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Well...my hair definitely isn't pink anymore. That was so weird though. Freak accident I hope. I really don't want it to happen again. As much as I love the color pink, I really don't want pink hair.

Last night was quite a lot of fun. Kathryn had her birthday and we went to Clara's downtown Naperville. It was really good, but I felt bad ordering anything, because the cheapest thing on the menue was like, $15, not counting the salads. Yikes. But, it was fun anyway. Luckily, the thing I always get at Italian restaurants, chicken parmigiane was one of the cheapest, so I didn't feel so bad. :)

Then, we went back to Kath's house where we met up with the guys...from both groups, oddly enough. It was actually a lot of fun. Although the guys were kind of from different groups, we all got along really well it seemed. It was nice. Kathryn got this amazing, AMAZING pillow, like the one Tom used to have on the marching competition buses, the squishy ones, but hers had a vibrating thingy in it. Oh my gosh....I want one. It felt so nice on my back!

So, I came home and immediately asked my mother for one for Christmas. I think she was still looking around for little things to get me, so she might get me that.

And, the funniest part of the evening. Kind of the scariest too...

Stephen was sitting on one of Kath's chairs in the basement and it just gave way and broke. Ah, it was hilarious, but I was so scared Kathryn's parents would be really upset and think we were all just messing around down there, but they were totally cool about it, so it was all good.

And, Peter just gave me a call. He's back in town! Yeah, yeah! I'm quite happy about that! We're definitely going to hang out over break and get some hot chocolate and make babies (his idea, not mine) haha. Just jokes, just jokes.

But, that got me thinking about a conversation I was having with the girls at dinner last night. We all realized that we're probably going to be having kids in about 10 years....that's REALLY scary. I didn't really want to think about it.

Well, I guess I should get going. My finals all went fine. 'Eh, don't really care anymore to be honest. :)

I'm gonna go get me some junk food now and watch Mean Girls. :) Foshizzle dizzle kiddies and beware the CHA! [meinanutshell]

Well, I didn't post yesterday, but due to certain members of my family, The Little Sister excluded, I was extremely pissed off. I'll try to make up for it with a really long one today.

So after work yesterday I went to the gym with The Sex Fiend, and then we rented a movie, had some Egg Nog and rum (this turned out to be a bad idea-I'm lactose intolerant) and I cut his hair after the movie. For some reason by the time that The Sex Fiend left to go to the bar (some time after midnight) I wasn't mad anymore. I'm not even sure why, all we did was watch a movie. Well, he did mangle my Step-Father's gift by dropping my dog on it... (Not on purpose, George jumped on his head so he shoved him off). That made me feel a bit better, my Step-Father and his control freak tantrums were what started all the drama.

So anyway, I was finally in a better mood when The Sex Fiend left, and decided to just throw in another movie and vegetate on the couch as my stomach had just started to not feel so good. I ended up getting little to no sleep, got up this morning and went to the gym again.

I might have to venture out later tonight to take back the movie we rented last night, but its snowing and cold out and I don't really want to spend 45 minutes out walking in that. He left his watch, gym shirt and ring here as well, so I'm hoping he just stops by to get it on his way to the bar tonight. But we're not sure whether he'll have the truck tonight or not. I want to cut his hair more anyway, we decided to leave it a bit longer on top than I normally do because he likes to spike it, and this way he could do the messy spikes that I like. Unfortunately, his hair grows in funny, and it stays flat on one side of his head and not on the other, so no messy spikes for me. It'll drive me nuts and I need to fix it before work on Monday or I'll go insane.

I want the snow to all go away. It's only been here for about a week, but I'm more than sick of it. Who wants snow at Christmas anyway? It's cold, it's wet, after a day it's dirty and it's hell to drive in. My friends like to say that I'm a terrible Canadian... I don't like Tim Horton's coffee, I can't skate, ski, snowboard or anything of the sort, and I only watch hockey during the play-offs or Olympics anymore, and even then I don't jump and yell and scream about it. To add to all that, until about 2 months ago I hated beer as well. But I've progressed very well in that department. When I first moved to the city I currently live in for University, I would only drink Whiskey sours... I broadened my horizons a bit and progressed to gin, rum and shots as well (shots being my specialty - love them) but I still hated beer. A couple friends once got me a sample of every kind of beer that the bar sold to try and find one that I would drink (I had never heard of giving out samples of beer, but they actually give you a shot of beer). I was drunk after... But didn't like any of them. Now however, it seems that if I go out I always order beer... Unfortunately it's killed my alcohol tolerance, where I could usually have about 6 rye and cokes before feeling drunk, I have 2 beers and I know I've been drinking.

