There is a blog that I must write because much has happened.
Firstly, my brother has begun to blog again and it is funny. Later, I will provide the link.
Secondly, my brother and sister visited a couple of weeks ago. Actually, that should have been firstly.
Thirdly, Taxi Driver isn't seeing me any more. He asked me last week to think of something to do on Saturday. In fact, he made a big deal about it. And then ... he forgot about me. Yeah, he forgot that he asked me and then he didn't call me all weekend. He left a msg Sat nite when he was blizted to tell me not to open any emails from him because his crazy ex-girlfriend got ahold of his passwords. But not one word about hanging out this weekend. I called Sunday night to make sure he was ok, and he told me all about his weekend and not one word about me, about wishing we could see each other, about getting together, about anything having to do with me. When he asked me what I did with the weekend, I told him that I thought we were supposed to do something together. I was really upset. I had waited all day Saturday for him to call. And Sunday morning.
He apologized and he said it would never happen again. But I didn't believe it. The way he described his weekend sounded like he hadn't wanted to see me that weekend. Which is really the reason why he forgot. Well, I didn't need that and I was too upset to talk, so I told him that I would call him Monday.
I left a msg Monday night and I haven't heard from him since. Honestly, I think it's for the best. I don't need that. And we didn't have enough in common. It would never have worked.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Rabies! Rabies!
OMG!!! There was just a bat in the apt. Now normally, I love my apt here in Boston, but I have never had a bat problem in my life. I have never seen a bat that close in my life. I've never been in the same room with a bat that was not separated from me by plexiglass. I don't think that I like bats. It was flying around the room and it was enormous. It could have landed on Dan's cat and clawed her eye out if it wanted to. It was a nasty thing.
Earlier, I was sitting in the living room, when it suddenly flew into the room and started flying around in circles . Frightened, I ran for my life and my room. I had every intention of staying in there til dawn. Then I decided to call Taxi Driver to see what best to do. He was calm and collected while he told me that I should open a window and turn on all the lights. Eventually the bat would find his way out. This plan however meant that I would have to leave my room. He then very generously offered to come over and kill it for me, but there were 2 problems with this option. One - I would have to clean up dead bat. Two - I would have to leave my room to let him in. So .... no. And I don't mind saying that I was a little disappointed that Taxi Driver's advice was NOT, "Oh you should stay in your room til morning."
I tried to think how to tell Dan, who I knew was home, that there was a bat in the house and he should do something about it. But I didn't have his phone number. And you can't hear anything thru these walls. So I didn't know how to tell him. Taxi Driver kept insisting that I had to tell my roommate but I didn't seem to be able to get across to him that I WAS NOT LEAVING MY ROOM!
Not to worry, soon I heard footsteps right ouside my door and Dan yelling for me. That's when I told him that there's a bat in the house. Dan made me open my door and there he stood covered entirely in a blanket. Apparently the bat found its way upstairs, where Dan saw it and ran downstairs. Dan then formulated a plan as to how to get rid of the bat. With me watching his back (OUTSIDE OF MY ROOM!) he would run to the front door and out into the hall, closing the door behind him. Then he would open the front hall's window. When he ran back into the apt, we wou.ld then jointly turn on all the lights.
We managed to carry out this plan successfully, but it didn't seem to get rid of the bat. so we had to open more windows and turn on more lights. There was a lot of hedging and hiding behind doors and false scares. I put on a hat and covered that too with my hoodie. Eventually, the bat wasn't to be found. Just to make sure, we went upstairs to check it out. All clear, but still frightening. We're guessing and hoping that it flew out of the apt.
I don't know what kinda crazy batshit they got going on up North, but I will not have it. The landlord is getting a call tomorrow.
