I'm a big girl now.

So, the roomies will be celebrating their 2.5 year anniversary soon (they would've celebrated their 2 year one, but unfortunately they were busy moving because of me.) They have chosen to go out of town for the weekend, which is going to leave little old me all alone in the apartment.

My first response to this was a little teary. And then I thought, "This is stupid, you're a big girl, you handle one weekend by yourself."

Then I responded to myself, "Don't be so hard on yourself. Not only have you only been alone only one week in your entire life; this will be the first time absolutely alone by yourself, as a (semi)single girl. It's natural that your freaking."

Actually, I think considering the circumstances, I'm handling it well. I'm thinking I'll relax, go out and have fun, chill with the dog. It'll probably end up being very good for me. Plus, it'll ease me into moving out and living on my own eventually.

Of course, it doesn't help that out of all the days to be emotional for the past two weeks at least, this is the day. Yes, I'm a bit emotional, but today compared to my other "emotional" days is like comparing a science fair project to Pompeii. Very light indeed.

Where have all the bloggers gone?

It looks like I'm not the only one to be posting less. Although I do have a few blog friends that seemed to have disappered altogether. What the heck?

I haven't been posting lately just because I wasn't feeling well last week. I took a couple of sick days. I mean...serious sick days. The ones where I don't even attempt to make it into work and even boss knew better because I didn't get one phone call the entire time I was out.

I am feeling better now. But life has been pretty much non-eventful. Just been relaxing at home. Gorging myself on fast food. And getting addicted to yet another video game. Well two actually. My roommate and I have been playing hours of Brain Academy for the wii. I would highly suggest this game to anyone. It's loads of fun.

They also introduced me to Katamari. While this game on the surface looks supremely confusing, it's actually quite fun. You roll over things and make massive balls of junk that can include books, trees, farm animals, people, the list goes on.

I do have some other news, but it'll have to wait for later. It's one of those things that's more exciting for me than anyone else, so it's no biggie. It can wait.

Hmmmm, other than that? Not much. I did purchase (unfortunately) The Fountain. Horrible movie. Oddly enough Ghost Rider was better than The Fountain. Wasn't expecting that one.

I have been feeling better lately. Part of the reason why I allowed myself to play Brain Academy for hours on end is because my mental faculties have been subpar lately. Even my boss has noticed. But after playing that for an entire weekend, I seemed to have boosted my brain power and have been right on task again.

Well I have to get back to work now. Take care fellow bloggers. I'll visit you soon.

Been a bit under the weather

I seem to have caught something. My status of being ranged from headaches, congestion, nausea, and just outright exhaustion all weekend.

When Monday came, I was incredibly tempted to call out sick (which in a normal world I would have done), but I have scads of reports due asap. On top of coming in while feeling like complete and utter shit, my boss made a comment about my lack of OT last week. I had to remind her that I was sick last week and took a few hours here and there. I didn't get a response back.

Now my boss is usually awesome, but she's been under the gun lately too. But it's really pisses me off that I can't take this time off while I'm feeling like crap. This is ridiculous.

I'm also getting sick and tired of being expected to put in OT on a regular basis. Especially now that I can't work from home. And I'm sick. WTH?

New Beginnings

So as I was sitting there at the school campus waiting for R to finish enrolling for his classes, it hit me. Both R and K are going to be going to school and working ot, getting involved in things that take up their time at night. So where does that leave me?

A bit of fear struck me as I realized, "I'm going to have to do something. Or get stuck at home all night by myself staring at the clock wondering why on earth I'm so dependent on other people's schedules."

So, I start to think, what on earth can I do? I could teach, but quite frankly that scares the crap out of me. Another serious committment in my life, although brings in money, means I would have to actually know the subject I am teaching and be wholly dedicated to update my knowledge in those areas. I'm not smart enough for that. I know my sql, but thats about it. And I certainly don't know the latest and greatest.

I could go back to school. But that requires either more loans or money out of pocket (that quite frankly I don't have.)

I could continue to do my comic strip. Hmmm, actually that does take up quite a bit of time and could be lucrative if I apply myself. We'll put that one aside for the moment.

I could take up quilting....bah, ha, ha, ha, ha. No...in all seriousness...

I could volunteer. Actually I could volunteer teach. I have been wanting to do this for quite some time. I just need to get out there and find someone who needs a teacher.

But I can't just stagnate. I was watching R get everything prepared for classes. And I was meloncholy. I loved going to school. I loved being active, doing schoolwork, having something to do. And quite frankly, now what?

I'm a semi-divorced, 30 year-old woman living with roommates who have a life. My next big goals were to have kids. So what does a career woman (wow, yes, I said career woman...still boggles my mind to say that) do with all the extra time on her hands?

Weekend was good...

Another relaxing weekend that I don't want to return to work from.

I guess the first day to start off with would be Thursday actually. Thursday night we went to go watch the roommates band, 'Me and Joanna' at a bar. They started at 8. We didn't stay long as the other roommates weren't feeling well. But we watched their show and they did pretty good. Listening to them practice and knowing the newer songs from the old, you can really tell in the performance. The songs were good, but some a little more finished than others.

Friday K took my car in as theirs had started acting up on her. So R and I took their car into work (which gave us no hassle for the half a block he drove it). However, by the time lunch had come around, we got into the car and it wouldn't start. We tried for about five minutes to get that thing going, but it only made it about 5 feet. After reparking it again, we gave up and sat in the heat for an hour and then finally decided to order in.

Friday night, I went out with an old friend, Blueberry. We went to First Friday, a local event that showcases artists and bands by opening up the streets and local galleries for pedestrians to walk through. After walking around for about an hour, we headed over to a local bar. Played a few games. Fended off the locals. Then headed home. Once I got home, just slightly drunk, I played Wii with the roommates then headed off for snooze land.

Saturday was spent just kicking back and playing Wii. Until that night where we had a slight incident. For a month now the roommate has been talking about going to either the Aquabat concert or the Morrissey concert. In addition to the Aquabats being a great band, the roommates old band was also opening for them. So what a dilemma. Anyway, come Saturday night I ask what the plans are. He shrugs it off and essentially says he may not be going. And yes, ladies and gentlemen, I throw a fit. A hissy fit. I walk around a while, have a cigarette, then tell him, "Fine. If you don't want to go, I'll go to a movie."

The rommates were pretty nice about it. I acknowledged that I was being pissy and that I didn't want them to go just because I was being a raving bitch about it. But here's my point. You talk about it for well over a month. 'I've' been talking about it well over a month. Heck, the night before, I was hounding him about the concert. And the response I got the next day? "I didn't know you wanted to see it." I guess all it really came down to is money. But if he had just said that, I would've been fine. I mean...this is freakin Morrissey we're talking about.

So the two brother roommates and I went to see Morrissey. It was a very good concert. Very entertaining. Good seats...and he took off his shirt twice. Which was hilarious as the guy is 48 years old.

Sunday was spent driving around for Wii games, playing karaoke, and then hustling off to bed. Very relaxing indeed.