against small town people, it's not like I'm from the biggest city in the world. But this town where my dad lived has 2 stop lights and the only road into the town is over 20 miles long filled with corn fields and soy bean fields. The drive there kills me. And these people rock their 80's track suits and camo gear around town. Gag me. Will and I stick out like sore thumbs there. It's actually almost amusing. I'll figure something out.

Wow this has been a long post. If you made it all the way through, kudos to you. I'm sure I had more to say, but I honestly can't remember. And I really should stop stalling and get some studying done and get things ready for court tomorrow. Fun stuff.

I hope everyone has had a great Easter!

Mafia 1, Real Esate 0

Guess who's drive way just got done being plowed??

Bad ass. I'm a G. Don't mess with me.

(And I really did not mean to rhyme there either)

And hopefully with my apologizing tone message I left they'll still like me and always plow.

Now I just need my roomie to get home so we can push me out of where I'm stuck and I'll be good to go. As soon as this snow stops.

Go me!

What?

Did I seriously just threaten legal action against the real estate company I rent my house through?

Yep.

Crap, now do I call and apologize or no? It is just over snow being plowed. But not just any snow, a fucking blizzard that we've been getting all day.

Seriously. There's a foot of snow on the ground. And it's in our lease that if there is anything over an inch of snow we'll be plowed. So I called earlier to be sure that they were coming out. "Oh no problem, I'll call and check on that right now." I get home from work, and there is still a foot of snow on our driveway. My car can't even get half way in. It's currently stuck where I managed to park it out in front of my house.

So the phone call went like this. And by the way it went on the emergency maintenance line, and it was not in a nice or friendly tone. "Hi, it's _____, I live at _____, and there is a reason why I called earlier to be sure that our driveway would be plowed. There is now a foot of snow and my little car can't even get into it. And I have my lease sitting right her in front of me that states that you are responsible for snow removal. If there is not someone here tonight, I would be happy to discuss your breaking of our lease with my LAWYER in the morning." CLICK.

Bad idea to threaten legal action, or no? Should I call and apologize or would that make them under mind me? Who knows, maybe they'll actually listen. Or maybe I'll have one of my lawyers call them in the morning. I'll give them a few hours to get here. Or they could be getting yet another angry phone call in the morning.

I don't care if there is a blizzard going on, I still have a life and they still have to do their job.

I don't care if they plow at midnight so long as it gets done.

Nope, sooooo not apologizing. I am standing my ground.

*UPDATE:

I called and left a general message (not on the emergency line so they probably won't get it until Monday) apologizing for my tone, but not for what I said. I stated once again that it is unacceptable for them to break they're agreement that is in our lease, and I expect this to be taken care of tonight. I also expected to discuss their breaking of the lease with someone in the near future. I again apologized if I offended anyone and for my tone, and that I know that yelling is not a way to get anything accomplished. And then I thanked them for their time and understanding.

So help me God if my drive way is not plowed by tomorrow however I will be raising hell.

This is amazing

His name is Kevin Connolly. He was born without the lower half of his body. Incredible enough as it is, add on to that, he seems like a pretty amazing guy, and he is one hell of a photographer. He traveled throughout Europe on his skateboard and took pictures of people getting their initial reactions to him. They are amazing. The pictures really manage to capture the people when their guard is down and their raw emotions are exposed in a way that just taking someones picture who's posing can't come near doing.


Even kids were captured




Seriously, check this guy out. His website is

http://www.therollingexhibition.com/

And if anyone wants to buy me any of his photographs I would be oh so happy :)

Watch out people!

My little brother turned 16 today. My baby brother, the kid who will always be 5 to me, it today now legally allowed to drive on his own. Dear God that is a scary thought. So people on the roads everywhere, watch out!

So it's been a pretty stressful week. I have a feeling the next 3 or 4 weeks are going to be really rough. My roomie and I counted today and we have 23 more get-ups until finals week. My mum and I coined the term get up way back when. Instead of counting how many days we have left of school or until a certain date, we count how many days we have to get up out of bed. Hence the term, get ups.

We also found out today that there is going to be a girl moving in downstairs. Yay! I don't know why, but I assumed a guy would be moving in, but you know what they say about assuming things...

Anywho, I live in a house, and we have the upstairs, and then there are two single apartments downstairs. Nothing is shared, so it's like having completely separate places, just in the same house. And there have always been guys living downstairs. One of them will still be there, but the other guy moved out (so sad :( he was amazing), and I guess a girl is moving in on Monday. This should be interesting...