Earlier, I was sitting in the living room, when it suddenly flew into the room and started flying around in circles . Frightened, I ran for my life and my room. I had every intention of staying in there til dawn. Then I decided to call Taxi Driver to see what best to do. He was calm and collected while he told me that I should open a window and turn on all the lights. Eventually the bat would find his way out. This plan however meant that I would have to leave my room. He then very generously offered to come over and kill it for me, but there were 2 problems with this option. One - I would have to clean up dead bat. Two - I would have to leave my room to let him in. So .... no. And I don't mind saying that I was a little disappointed that Taxi Driver's advice was NOT, "Oh you should stay in your room til morning."
I tried to think how to tell Dan, who I knew was home, that there was a bat in the house and he should do something about it. But I didn't have his phone number. And you can't hear anything thru these walls. So I didn't know how to tell him. Taxi Driver kept insisting that I had to tell my roommate but I didn't seem to be able to get across to him that I WAS NOT LEAVING MY ROOM!
Not to worry, soon I heard footsteps right ouside my door and Dan yelling for me. That's when I told him that there's a bat in the house. Dan made me open my door and there he stood covered entirely in a blanket. Apparently the bat found its way upstairs, where Dan saw it and ran downstairs. Dan then formulated a plan as to how to get rid of the bat. With me watching his back (OUTSIDE OF MY ROOM!) he would run to the front door and out into the hall, closing the door behind him. Then he would open the front hall's window. When he ran back into the apt, we wou.ld then jointly turn on all the lights.
We managed to carry out this plan successfully, but it didn't seem to get rid of the bat. so we had to open more windows and turn on more lights. There was a lot of hedging and hiding behind doors and false scares. I put on a hat and covered that too with my hoodie. Eventually, the bat wasn't to be found. Just to make sure, we went upstairs to check it out. All clear, but still frightening. We're guessing and hoping that it flew out of the apt.
I don't know what kinda crazy batshit they got going on up North, but I will not have it. The landlord is getting a call tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Put your socks on Momma now!
Right now, my feet stink a LOT! Whoo, doggie! I wore my canvas tennis shoes to work today because we are supposed to wear protective closed toe shoes to work while they are still doing construction on the store. I thought my oh-so-stylish Ed Hardys would do the trick. But apparently, I need to wear socks with them.
So, that guy never called.
And I went to Trivia night last Friday, the other guy and his cute brother were there. We were talking/flirting (at least I thought I was flirting) and then one guy ducked out pretty quick and when we asked his brother where he went, he said, "Oh, his girlfriend's out there." Boo! Both of their girlfriends showed up! Diane, who went with me, is convinced that they were still flirting with us, but I'm leaning towards "they are just friendly outgoing dickheads." On the plus side, Diane and I won 2nd place in the trivia tournament - $15 prize!!! We are going to go back. We figure we can take 1st place ... and double-check if those guys really are flirting with us.
I actually haven't seen too much of the craigslist guy but he's very sweet. He calls at least twice a day and when he's working, he tries to swing by to see me and get a hug. Which I kinda like. Last week, the craziest thing happened. While he was at work (he's a taxi driver), 2 cops came in with a girl. She was lost and they couldn't figure out where she lived. She didn't know her address. As a matter of fact, she's Japanese and had only been in the country for a week. So he and the cops tried to figure it out - no luck! Then he remembered that I had lived in Japan for 2 years - and since I'm not that far, they all drove over. I was just laying around the house, watching tv. I met her and talked to her. Poor thing! She's only 18 and is here for school for year. She had been sightseeing in downtown Boston. She tried to take a taxi home, but could only remember the name of one cross street, Adams Street, and the number bus that she was supposed to take, 59. Well, there are about a million Adams Streets in and around Boston, so the taxi driver just dropped her off at one and abandoned her there. That's when she flagged down the cops for help. They were nice guys; they stuck with her til we figured it out. I didn't even speak that much Japanese with her, her English was that good. But I figured out that she hadn't been able to understand the cops or the taxi driver - they were talking so fast with such thick Boston accents that she got really confused. Really, the girl looked like she was on the verge of tears. But I talked to her and tried to comfort her and summoned up some rudimentary Japanese to tell her how impressive she was to come all this way to America on her own. Anyway, she finally remembered the name of another cross street, Washington Street, and taxi driver figured out where it was. I decided to go with them, just in case. On the way to the intersection, she actually spotted her own street and we found her exact house (or rather her host family's house). I asked taxi driver to write down the address for her and told her to keep it with her at all times, just in case this happened again. Taxi driver did one better, he wrote it on the back of the taxi company's business card, so that she could always call and ask for him to pick her up. She was so grateful. Really, I hope she does well here.