I'm not sure if I mentioned this already, but last Sunday The Sex Fiend and I went over to the states for a football bus trip. It was miserable. It snowed the whole time, and the teams were crappy (Buffalo against the Browns), and I don't really like football at all. I only went because the girl co-ordinating the trip is a friend of mine and she needed to sell more tickets, and The Sex Fiend was going and didn't know anyone else. Now, it's my firm belief that as much as guys bitch about girls and sporting events, they should always have one with them. And why is that? Because girls are always over-prepared and as much as guys like to make fun of them for this, when they're freezing their asses off, hungry and thirsty, those sleeping bags they brought, and sandwiches and cookies they made the night before start to look really good. (Yes, I put together a football game back pack complete with beer for the bus, bottled water, sandwiches, homemade cookies and two sleeping bags... I'm a girl, I am not going to be cold hungry and thirsty just to watch a bunch of men run around in padded tights). So I got made fun of on the bus, but The Sex Fiend and I were both in a lot better shape than the rest of them on the way home - we were both dry. I was however frozen solid... I don't deal with the cold well. Apparently a visiting fan from Cleveland thought that it was so cute that the Canadian girl came to the states and was colder than everyone else in the Stadium that I got free beer, a pretzel, hot chocolate and a phone number. (I went to the smoking area by myself because there was no smoking in the stadium, even though there were about 5 people around me smoking in the stands. People like that bother me). Although, it did kind of bug me that when I told The Sex Fiend about him, he asked if the guy was drunk. By the way, Nick from Cleveland, I don't have your number anymore because my jean purse was apparently a bad idea for a snow-blown football game, it got soaked and the ink ran... Can't read it now. Not that I would have called a guy in Cleveland who I met in the smoking area at a football game anyway.

I think The Sex Fiend's comment comes from the fact that he is used to me not caring about picking up at the bar, or hitting on guys. We're polar opposites in that area. I'm just not interested most of the time, I'm very picky when it comes to people I would want to date, and I got over the 'tons of casual sex' phase long ago. That, and I've never ended up having a fulfilling relationship with a guy I met at a bar. Then again, The Sex Fiend and I got introduced to one another by a friend at a bar. But, we're friends not in a relationship so he doesn't really count. Maybe I'll just shock the crap out of him at my birthday excursion and flirt a little with some random guys, I'm usually drunk enough to make exceptions that night. My main problem is that I'm just very social, so usually if a guy is flirting with me or something, I just think they're friendly until someone points it out to me later on in the night when I've wrecked my chances by being too casual with the guy. I don't think The Sisters (two friends from the bar, they're sisters and best friends, live together, inseparable... It's kind of nauseating sometimes) will ever get over the night that this really adorable guy (who actually had a good job and everything) spent about 2 hours playing pool with me, apparently even though he hates pool which he pointed out, and bought me several drinks before finally giving up and going away. The Sisters came over and asked me what the hell was wrong with that one, and I said, "Nothing, he's totally adorable" to which I got something to the effect of, well he was flirting with you you idiot! Wow, really, he was flirting with me? I didn't notice! I'm a moron. I think I can blame this issue of not being able to differentiate between flirting and being friendly on the fact that most of my friends are guys and always have been.

