If you want to complain, I'm not the complaint department

dearest friends,

It has been a long while since I have posted in this blog! but since no one has really been reading it, I do not feel so bad.

The reason I have decided to return to my beloved technologic diary, is that I am currently 'living' at my parents' house. It is quickly deteriorating my sanity. Since we have been apart for so long, let me explain my whereabouts and how I came to be back at my parents' house. In December 2008, a semester early, I graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Urban and Regional Planning. My boyfriend (yes, the same bf from my previous posts) had an internship with a large plant seed company, the first six months of which took place near our college while I was finishing school. The second six months were to take place in Iowa. Since I graduated in December and we were quite serious, we moved to Iowa together. Due to the economy plummeting, the only job I could find was as a Beauty Advisor at the local chain drugstore. I was not fond of this job, especially as the hours were mostly nights and weekends, while my boyfriend worked weekdays. We hardly had any time together and I found it to be very lonely. My family had a vacation scheduled for the beginning of May, so I moved all my things when I came back for the trip. I am planning to move back to my college apartment for the summer and get a job in that area. But for now, I am at my parents' house. And so here we are my friends.

You may have noticed that I deleted some posts either in part or wholly. This is because they were very mean-spirited, albeit true. But I do not want to look back on this blog with regret at things I have said, and thus have removed the especially heinous and offensive sections. Hopefully, I will think before posting rude things again. I shall try to keep all of you up to date on my activities with more frequent notes.

And now I shall bid you Adieu, as I have a video chat date with the bf.

ciao my lovelies!

take if from aretha, she knows her shit

dear friends,
today i would like to comment on the topic of respect and bedroom manners. as billy crystal said in When Harry Met Sally, there are low maintenance and high maintenance women. and then there are the women who think they are low maintenance but are really high maintenance and they are the worst kind.

honestly, i am a fairly low maintenance lady (unless of course i only THINK i am low, but am really high) But it would be a hell of a lot easier to be low maintenance if i was getting what i needed out of the relationship to begin with. If men were just a bit more thoughtful, maybe we women wouldn't seem so high maintenance after all. because really, we just want a little respect. and maybe just a little effort on the man's part.

For example, fellas when you don't take the time to get us going in the bedroom, it shows a lack of respect. and then when you get off without taking care of us, it shows a lack of respect. and then when you fall asleep because of the awesome O we gave you, it shows a lack of respect.

Excuse me, but I should not be an afterthought! If you want to keep me around, you better start showing me a little respect because I don't live to please you! sometimes we ladies need pleasing. And that doesn't make us high maintenance! It makes us humans! And we would appreciate it if you chaps would treat us as such!

as Aretha said "R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me!"

it's midnight, cinderella

dear friends,

where the hell are you? this summer has been so lonely! i'm sorry. this is not your fault. i know this. it's my own damn fault. i've got class from 9am-11am and then 1pm-3pm. after that i go straight to work, either at the cafe or at the gelato stand downtown. except for thursdays. thursdays i don't have work, so i actually have a bit of time to myself. time that i have to spend at the grocery store or doing laundry. if there's time after that, i can go to the gym. but really, i haven't had time to eat dinner recently anyway, so what's the point?

I think the problem with relationships these days is that women want to be wanted, whereas boys just want. want food. want sex. want what they want. no explanation needed. no strings attached. We girls, however, want to be wanted. we want men to be absorbed by our presence. we want them to be blind to the other women in the room. We want one man who will worship our existence without being a pushover. we're about quality. men are about quantity. It may be cliche, but Christina's got a point. The guy gets all the glory the more he can score, while the girl can do the same and then you call her a whore.

but really, no one will stop believing in happily ever after.

old endings and new beginnings

dear friends.
some people just suck. at life. and there's nothing you can do about it. no matter how hard you try. some people are just destined to make very bad decisions. but i don't understand how someone can ask one day if they should break up with their girlfriend and the next thing i know they are engaged. but i suppose it fits. while chronologically he is 5 years older than her, they both have the maturity level of a seven year old.

i'm currently reading "Dry" the memoir of Augusten Burroughs. i know what you are thinking, "isn't his memoir called Running with Scissors?" well yes. but Dry is a continuation. as his life didn't stop at the end of Running with Scissors. Dry is about his alcoholism. i wasn't sure i'd like it at first, but it is actually a very light-hearted take on his struggles. and he's a very interesting guy. of course the story of his life is going to be interesting. i highly suggest reading it.

i can't wait to get back to my apartment. i went home for my sister's graduation and we took a trip to ikea where i got cool stuff for my apartment! the world's most comfortable futon, a very hip black table, a metal message board, lots of various kitchen supplies and other funky things. hurrah!

but his ship sank, and your's will too...

hello friends.

i finally moved into my new apartment! it's adorable! i live in the sunroom and there is so much light! there's just a couple minor problems....

#1. i don't have a bed
#2. my roommate hasn't left for the burbs yet.
#3. my roommate has found someone to sublease her half.

now let me explain a little more in depth. the girl i am subleasing from took the bed with her. so i currently have no place to sleep other than directly on the floor. i have been staying over at my bf's apartment since i moved in. but i found someone selling a futon for $20 so i am gonna try to get that one.

my roommate is not a terrible person. but she has been living here for almost a year. so she kind of acts like she is the only one that lives here. and i always feel like i'm bothering her if i'm not just sitting in my room.

i would totally be cool with her finding someone to sublease her half. i wouldn't mind a nice roommate. however. this woman is like 35. seriously. she teaches 6th grade band. and since she's so used to getting up at 6am every morning for school, she plans on getting up at 6am everyday over the summer. i have a very bad feeling that she is going to try to tell me what to do and i also have a very bad feeling that when she does, i will snap. because i seriously am not going to tolerate that. she's not my parent, she's not my friend. and this time, i won't be pushed around.

damn, i think i just need to grow a pair and tell these people what i think!

by such and such

dear friends.
i think you should read this poem. i heard it sung in the movie "the matchmaker" and it makes me swoon everytime.

Raglan Road
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that i might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over field

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
--Patrick Kavanagh

find a good recording or watch that movie and enjoy it.