Taxi driver was pretty impressed with me and wanted me to spend the night. So I did. He seemed really turned on by the fact that I was able to help that girl. I kept trying to tell him that I didn't do that much. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings and tell him that the problem had been that she didn't understand him or the cops. What can you do?
Seriously, I have to wash my feet now.
So, that guy never called.
And I went to Trivia night last Friday, the other guy and his cute brother were there. We were talking/flirting (at least I thought I was flirting) and then one guy ducked out pretty quick and when we asked his brother where he went, he said, "Oh, his girlfriend's out there." Boo! Both of their girlfriends showed up! Diane, who went with me, is convinced that they were still flirting with us, but I'm leaning towards "they are just friendly outgoing dickheads." On the plus side, Diane and I won 2nd place in the trivia tournament - $15 prize!!! We are going to go back. We figure we can take 1st place ... and double-check if those guys really are flirting with us.
I actually haven't seen too much of the craigslist guy but he's very sweet. He calls at least twice a day and when he's working, he tries to swing by to see me and get a hug. Which I kinda like. Last week, the craziest thing happened. While he was at work (he's a taxi driver), 2 cops came in with a girl. She was lost and they couldn't figure out where she lived. She didn't know her address. As a matter of fact, she's Japanese and had only been in the country for a week. So he and the cops tried to figure it out - no luck! Then he remembered that I had lived in Japan for 2 years - and since I'm not that far, they all drove over. I was just laying around the house, watching tv. I met her and talked to her. Poor thing! She's only 18 and is here for school for year. She had been sightseeing in downtown Boston. She tried to take a taxi home, but could only remember the name of one cross street, Adams Street, and the number bus that she was supposed to take, 59. Well, there are about a million Adams Streets in and around Boston, so the taxi driver just dropped her off at one and abandoned her there. That's when she flagged down the cops for help. They were nice guys; they stuck with her til we figured it out. I didn't even speak that much Japanese with her, her English was that good. But I figured out that she hadn't been able to understand the cops or the taxi driver - they were talking so fast with such thick Boston accents that she got really confused. Really, the girl looked like she was on the verge of tears. But I talked to her and tried to comfort her and summoned up some rudimentary Japanese to tell her how impressive she was to come all this way to America on her own. Anyway, she finally remembered the name of another cross street, Washington Street, and taxi driver figured out where it was. I decided to go with them, just in case. On the way to the intersection, she actually spotted her own street and we found her exact house (or rather her host family's house). I asked taxi driver to write down the address for her and told her to keep it with her at all times, just in case this happened again. Taxi driver did one better, he wrote it on the back of the taxi company's business card, so that she could always call and ask for him to pick her up. She was so grateful. Really, I hope she does well here.
Taxi driver was pretty impressed with me and wanted me to spend the night. So I did. He seemed really turned on by the fact that I was able to help that girl. I kept trying to tell him that I didn't do that much. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings and tell him that the problem had been that she didn't understand him or the cops. What can you do?
Seriously, I have to wash my feet now.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Where everybody knows your name ...
I was supposed to have a date last night but I didn't. I wonder if he'll call tonight. He made it sound like he would. But I certainly am NOT calling him. No, I'm definitely not calling him. No, really, I'm not.