So since this is completely anonymous and you guys have no idea who I actually am (hahaha that sounds so funny to say) I feel like it's alright for me to say this next part even though I was told not to tell anyone because it's supposed to be a secret and they just made an exception in telling us because well, it's us.

My dad was killed in a car accident last summer. He was an EMT, and all sorts of EMT teachers. Saving lives was his life. He lived for it. I grew up with him going on emergency calls and riding in ambulances and doing and seeing all sorts of things normal kids don't get to see. It's probably why I want to be a doctor, because being surrounded by medicine is normal to me. So he was recently nominated by his peers for EMT of the year award. The national board made the exception to tell us the results early (we weren't supposed to find out until late April at the banquet with the rest of the EMT world), because my little brother was supposed to be going to NYC that week and would miss it, and he was willing to not go to NYC to go to this banquet. So we got the results today, and he didn't win. The board was so overcome with emotional letters and support and what not for my dad, that the decided that EMT of the year wasn't enough. They're giving him the prestigious Lifetime Achievement Award. Holy crap. This is huge. I almost started crying when my mum told me. And to find that all out on my brothers birthday, just, so emotional to say the least. And they want to present it to my brother and I. I need to invest in some waterproof mascara is all I have to say. A friend of my dad's and one of his old colleagues made copies of about 15 letters that people had written in his support. She made copies for my brother and I, so I think I'm going to read them before I go to bed.

Really, if you know anyone who is an EMT, or in emergency medicine, or a fire fighter, or a police officer, just thank them whenever you have the chance. People say it's ironic and sad that my dad saved countless lives and yet his life was taken before someone had the chance to save his. So just thank them, for everything they do, and know that they will be there when you need them most.

It has been a rough week, but thanks to S we have this lovely quote to think about:

"The moment you feel like giving up, just remember why you held on for so long."

I am superwoman. I can totally do it all. Bring it world. I'm ready.

And the man fast is going quite well. :)

I need a vacation

I talked to my mum earlier today, and she said I'm too young to need a vacation. I think it's bull. Especially since she leaves for a house boat in Florida in a month.

School would be so much easier if I didn't have anything else going on. Especially work. I swear to goodness I can't work all weekend before having a huge exam on a Monday. It's just not fair. I'm exhausted and I hardly have any time to get anything done. And I think it's bullshit I've worked every Sunday on my own since New Years with the exception of last week and then one week when I had the flu.

And don't give me shit that I put this studying off and it's my own fault I have to cram. I can hardly keep up from day to day with my work, throw an exam in there, and I'm fucked. Royally. I don't sleep. All I do is go to class, go to work, study, do homework, I meet with lawyers, I take trips out of town to where my dad lived because I'm the only one who can legally take care of things, I do it all. I sleep if there's time. And I'm barely hanging on. I'm probably going to fail yet another orgo exam tomorrow. Great.

Sorry this is a really bitchy and whiny post. I had to bitch for a moment. That's what my blog is for anyways right? For me to get my feelings out. Yep I thought so.

Life is a bitch right now.

I need a vacation.

Man fasting

This is not a good movie to watch while man fasting.

That's right, I said it. I'm man fasting. I am putting the control of the situation back into my own hands. For the rest of Lent (aka next Sunday, and about as long as I think I could possibly actually go through with this) I am man fasting. I'm not sure exactly what this will exactly mean, but basically I'm not going to think about guys. Not going to go on any dates (not that I've had many offers lately), I'm just not going to focus my energy and attention on men. I am man fasting. If you choose to do this with me, I suggest not watching a chick flick. Like I have broke down and started doing with the roomie. Thank you Oxygen.

So why am I man fasting you ask? Because I'm sick of trying with guys. S is way too hooked on his ex, or whatever they ware. Friends, yep. The Boy Formally, friends. And now Plaid. Jesus, that's a story.

So I texted him on Thursday. Never heard anything else. I was out with E last night, so she was like "Hey, you should give Plaid a call, see what he's up to." So I did. Very casual, very la la la. "Hey, it's ______, I just wanted to see what you were up to, if you wanted to do something tonight or this weekend. Give me a call." or something to that extent. About five minutes later E decided that she wanted to text him. So she texts him wondering if he has any big plans for St. Patty's day. We hear nothing. Which is so odd for him, he always at least answers my texts. So fast forward to about 12h30 in the morning when E's phone goes off. It's him. Seriously?!?! He can respond to her text but not my phone call. Fucking A. And so when she asked him what he had been up to that night he said "Oh a whole lot of nothing, just playing my guitar". (He plays blues guitar by the way). Really. You couldn't even text me back? So, to take the words from my favorite show, Sex and the City

"I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly. As an asshole."

