Tuesday 1/16, Didn’t do much after work except clean up the kitchen from the dinner making session the night before and talk to both Kay-See and Susan on the phone. I started on a new collage for the entry way and so far I’m pretty pleased then turned on the old computer to check my email and I hadn’t checked it since the end of December…whoops, it was almost too much for the thing and ended up shutting down by itself twice. Yikes. I didn’t keep it on any longer than necessary. Read a little before bed.
Monday 1/15, After I got home I played on the net a little then started dinner. I was experimenting with beef enchiladas and they turned out pretty good except if I do them again I’ll probably add a few things to spice it up. Looked at time shares online, watched some Friends reruns and contemplated calling Eric and reading him the riot act. In funner news Trevor left me a flirty comment on my profile picture on myspace so that made my day. I wrote him a little note asking him when we’re going to make out or hang out. But not in those exact words. Jessica gave me her blessing on that one. Went upstairs, climbed into bed and read my back issue of Q.
Sunday 1/14, I woke up before my alarm and decided to get up and ready. I showered, did my hair and took off for the grocery store. Got back in a flash and put away my groceries, wrote down a few open house addresses and hit the road to the mall. I met Susan at 11:00 at Macy’s where I returned a scarf then bought a new C & C shirt. We shopped around a little but eventually ended up at PF Changs to meet Jason who got there right as we did. We sat down and had a really fun lunch. I told Jason about Eric and he labeled the whole thing “a dick move on his part” yeah, and a retarded one. Anyway, so of course they both get the black bean chicken and I got the double pan fried noodles and they were DELICIOUS. We all got pretty good fortunes and mine was something about being rewarded for being a good listener (Susan guessed that it would be a pair of earplugs). We took a whole bunch of hilarious pictures in the lobby with Jason’s expressions being the funniest and least resembling each theme. We all walked back through the mall and when I made it to my car I called Kay-See to see if she wanted to see some open houses, but she had plans so I called the other Chrystol and she was baby-sitting so I was on my own. I hit a little cottage on Capitol Hill first and though it took me a while I finally found it. It was a tiny little house but really cute. I tried calling Eric, but of course he didn’t answer, and left a message telling him that I hoped he was ok as I was trying to find this big $3 million one, but couldn’t find it. I got discouraged and felt like shit so I went home. I curled up on the couch and watched Cold Mountain because I needed an excuse to cry, which I did through pretty much the whole thing, except for the 25 minutes where I fell asleep. After it was over and I was exhausted from crying I got up to make my snickerdoodle cookies. I turned on Ratatat and got down to business. It took my mind off things and it was fun, plus the cookies turned out really well, especially for it being the first time I made them. I cleaned up and ate my leftovers then talked to Susan about random stuff and watched my Sunday night shows. After they were over I climbed into bed and finished my Martha Stewart Living magazine and went to sleep.
Saturday 1/13, I got up and cleaned the house in anticipation of the carpet guy coming to give me a quote on recarpeting. I turned on Layer Cake right before Mom arrived and we watched some of it together until Kevin arrived. Mom and I nixed the original carpet colors I had chosen and ended up picking a different shade of brown and I decided to go ahead and order it. So I will have new carpet in 2-3 weeks, yay! Mom stuck around for a little while and we talked about decorating and stuff then she took off and I finished watching Layer Cake. I dug through cookbooks and found some recipes that I wanted to try out so I made a shopping list and decided to make snickerdoodles the next day and beef enchiladas sometime during the week. I’ll try the tomato and zucchini casserole next week. Somehow I ended up watching As Good As it Gets with Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson and, shamefully, watched the whole thing. So, it ended at 10:30 and I decided to call Eric since it was his birthday. I call him and gave him a big “Happy birthday you!” and he sounded, surprisingly, happy to hear from me. He asked me what I had been doing and I told him I had watched a bad movie and some other chit chat then he was like, “Well why don’t you come out?” and I was like Huh?! Then the battery died in my phone, curses! I ran upstairs and plugged my phone in and he called right back, then made a comment about talking dirty, and again asked me if I was going to come out. I told him that if he was inviting me out then of course and it wasn’t too late being a Saturday night and all. He told me that he would call me back in 5 minutes and that he had to get his shit together because he was outside, and I’m guessing not with his friends. So I wait 5 minutes…20 minutes…45 minutes…finally I’m like, fuck this I’m waiting until 11:30 and then I’m getting ready for