Then again, I much prefer to be friends with guys, I mean look at how my friendships with The Slut and The Psycho have turned out? Girls are just vicious, you let your guard down for a second and they'll claw your eyes out. The slut tried to tell a guy she was hitting on at the bar last night about how I was a huge slut and a whore and a bitch because he asked her if I was there as well. Now had she been remotely sober and not so desperate to have sex with some random guy, she might have noticed the fact that she was hitting on a friend of mine from University who I'd dated briefly. I mean, I've introduced them which was the only reason he went up to talk to her. So he called me this morning to say that he was back in town, (The Slut's friend gave him my new number) and told me all about it. It turns out The Slut really isn't very smart because she always talks about me in front of people who just turn around and tell me. I mean, The Bitch overheard her arguing with the last guy I dated about whether or not to tell me that they'd slept together and that was why he'd stood me up and never talked to me again - apparently he felt bad about this and felt that I deserved at least a half assed excuse for it. So me, being the way I am, just decided to ignore it when The Bitch told me about it, there wasn't any point really in confronting her about it, obviously if the guy is going to sleep with my friends he's not worth it. So I mentioned that I knew about it one night when I was drunk and she started crying and said it only happened once and they were really drunk (gag) and then because she was crying, I started crying (I always start to cry when my friends do, it's not an attribute I enjoy). So ya, The Sex Fiend ended up telling me to go home, because then the guy showed up with his new girlfriend just as The Slut and I had started crying. But I didn't get mad at her. And I didn't even get mad at him, I just ignored him and cried a bit, then got loaded and went home with what I'm sure was alcohol poisoning. Maybe I should be more confrontational sometimes, then people like The Slut wouldn't try to take advantage of me so much. She still hasn't thanked me for the Christmas card, although she's perched it up on her desk at work.

Then there's The Sex Fiend who came over last night and looked at my tastefully decorated purple and silver Christmas tree, and all the nicely wrapped shiny presents under it complete with huge fabric tied silver sparkly bows, and said, "Wow, you're prepared". Then saw his stack of presents and told me to take some of it back!! It's not like I spent a lot on him, I just bought him a bunch of little stuff, two DVD's, a Buddha statue, two little NFL colt's figurines, a good luck carebear, and a box of chocolate. I spent less than $100.00 on him, but I told him I was only going to spend $20.00, so oh well. Oh ya! I got him this great little Hanukkah activity card that says, "For a very special little boy" on the front! The sister that I don't like got $100.00 worth of jewelry and a gap gift card, and The Little Sister got a DVD player, so it's not like I don't have an issue with spending too much money on people! But every year his family gets him useful gifts and clothes, and he and I both fully agree that Christmas gifts are supposed to be fun little things that you wouldn't buy yourself because they're not really in the budget so I wanted him to have some fun gifts! God, I've made myself sound like some way too nice and wholesome doormat or something... [clandestinemockery]

last night i dreamt up a character while dreaming- Siskel Lebowitz, a Jewish furniture mogul. i decided, in my dream, that i would start a discount furniture store/outlet. it would be big, an old five or six story brick abandoned building. whatever, but every floor would have furniture on it. just stuff other stores couldn't sell. it would be almost a flea market type atmosphere. well, somehow i decided it best to protect my identity--my true identity, so i invented Siskel Lebowitz a furniture mogul, immigrant from Poland. then, people would respect my shrewd ways and i'd be mysterious to boot. always hiding in my office, behind a cloak of secrecy. the only way through to me was by phone. this was going to my best business venture to date. as i dreamt of being a wealthy furniture salesman, i thought more and more about who Siskel really was. how did he get to orange county california and why furniture and now. i had to start rumors to make Siskel real to my associates. from here all i am is making things up, not really in the dream, because dreams are never as vivid once awakened. so things get blurry right about here...Siskel is a great businessman, wise and creative in the ways of furniture sales and acquiring merchandise at incredibly low prices. he has a beautiful accent in his direct, almost german disciplined manner. maybe Siskel is german? I'm dreaming new dreams now. I'm going to the mall to buy shoes-- there is a sale. I find these really great shoes. Ugly as anything. Lime-green laces, baby blue body, three quarter top, made from some polyester plastic shiny stuff, but man are they comfortable and cheap too! I'm walking around the store trying out the new shoes, when i hear an old woman mention the name Siskel. I say, i must be dreaming and i was all night long. i couldn't believe my ears when i spurted out "Siskel Lebowitz?" the old lady turned to me and said yes, yes indeed that is who she is speaking of, the furniture mogul. and i, in complete joy, said that i grew up with Siskel. or rather he lived my neighborhood and she looked at me in complete disbelief or I her too. because i couldn't believe that a character i made up in a previous dream actually existed, and that i still continued to fabricate lies about the man, even though i was back to me and not a furniture mogul. "I remember when Siskel would yell at us kids, 'you kids, stop making so much noise', shaking his fist at us." I just smiled. I really believed it, but I don't think she did. then, walking into the mall, with a very young attractive woman wearing gold jewelry with a fur, was Siskel. the old woman pointed to him, "there he is, i told you he was coming here and look at that lady on his arm, ooooh." i'm in complete shock. there is this old man in his upper eighties just escorting this gold digger and it was Siskel, the furniture mogul. I just made this guy up a few hours ago in a dream, and now here he is in the flesh, in another dream. wow! maybe i didn't make it all up or dream it up. Siskel Lebowitz, polish immigrant, furniture mogul, sex machine! [nothing and more of less]