But the thing is he's not an ass. But I seriously won't be the first one to speak. It's his move.

Man fasting would be so much easier if there wasn't the beautiful Alltel man working next door to me. Where I work (we'll call it P2, because well, we actually have nicknamed it that in real life, so why not here too) is a store in a plaza (locally owned business, I've known the owner almost my entire life, mainly because I grew up with her son), and next door to our store is an Alltel store. And one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen works there. He promised me yesterday he would come in today to get some St. Patty's day stuff (we're a party supply store, needless to say we have it all, except liquor, we're not that kind of party store). And he showed up! He said "I told you I'd be back" with this huge smile. It was in a way that if I try and type how adorable that one line is it can't fully en capture it, and I'm sure it sounds like nothing, but it was great. And he's Irish. And he called me sweetheart (typically a pet peeve of mine, but common, he's Irish, on St. Patty's day, calling me sweetheart. How can you resist?). And I got to go see him when I needed more $1's. Of course I'll drool and swoon over him. I'm man fasting. It's only logically that a beautiful man come see me at work this weekend. Sigh.

I am exhausted. This is what working at my store will do to you on a holiday. Man. So of course after a long day at work and then cleaning my place up, I have not been motivated to get any work done. I'm royally fucked for my Orgo (Organic Chemistry) exam that I have on Monday. Greeeeeat.

So the past two nights I've had some odd dreams. And both of them have had my dad in them. Now this might not seem too odd to most people, but my dad was killed in a car accident last summer. July 17 to be exact. Odd yet? I've only had him in one other dream of mine a while ago. I also tend to dream a lot and remember most of them, which is always amusing. So two nights ago he was in my dream, and I was sick apparently. And he kept telling me I was sick, and something was wrong and he had to take me to the hospital. In my dream I was all light headed and fainty, and at one point I just fell off the bar stool (at his house we had a bar and bar stools instead of a dining room table and chairs), so he picked me up and took me to the hospital. He laid me down on a gurney and told me it would be ok, but I have to go to the hospital. The last thing I remember is just laying there. And then last night I dreamed he was driving me home in his old car, and we stopped to push Texter and his friends (they were in his jeep) out of the mud. The only conversation was just me saying "Don't help him" and my dad saying "We can help him, he's stuck, it'll only take a minute". That's all. So if I dream about him again tonight I might freak out a bit. I miss him so much.

I felt like there was more to say, but I am so sleepy and of course I have to work bright and early, and then spend the rest of my day studying my little booty off. I hope everyone had a fun and safe Saturday St. Patty's day night out!

I'm becoming a nun

Seriously?

Seriously. I'm becoming a nun. But one of those hip ones like in Sister Act. All I need now is a little "Climb Every Mountain" from a Sound of Music loving older nun and a beautiful man to come sweep me off my feet to get me out of this convent.

I think I might be done trying with guys. This will probably last a grand total of a week, but you never know. There have to be decent guys out there somewhere, right?

I'm not giving up, just taking a break.

And hey, I love the black and white combo, throw in a piece of hot pink or red jewelry and I'll be good to go.

I'll see you all at mass. And I'll also update later when I don't have to be to work in the morning.

Datable? I'm sorry there's a wait for your table

I really should have updated earlier, I had much more to say then. Oh well, I should start making post-its..."Remember to write this..."

I was talking to Will earlier (It's so odd to call him Will, because it's an actual persons name, versus Texter or Plaid or the Boy Formally, or even the initial E, and yet still not his actual name, but oh so fitting), and he made quite the funny comment:

Me: (after he tells me he's probably just going over to his boyfriends for the night): "I'm jealous, I want a boy's house to go over to."
Will: "Well you've got a lot of prospects, give it time."
Me: "This is true, but you know me, I'm impatient."
Will: "Well I'm sure any of them would have sex with you, but relationship first."

Hahaha....Oh we both got a good laugh out of that. Thanks sweetie. Good to know that I'm fuckable, but dateable, now that takes time.

And what prospects are we talking about here? Boy formally, Plaid? S?