bed. I started separating my laundry out and making trips downstairs when my phone beeps telling me I have a text. It was Eric saying “come over” so I marinate on that for a few minutes while I carry some wet clothes back up to my room, then call him. I ask him if he wanted me to come over to his house and he says yes, he’s on his way home and to meet him there. I was elated. Not just because I still have a thing for him, but because he sounded like he was in such a good mood and that he didn’t hesitate at all in inviting me to come out and see him (despite the one hour delay). I was, however, still skeptical and asked him “Are you sure? You’re not going to call me when I’m halfway over there and tell me you’ve changed your mind and not to come over, are you?” and he says no, so I tell him I’ll leave in a few and see him in a bit. I quickly did my hair a little and put on a smidge of makeup then hit the road. It was icy out but I was determined to make it there quickly so he wouldn’t be asleep by the time I got there or something. I got there around 12:20 and his car was there but covered in snow so I figured that his friends must have been driving and since there weren’t a whole bunch of people inside I figured he must be laying low. I walk up to the front door and there’s a present and cake on the porch and I knock, but it soon becomes clear that no one’s home or he’s in the basement passed out with the lights off. I call him and no answer. I leave a message asking him to call me back. Did I mention it’s fucking freezing out? Well it was. I call him back again thinking that if he’s passed out maybe if I call enough it will wake him up. No answer. I knock on the door again, then look in the basement window but can’t see in because all the lights are off. I get back in my car because it’s still a little warm and to try to figure out what the hell I should do. I go back up to the door and knock harder in case he was there but couldn’t hear…still nothing. I’m pissed. I go back to my car and see a car driving up and think it might be him, but it drives right on by. I sit there for a few more minutes wondering why the hell I came over in the first place and that I shouldn’t even be shocked that he’s not there. I call him one last time to tell him that I was there and didn’t know where he was and that I was going home. I drive off so insanely pissed off, at both myself and him, and didn’t get a call on my way home. I resolved to write a blog to myself when I got home (which, ahem, can be seen below) because I should have known better and I felt like the most pathetic person on the planet at that moment. WHAT THE FUCK?! Who does that? Tells someone to come over when they’re not even there / not planning to be there / won’t answer their phone / or doesn’t even tell them not to come over even if they are halfway there (as I had predicted when I talked to him before I left). Arg. So I get home, write an angry blog and tried to go to sleep.
Friday 1/12, Came home after work and ate some chips and salsa then decided I should get ready to go to Kay-See’s. I showered and got dressed then made a salad for dinner (I didn’t want to eat too much because I knew we’d be going to Cheesecake Factory for dessert) then talked to Susan for a little bit before taking off. I made really good time, parked and called Kay-See to tell her I was walking up to her building. She came down and we walked downtown where we put our names in CF then went to Anthropologie where I bought some picture frames and we talked to M who gave us some gum then headed on our way and bought our movie tickets. Went back to CF and were told that we were close to the top of the list so we ogled the cheesecakes in the glorious display case. We were seated and soon learned that hot Justin was our server. We plotted for most of our dessert how to hit on him or give him our phone numbers. I decided my best tactic would be to ask him expert opinion about some of the cheesecakes, though I had to tell him that I don’t like nuts in my brownie. If you know what I mean, Justin. Wink. Kay-See couldn’t stop laughing while him and I were engaged in conversation. Her tactic was to ask for a cheesecake checklist, but in a very suggestive way. We joked that he was going to ask another waiter to take our table because we were being too irritating…then it actually happened. Willie or William took over our table, but we didn’t take it too personally since he took over the whole section so Justin could eat lunch. I ordered the Dutch Apple Cheesecake and Kay-See got the Heath Bar Coffee Cheesecake, and both were delicious. We’ve vowed to try each kind of cheesecake and I think we had a very good start. Kay-See treated me to dessert then we headed over to our movie, Little Children. We were early so we took the opportunity to chat about all manner of things, especially hot guys, moving and new jobs. And speaking of hot guys, soon our movie started and Brad is soo hot, Kay-See and I were drooling and exchanging looks throughout the entire film (Patrick Wilson, dooool). We both thought it was very good especially because of the two main actors. We huffed it back to her building, said our goodbyes and I walked to my car. I got home a little after midnight and went to bed not too much later.