I wish the precious moments can last forever....

Precisely because they can't last forever... that's why they are precious.

I'm touched by angels today. Touched.

I don't like the feeling of leaving you, even for a short while... but contented I shall be.

What matters more is whether you know how i really feel at the end of the day. Does it really matter?

I'm tired, but I don't mind staying up a while longer if that while means being with you.

Today is a better day than yesterday. Isn't this great?! [the wild flower]

Woke up on Saturday morning and had to trudge a mile to my car with a hangover at 8:30 in the morning. I went to pick up the bridesmaids dress my friend H's mom was hemming for me. I hurried out of there because I REEKED like a bar and drove to G-burg to meet up with E at Roy's Place - our old favorite haunt before she moved to Penn State. After lunch, I rushed back home so I could take a shower and head off to the salon. Last night A decided my hair was terrible (5 inch roots) and made a free appointment to have my hair highlighted, cut and styled and my makeup done. This is AWESOME because it is free but sucky because I am low-maintenance and sitting in a salon for 4 hours is like painful ADHD torture for me. The end result was nice though and I was basically done getting ready.

K came over with her trademark orange-soda drink in a Starbucks cup - so it is transportable of course - and we headed off to Adams Morgan. Over the course of the night about 40 or 50 of my favorite people came to party and by 12:30 I was extremely plastered. I think that people had fun and the place turned out great to have the party since it was totally empty except for us and a total dive bar - just like I like it. People played pool and darts, drank beer and did shots. At about 1 am about 10 of us moved over to Tom Tom's while everyone else went home. It was probably a bad move since it was so crowded there so we started to lose people left and right...there was really no dancing - or moving for that matter. There was a 20 person line for the woman's bathroom so I got in line for the men's bathroom. At the very front of the line a girl grabbed me and told me I could go in front of her because she was so impressed that I was seconds away from squatting over a urinal and that shows tenacity. Many thanks to that girl whomever she is. I really had to go. Later in the evening I sat on some guy in a Santa suits lap and asked him for a penis for Christmas. He said "To wear or to use?". I explained that I wanted one preferably to use but wearing would be nice for bathroom line purposes. Time for J to go home. JH dropped me off and I did some drunk dialing and went to sleep. Woke up cuddling a candle with an imprint on my cheek from the metal dish it sits in. Must have knocked it off the nightstand.

K, K and I went to Luna Grille for breakfast and I came back home, read a book and took a three hour nap. I don't know why I wake up so early even on the weekends. MM called me and asked me why I called his parents home at 1 in the morning and asked for "the boy from New York". Yikes. No idea. Can't help you with that one. Luckily he told them he didn't know who that was even though Caller ID had "called me out". Went over to my old roommate's house and had Chinese food with him, reconfirmed that he IS in fact heterosexual despite my tendency to believe otherwise and retired home. Watched the Santa Clause with Tim Allen and cried like a baby at the end. My period must be due. Drank a Diet Coke, smoked 20 "last" cigarettes and took a sleeping pill to go to sleep.

This morning I am wearing the patch. No cigarettes so far today. Although I am convinced that it is giving me diarrhea because I read that it is a side effect - and I ALWAYS get the side effects once I read about them. It is psychological. We will see how this works out. [the juicy details]