That's right, we're adding S in there. Well I'm not, but E assures me that he's a great guy and is an amazing boyfriend. Back story time...S and I have known each other for a bit, through E. He's her best guy friend (straight too!), she calls him her brother. Like I said we've known each other for a while now, but it's always been in a large group setting. Recently we've started talking and hanging out on our own. He really is a great guy. But the amount of baggage he has could fill an airport. And not just a little air port, but massive Charles de Gaulle in Paris. I think it would be weird to date him personally, simply for the fact that he's like E's brother. That would just be odd. But it's fun to watch her squirm when she hears that we talk and hang out :) The bonus is that he lives literally 2 blocks away. Nice huh?

I texted Plaid tonight. I hadn't heard from him since, what, Sunday maybe? Whenever he got back from CO. He's all about the random texts, like "Just wanted to say hi, hope you're having a good day" kind of thing. So I figure I'll try it on for size, and send him a random one. It happened to be a beautiful 50 degree day here (a HUGE increase from the 0 degrees with 3 feet of snow we had a matter of weeks ago, seriously). So I text him and say "I just thought I'd say hi and I hope you're enjoying this beautiful day." Have I heard anything back? Of course not. It's only been 6 hours...

I realized what's bothering me about the Boy Formally. And its not him, well it is, but it's complicated. I was talking to my roomie and to E about it the other night after our study date. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something missing. And not the zsa zsa zsu. That was there, not in full force, but there was a bit of it. Enough to make me think there could be something there between us. And it hit me the other night what was missing. It's something in his personality. I have a very loud and outgoing personality. I'm quite the character if I do say so myself. There's that Marilyn Monroe quote that really does describe me:

"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control and at times I'm hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best."

I need a guy who has a strong personality too. Someone who can balance me out. And not in the way that I have a loud personality and he has a quiet one, but in the fact that he can be like "Listen, chill out" or "Buck up and do something about it". Basically I need someone who can stand up to me, instead of rolling over like a puppy dog and doing everything I say. And I'm not saying that the Boy Formally would be like that. Because when the two of us are together things are great, and he's funny and just, himself. But in public he's shy and quiet. And well, I'm not. It's so hard to describe. But I've done the nice guy and that blew up in my face (that's the story of the most recent ex...and boy is it a story, maybe I'll post about that later when it's not 12h40 in the morning), and I've done the jerk thing (*cough*Texter*cough*....Another story, we'll just have to do a story of the ex's). I need a guy who can be sweet and caring and funny, and yet still be able to be on my level personality wise. And as my roomie so kindly pointed out, S seems to fill that description. Oh well. Bad timing. Such is life.

I got a message today from a guy I went to high school with (woah blast from the past), and he used to claim to be in love with me. Hard core, head over heals, in love with me. And as fate would have it I think he's a bit insane and have never felt one ounce of attraction towards him. Turns out he's married and moved out to Cali. He just wanted to let me know that and see how I was doing. Can we say random? But as Will said, that's just how he is.

I helped Snookie plan her night in Paris! (And no, not like the porno. If we were going to plan one I would pick a much better one to copy off of). Since she's in England she's planning a tour across Europe for her spring break. She's staying in Paris for a night and so we found her a good hotel, which is actually one I used to walk by countless times when I lived there. It made me miss Paris so much you don't even know. I was thinking of all the things she should do and places she should see, and I just wish I could be there with her! Or be there at all. And to top it off I organized all the pictures on my computer tonight (definitely procrastinating from all the work I actually have to do, I'll be kicking myself in the booty later) and I saw all of my ones from there. I'll be back there someday, I know it.

I am craving chocolate cake so much right now. I gave up chocolate for Lent, so only a little bit longer til Easter!

I feel like there was something else to say (see this is when the post-its would come in handy), but I suppose if it were important enough to blog about I'd remember.

So on that note, and since it's about 1am, Happy Friday all! Have a fabulous day!

This took up 2 hours of my afternoon

Any one else see this show? I'm now addicted. It definitely stole 2 hours of my afternoon.

The one in the middle, Luann de Lesseps, is my favorite, hands down. I think she's possibly the most sane, even though I do feel bad for her housekeeper.

Ah I can't wait to be rich and fabulous and live in a big city. I just won't be crazy like these women. You know I'll still shop discount and Target. Love it.

Oh and by the way it's The Real Housewives of NYC on Bravo

Behind every pretty girl is an even prettier gay best friend

Yes this guy is crazy, but I find this hilarious

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGMKgLRU-3c

Update to come later!

Study date with the Boy Formally....

Update time? Yep I think so.