Monday 1/15, After I got home I played on the net a little then started dinner. I was experimenting with beef enchiladas and they turned out pretty good except if I do them again I’ll probably add a few things to spice it up. Looked at time shares online, watched some Friends reruns and contemplated calling Eric and reading him the riot act. In funner news Trevor left me a flirty comment on my profile picture on myspace so that made my day. I wrote him a little note asking him when we’re going to make out or hang out. But not in those exact words. Jessica gave me her blessing on that one. Went upstairs, climbed into bed and read my back issue of Q.
Sunday 1/14, I woke up before my alarm and decided to get up and ready. I showered, did my hair and took off for the grocery store. Got back in a flash and put away my groceries, wrote down a few open house addresses and hit the road to the mall. I met Susan at 11:00 at Macy’s where I returned a scarf then bought a new C & C shirt. We shopped around a little but eventually ended up at PF Changs to meet Jason who got there right as we did. We sat down and had a really fun lunch. I told Jason about Eric and he labeled the whole thing “a dick move on his part” yeah, and a retarded one. Anyway, so of course they both get the black bean chicken and I got the double pan fried noodles and they were DELICIOUS. We all got pretty good fortunes and mine was something about being rewarded for being a good listener (Susan guessed that it would be a pair of earplugs). We took a whole bunch of hilarious pictures in the lobby with Jason’s expressions being the funniest and least resembling each theme. We all walked back through the mall and when I made it to my car I called Kay-See to see if she wanted to see some open houses, but she had plans so I called the other Chrystol and she was baby-sitting so I was on my own. I hit a little cottage on Capitol Hill first and though it took me a while I finally found it. It was a tiny little house but really cute. I tried calling Eric, but of course he didn’t answer, and left a message telling him that I hoped he was ok as I was trying to find this big $3 million one, but couldn’t find it. I got discouraged and felt like shit so I went home. I curled up on the couch and watched Cold Mountain because I needed an excuse to cry, which I did through pretty much the whole thing, except for the 25 minutes where I fell asleep. After it was over and I was exhausted from crying I got up to make my snickerdoodle cookies. I turned on Ratatat and got down to business. It took my mind off things and it was fun, plus the cookies turned out really well, especially for it being the first time I made them. I cleaned up and ate my leftovers then talked to Susan about random stuff and watched my Sunday night shows. After they were over I climbed into bed and finished my Martha Stewart Living magazine and went to sleep.
Saturday 1/13, I got up and cleaned the house in anticipation of the carpet guy coming to give me a quote on recarpeting. I turned on Layer Cake right before Mom arrived and we watched some of it together until Kevin arrived. Mom and I nixed the original carpet colors I had chosen and ended up picking a different shade of brown and I decided to go ahead and order it. So I will have new carpet in 2-3 weeks, yay! Mom stuck around for a little while and we talked about decorating and stuff then she took off and I finished watching Layer Cake. I dug through cookbooks and found some recipes that I wanted to try out so I made a shopping list and decided to make snickerdoodles the next day and beef enchiladas sometime during the week. I’ll try the tomato and zucchini casserole next week. Somehow I ended up watching As Good As it Gets with Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson and, shamefully, watched the whole thing. So, it ended at 10:30 and I decided to call Eric since it was his birthday. I call him and gave him a big “Happy birthday you!” and he sounded, surprisingly, happy to hear from me. He asked me what I had been doing and I told him I had watched a bad movie and some other chit chat then he was like, “Well why don’t you come out?” and I was like Huh?! Then the battery died in my phone, curses! I ran upstairs and plugged my phone in and he called right back, then made a comment about talking dirty, and again asked me if I was going to come out. I told him that if he was inviting me out then of course and it wasn’t too late being a Saturday night and all. He told me that he would call me back in 5 minutes and that he had to get his shit together because he was outside, and I’m guessing not with his friends. So I wait 5 minutes…20 minutes…45 minutes…finally I’m like, fuck this I’m waiting until 11:30 and then I’m getting ready for bed. I started separating my laundry out and making trips downstairs when my phone beeps telling me I have a text. It was Eric saying “come over” so I marinate on that for a few minutes while I carry some wet clothes back up to my room, then call him. I ask him if he wanted me to