Then there's this other guy that I met on craigslist. He's nice and he's really into me. But ... I don't know, the minute I post something about him, you just know he's going to find my blog.
Finally, I'm supposed to go out this Friday night with some friends from work. I keep meaning to get back to this cute guy that was at trivia night 2 weeks ago. I was giving him the goo-goo eyes and everything! I just gotta go back and see if he's there.
Did I mention that I like Boston? Maybe this challenge was a good idea. Thanks, Jen and Leanne for challenging me. Now what do I win?
Then there's this other guy that I met on craigslist. He's nice and he's really into me. But ... I don't know, the minute I post something about him, you just know he's going to find my blog.
Finally, I'm supposed to go out this Friday night with some friends from work. I keep meaning to get back to this cute guy that was at trivia night 2 weeks ago. I was giving him the goo-goo eyes and everything! I just gotta go back and see if he's there.
Did I mention that I like Boston? Maybe this challenge was a good idea. Thanks, Jen and Leanne for challenging me. Now what do I win?
Monday, August 6, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Massachusettsian, Massachusettsian, Massachusettsian
It's official. I have a Mass driver's license, a Mass license plate, and Mass insurance (very important). I am officially a Masshole.
Friday, August 3, 2007
We sang Don't Stop Believin' by Journey.
Alright, so I met this guy on craigslist. We've been hanging out. And I don't know why. I mean, he's nice and he seems really into me. Maybe a little too into me. I think he's just excited to be with somebody. I don't blame him. I am too. But I'm a little worried that we don't really have that much in common and we'll try to force something that's not really there. You know, like he's really into heavy metal and dirty jokes. I like 80s music and Harry Potter. How can we build a lasting relationship on that? But I give everything a chance, don't I?
And why is it that guys are all or nothing? Can't they take something slow? This new guy is really sure that we have something. I wish I had his confidence. Jen tells me that I have to take it slow, but it's the guy's fault if I'm not taking it slow. Seriously. I mean, I can take it slow, but I'm bad at that. Usually, I take it so slow that the guy ends up thinking that I'm not interested.
I seem to meet men who are so sure in the beginning that we really have something, while I'm not. And then when I start to take things seriously, they aren't so serious anymore. I don't know if they changed their mind or if their hormones were in control in the beginning. Tell me, do all men do this? Is the trick to find someone for whom the sureness doesn't wear off?
I'm so frustrated at work. I don't like my new boss. Also, I really hurt the feelings of one of my co-workers. I was thoughtless and mean when I told her she sucked at karaoke. What's wrong with me? I have to make it up to her.
Soon, work will really begin for me and maybe I'll start to feel like my life isn't on hold anymore. That would be nice. And as nice as it is to have someone so into me, I need to find a way to make this non-exclusive. If anyone has any advice on what kind of verbiage I can use with this craigslist guy, let me know.
And why is it that guys are all or nothing? Can't they take something slow? This new guy is really sure that we have something. I wish I had his confidence. Jen tells me that I have to take it slow, but it's the guy's fault if I'm not taking it slow. Seriously. I mean, I can take it slow, but I'm bad at that. Usually, I take it so slow that the guy ends up thinking that I'm not interested.
I seem to meet men who are so sure in the beginning that we really have something, while I'm not. And then when I start to take things seriously, they aren't so serious anymore. I don't know if they changed their mind or if their hormones were in control in the beginning. Tell me, do all men do this? Is the trick to find someone for whom the sureness doesn't wear off?
I'm so frustrated at work. I don't like my new boss. Also, I really hurt the feelings of one of my co-workers. I was thoughtless and mean when I told her she sucked at karaoke. What's wrong with me? I have to make it up to her.
Soon, work will really begin for me and maybe I'll start to feel like my life isn't on hold anymore. That would be nice. And as nice as it is to have someone so into me, I need to find a way to make this non-exclusive. If anyone has any advice on what kind of verbiage I can use with this craigslist guy, let me know.
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