So we got our assignment done, that's all. No other studying got done. Oh well, that's why I'm drinking a cup of coffee at midnight. Such is life.

So first. I got home from class and gave him a call (like I said I would). He picked up after two rings. Does that seem short? Or fast I should say? And yes I was counting so that I could over analyze later. I am being that girl. So we decided that we would study at his place. He has no roommates and mine was home with a friend of hers, and he also said he had a table. Yep, didn't take much convincing to get me over there.

So I get there, and it's a decent sized place, but it's in the basement of a house, so it's almost cave like. I wonder if he cleaned before I came? It didn't look bad at all, definitely a guys place though.

So we did or assignment and then we spent the whole rest of the time I was there talking. Just about random things. And he just makes me laugh, so hard. Which is amazing. My cheeks heart from smiling and laughing so hard. And yeah we're complete opposites, he's from a small town, I'm a city girl, he loves folk music, but I like that he has a passion for music, it really doesn't care what kind of music. But it turns out we are pretty similar. He does like wine (huge bonus!), and get this, he loves to take bubble baths! I know right? That's just insane. He can't wait to move into his new place so that he can have a bath. And we talked about going to the beach this summer, and I told him how I love to go and just sit and watch the sun set. And he said....wait for it...

"Well this summer we can get a bottle of wine and go do that."

We? Common, how romantic would that be. He could even bring his guitar. Holy goodness. Me, the boy, wine, the sunset. Could possibly be the most romantic thing ever.

So I would definitely say it went well. But he is a morning person. I left his place around 10h45 and he was getting ready for bed. It's midnight and I'm drinking coffee. But in his defense he had to be to work by 6am this morning, so I'd be getting ready for bed too. Oh and awkward moment, well not necessarily awkward, but important to note...

We were talking about Sex and the City, and by we I mean I brought it up. So he said "Yeah, I've seen quite a few of the episodes, my ex used to make me watch it with her, she had every season on DVD." Ok, first off, so do I. And I love it. And then it's always awkward when the ex is brought up annnnd I have something in common with her. But this was big, because when I first met him I never knew he had a girlfriend until I found out on Facebook (thank you internet for my stalking abilities!), and then I found out they broke up on there. All this time that I've known him he NEVER mentioned having a girlfriend, or breaking up with her, nothing. This was the first time he ever mentioned her. Progress? I believe so.

You have a "decorator", I have a "decorator"...Thank you Sex and the City

I don't know, this could be something. I'm thinking only time will tell. Plus there's still Plaid....But for tonight just the Boy Formally

Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink...Or is there?

So before writing my orgo prelab, I definitely felt the need to update.

Ohhhh boys.

So Plaid is back in town! YAY! He really didn't follow through with that whole "I'm never coming back to _____, I'm staying out here in CO". Thank goodenss. I knew he wouldn't, but knowing my luck, he would! So we talked last night via text (what is it with guys and texts lately? It must be something in the water). So I'm thinking that we need to move on to an actual phone conversatoin and then *gasp* maybe a date?? I definitely think it's time for one. Maybe later on this week or this weekend. Now if only I had the balls to ask him out. Isn't that supposed to be the guys job?

So we ended our srping break here, and I finially get to get back into my routine of seeing the Boy Formally (known as boy with a girlfriend). He got a hair cut over break, it looks good. It was great seeing him. Maybe the interest died down because of how crazy the last week before break was and then combined with the fact I haven't seen him in about a week and a half. But he definitely seemed happy to see me. In fact, so happy that when we first started talking, on of the first things he asked me was "Hey! Do you want to get together tonight? You know, to study and work on our lab assignment?" Distance makes the heart grow fonder maybe? This will mark the first time we get together outside of campus. Oh and PS, the class/lab we're working on tonight is Human Anatomy. Ironic eh? That could be twisted in sooooo many ways. I'm studying anatomy, with a boy, tonight. This should be interesting....

And now I know I said I wouldn't write about him, but there is definitely something to be said about Texter. I know I know, but hear me out. I was Facebook stalking this afternoon, and what did I find? His relationship status changed, he's no longer single and it says he's only looking for friendship. After more stalking, I figured out who the girl is that he's seeing (it didn't take much after reading his wall and looking at the various bumper stickers that have been given to him). And her name is just too funny to pass up making a comment on it....

I kid you not. That's her name. Barbie. Seriously? He would. Sheesh.

Alright time for a lunch of humus and crackers and to write a prelab! Update definitely to come later.

"Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink..."