come over to his house and he says yes, he’s on his way home and to meet him there. I was elated. Not just because I still have a thing for him, but because he sounded like he was in such a good mood and that he didn’t hesitate at all in inviting me to come out and see him (despite the one hour delay). I was, however, still skeptical and asked him “Are you sure? You’re not going to call me when I’m halfway over there and tell me you’ve changed your mind and not to come over, are you?” and he says no, so I tell him I’ll leave in a few and see him in a bit. I quickly did my hair a little and put on a smidge of makeup then hit the road. It was icy out but I was determined to make it there quickly so he wouldn’t be asleep by the time I got there or something. I got there around 12:20 and his car was there but covered in snow so I figured that his friends must have been driving and since there weren’t a whole bunch of people inside I figured he must be laying low. I walk up to the front door and there’s a present and cake on the porch and I knock, but it soon becomes clear that no one’s home or he’s in the basement passed out with the lights off. I call him and no answer. I leave a message asking him to call me back. Did I mention it’s fucking freezing out? Well it was. I call him back again thinking that if he’s passed out maybe if I call enough it will wake him up. No answer. I knock on the door again, then look in the basement window but can’t see in because all the lights are off. I get back in my car because it’s still a little warm and to try to figure out what the hell I should do. I go back up to the door and knock harder in case he was there but couldn’t hear…still nothing. I’m pissed. I go back to my car and see a car driving up and think it might be him, but it drives right on by. I sit there for a few more minutes wondering why the hell I came over in the first place and that I shouldn’t even be shocked that he’s not there. I call him one last time to tell him that I was there and didn’t know where he was and that I was going home. I drive off so insanely pissed off, at both myself and him, and didn’t get a call on my way home. I resolved to write a blog to myself when I got home (which, ahem, can be seen below) because I should have known better and I felt like the most pathetic person on the planet at that moment. WHAT THE FUCK?! Who does that? Tells someone to come over when they’re not even there / not planning to be there / won’t answer their phone / or doesn’t even tell them not to come over even if they are halfway there (as I had predicted when I talked to him before I left). Arg. So I get home, write an angry blog and tried to go to sleep.
Friday 1/12, Came home after work and ate some chips and salsa then decided I should get ready to go to Kay-See’s. I showered and got dressed then made a salad for dinner (I didn’t want to eat too much because I knew we’d be going to Cheesecake Factory for dessert) then talked to Susan for a little bit before taking off. I made really good time, parked and called Kay-See to tell her I was walking up to her building. She came down and we walked downtown where we put our names in CF then went to Anthropologie where I bought some picture frames and we talked to M who gave us some gum then headed on our way and bought our movie tickets. Went back to CF and were told that we were close to the top of the list so we ogled the cheesecakes in the glorious display case. We were seated and soon learned that hot Justin was our server. We plotted for most of our dessert how to hit on him or give him our phone numbers. I decided my best tactic would be to ask him expert opinion about some of the cheesecakes, though I had to tell him that I don’t like nuts in my brownie. If you know what I mean, Justin. Wink. Kay-See couldn’t stop laughing while him and I were engaged in conversation. Her tactic was to ask for a cheesecake checklist, but in a very suggestive way. We joked that he was going to ask another waiter to take our table because we were being too irritating…then it actually happened. Willie or William took over our table, but we didn’t take it too personally since he took over the whole section so Justin could eat lunch. I ordered the Dutch Apple Cheesecake and Kay-See got the Heath Bar Coffee Cheesecake, and both were delicious. We’ve vowed to try each kind of cheesecake and I think we had a very good start. Kay-See treated me to dessert then we headed over to our movie, Little Children. We were early so we took the opportunity to chat about all manner of things, especially hot guys, moving and new jobs. And speaking of hot guys, soon our movie started and Brad is soo hot, Kay-See and I were drooling and exchanging looks throughout the entire film (Patrick Wilson, dooool). We both thought it was very good especially because of the two main actors. We huffed it back to her building, said our goodbyes and I walked to my car. I got home a little after midnight and went to bed not too much later.
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