Girls night

Today was Lisa's birthday, and it was low key but we had fun nonetheless. Us three who used to live together met up for dinner at Eddie Papas. I need to apologize to Despain because my gluten free food took almost half an hour to make, and she was sitting there getting hungrier every minute. After we had dinner, the restaurant gave Lisa free beignets with a candle, as well the customary cotton candy, which we ate a couple bites of then dunked in Despain's glass of water. Tasty!

After that, it was time to hit the mall to look at some cute (and completely hideous) shoes. I ended up getting a pair of black mary-janes, while Lisa resisted many pairs of stilettos and Despain shot down every pair of shoes we handed her. Excuses ranged from 'too shiny' to 'I don't like that little silver thing.' Oh well, you can lead a horse to water...

We hit the rest of the mall rather quickly, but did make sure to stop at Sees for a free sample. Our last stop, much to the annoyance of the sales people, I'm sure was at NY&C. We tried in super adorable matching drivers jackets, but opted out, since they cost more than $100 on sale. Pretty much, I just danced through the store while Lisa actually got some cute pants. Then we had to wander around the parking lot since we parked on two different sides of the store. The end.

P.S. you're welcome Jessica Schuler. ;) glad you got in and out unscathed!

Epic. Effing. Meltdown.

All day today had the four of us in the office working on one client report, which, to put it mildly is a mess. My boss has been working on it all week, I missed a couple days of work with a cold, and he really wanted to send the draft back to the client this afternoon so the client could do some damage repair over the weekend. We met this morning as a team to divvy up the work. I got the letters and footnote wording, my coworker Bryce got the job of footing the report, my boss was continuing to work in the management discussion, and Paul got the task of nailing down on particular footnote pertaining to what sort of investments the client had.

Cut to 5:00. We need to meet to figure out what all has been done. We sit down to talk, and I have done my portion, Bryce has done his, my boss is super stressed, but has managed to complete what he was working on. Meanwhile, Paul hasn't finished what he was assigned. My boss tries to explain that he wanted the footnote done today so we could push it back on the client. I believe the words he used were, "I want results." Anyway, my boss wasn't yelling, but he was clearly irritated, and Paul just exploded. I mean, like Mt. Saint Helens. He calls my boss an a-hole, tells him f*** you a few times, asks my boss why he's the one being kicked in the behind. Then he proceeds to spend two full minutes screaming and ranting in his office throwing stuff and repeatedly ignoring my boss' orders telling him to leave. If we were a big company. His butt would be fired, but we're sorta stretched for time right now, so we will see what Monday morning holds. Awkward!

*gag*

So, the rain in the middle of the night was quite refreshing and almost acts as white noise. The other noise that greeted me this morning was a sort of clicking. After like half an hour I looked out my window to see what the noise was. There was something in one of my mom's rat traps that was still squirming. Luckily for me I was far enough to tell what it was while not getting the entire gore up close. I told my mom she needed to go out and check it out, and she comes back in saying, "I need some advice. There is a rat, and it's caught in TWO of the traps. It's gonna die, but how long should we let it suffer?" The last time my mom set a sticky trap (at the Walnut Creek house) she made me bash it with a shovel until it died. I mean, if these traps aren't gonna make it quick, why do me and Guy have to be the ones to put rodents out of their misery? Ew!!!!

Random

I hate jello. Green, red, orange, whatever...it's gross.  The texture is just slimy and disturbing. The only thing that can make jello even remotely palatable is some sort of nuts mixed in, and even then, it's just wrong.

Yelling really bothers me. Conflict in general is unpleasant, but sometimes you need to get it out there so you can get over it. Yelling is something else- it makes my blood pressure go through the roof. I'd rather someone just stated what was bothering them so we can work it out than get into a yelling match. Ugh.

I like shoes and jewelry. It took me a long time to become what I consider a girly girl, but now I love high heels, shiny and sparkly necklaces and earrings, and makeup. I think Hermana Gardner from the mission would be proud of me.

I wish I was a better friend, and made more time for the people I care about. Life has gotten busy, and I feel as though many of you don't get enough of my time and caring, and that makes me sad.

I am so glad I live in this time when so many delicious gluten free options are available to me. I don't feel like I am missing out on anything because of the great increase in availability of safe foods, and it's awesome.

This one is personal

And written more as an emotional outlet for myself that for anyone who reads it.

Tonight was extremely depressing and frustrating for me. I was really looking forward to going out (alone) with this guy and just talking to him and getting to know him better. If I'd known how the evening would turn out, I would have stayed at Gabe's. At least then I wouldn't have been stuck in a room with him and a whole group of people watching the game with that chick inserting herself between us. Then, to make it worse, he barely says ten words to me all night, and by the end of it, her head is near, if not on his shoulder. He said he wasn't trying to get out of going to the movies with me, but I'd rather have the bandaid ripped off than have to sit through another evening like tonight, which, by the way, ended with me sneaking out (yes, sneaking out) at 11:50.

Tonight has only reaffirmed that I am an undateable troglodyte.

frustrated

ever have that moment when you're gonna hang out with a guy you like but then you end up in a group with another girl sitting between you? It's very frustrating, especially when doing something would be super obvious and awkward.

Eek!

As many of you already know, I am convinced that Snuggle Bear (the fabric softener mascot) is evil. Nothing good ever came of talking dolls. Think about it: Teddy Ruxpin, Furby, CHUCKY. If you see me sometime soon, ask me to do my impersonation of this guy...