~Emitt, Queer as Folk

UGH

I HATE CALC

You knew this post was coming.

Math is dumb.

I hate it. With a passion.

The end.

I already for got some...

So after the first post and I already realized that I forgot some.

First, my friends and I quote "Sex and the City" like it is our jobs, because well it's basically our life but not in the lovely city of NYC. Love it.

(Oh and the name of my city is so crazy, I'll just refer to it as the Zoo. And yes, "zoo" is the last 3 letters of the name of it. Annnnd Google! If you so desire)

And my name, as in Mafia Princess (Mafia for short :) ), I come from a very large Italian family. There's no such thing as the mob. And by no such thing as the mob, I mean my family was totally in it. Yes, we are that bad ass. Remember, you don't mess with me.

I also spent a year living in Paris, France. And to come back here it was a bit difficult to say the least. So this is for you Moey! My lover across the pond holding it down for me in Paris :)

Thats all, time to sing more Disney!

Bienvenue, let's meet the cast!

So I was really struggling for awhile on how to start this first post. So much to say and too little web space. Why not start with a little intro to the main players in my life. Enjoy...

(Names have been changed of course into some witty nicknames)

Will: My best friend since 5th grade, the only guy I will probably ever fully trust. He is the straightest gay man you will ever meet, and one of the most beautiful too I might add. He broke quite a few girls hearts when he came out. We are Will & Grace, and we know just near everything about each other, and I honestly don't know what I would do without him

E: My favorite lady, who is actually sitting on the couch next to me with a glass of wine listening to Dixie Chicks (just for the record I don't typically listen to country music, but when I'm with her I make the exception :) ) We met when we were both princesses at my current place of work. No one ever guessed we would have become as close as we have, but what can I say, fabulousness attracts :) Don't know what I would do if I didn't have her, if only for company in drinking wine and eating chocolate cake late at night :)

Snookie: I have known this chicky since kindergarten. And I won't go into years, but lets just say I've known her my little brother's entire life. So he is our friendship in human form. And she's left me for bigger and better things on a study abroad trip in England right now. I miss her so unbelievably much, but I know she's having an incredible time, and I'm so happy that she's getting this opportunity. And she comes back to me in about 3 months!

My Team: I have a team, of lawyers that is. They are speed dial number 7 on my phone, and one of them has even now been known to text me on occasion. I employ half of a law firm here in my town, and I'm pretty sure I even stopped one of them from retiring early. They are amazing. I'm not one to mess with let me tell you what.

Annnd now the boys...

Texter: I'm hoping I will never have to mention him again in this blog. It is the relationship that never happened. And he is cut out of my life short of us having a class together. Just a little detail. Oh well.

Boy-formally-known-as-boy-with-a-girlfriend: A mouthfull right there I know. But we haven't been able to come up with a shorter or better nickname. We met in the lab (I spend obscene amounts of time in labs by the way), flirtation happened, and then it turned out he had a girlfriend. Bummer. Hence the first name as "Boy with a girlfriend". And then they broke up. I knew they weren't happy. And now that we spend at least 3 hours a day together every day of the week it kind of makes it difficult to not develop a crush. Oh, and he play guitar, in a folk band to be exact. Definitely not my scene, but oh well. I think we're almost to the just friends point. But we'll see. I'm not sure yet what I want us to be.

Plaid: I've never actually seen Plaid wear plaid, he actually wore A&F the first time we met. Which was through E, we all went out to dinner one night. Long story short, E's grandma knew he was moving here for a job and later on grad school, and wanted him to get to know some people. I have a tad bit of a crush, which would be much easier if he weren't in CO on a skiing trip. He should be back soon. I'm pretty excited to see where this goes.

And I guess the most important person I could mention is me. A lovely 20 something. I just keep on adding on things that I'm studying. I'm a Psychology major, with a concentration in pre-medicine, and minors in French, Biology, and Chemistry. I really should be a music major, or a business major. Because by the way I'm going to own a bar on an island one day. But I do love science and playing in the labs and all of that fun stuff. I can't wait to be an MD and work with all the real crazies. I study non-stop, and I swear I'm going to try and avoid posting about how much I hate school and what not.

My life is beyond insane. I really am going to submit it to Lifetime someday so they can make a movie or a mini-series about it because you can't make this mess up. It's too much to give back stories, but you know they're all gonna come up.

It really is such a hard time trying to talk about myself for a bit, so I'm just gonna stop, possibly go get myself another glass of wine, and belt out Disney music with E :)