Nite out

Just got home from a night out... a house dance party where we danced the night away... And you don't even have to ask... t'was awesome fun! After a few good hours of dancing, we settled in front of the television to catch a bit of our reality show - the E News Gossip show… hosted by Kristin and the one by Ted Cassablanca. The gross display of affection on the show today was making me a little nauseous… there was something about Tom Cruise, Michelle Trachtenberg and then we watched Jason Mraz and his girlfriend suck face. I was just going to switch channels when I remembered how much I adored him and that I believed him to be a true musical genius. So, I watched for a little more while… after all, maybe one day the girlfriend’ll break his heart and he’ll write a series of brooding lyrics that will touch my soul.

Tomorrow’s a big day. I hope there’s lots of good wishes my way and I hope all goes well.

'I fished this picture out after getting back home today…
I think this one was taken after one of our many house party nites' ^_^

The Rules

Here are some of the rules that I personally think all people should absolutely live by…

1· Never assume it's more than it is -- if it's past 2 a.m. and high levels of intoxication are involved, odds are it's just a hook-up and not true love.

2· Don't confuse the Two Day Rule for the Two Hour Rule; the latter is only to be used in extreme cases such as love at first sight. In all other cases, calling, texting, emailing, and/or randomly dropping by mere hours after the occurrence mentioned in Rule #1 is BAD. Bad. Bad. Bad.

3· It's not okay to use her best friend as a communique link and/or your personal consultant. Her loyalty does not belong to you. I repeat, her loyalty does not belong to you. Everything you say will be repeated verbatim to the said girl, followed by hours of disparaging "He's breaking all the rules!" discussion.

4· In one day, do not exhaust all modes of communication. If you must get in contact, you may call, once. Or you may email, once. Or you may text message, once. You may even IM, once. But do not attempt all, or any combination of the above, repeatedly in a period of 24 hours. This is called stalking. She won't like it.

5· Play it cool! Despite what you may think, ditching your poise and begging her for plans is not attractive or charming. Similarly, telling her that your schedule is permanently wide open - for her - is equally unappealing. Don't do it. Ever.

6· If she tells you she's not interested, stop contacting her. Seriously. Stop.

7· If she tells you she's not interested, do not find out where she's going to be then "magically appear" out of nowhere and exclaim, "Wow! What a coincidence, you're here too?!"

8· After all of this, it is not in your best interest to continue to call her best friend for a) information, b) plans with "you two" and c) "where are you both and can I be there, too?"

9· If you must continue to do so, text messages, phone calls and other methods of contact should be reserved for the hours before 3 a.m. Remember when she told you she's not interested? Well guess what? The clock striking midnight doesn't make her suddenly interested. The wee hours don't magically make her see you in a whole new loving light. It doesn't work that way. Early a.m. just makes her tired. And severely annoyed you woke her up.

10· Lastly, when all of this occurs in period of ONE WEEK, you need to stop, take a deep breath, and honestly reevaluate your game. If you even had any to begin with.

Body tantrums

I had some not-so-good news a couple of days back. And to put it in a nutshell, let's just say ... my body has been throwing a fit of tantrums at me.

I'm not kidding. Let me explain... It started day-before-yesterday. Two of my fingers have swollen planet-size. Followed by my eye, which thankfully didn't last too long. And add to that, a body rash, a throat infection and some more unspeakables. This is who I am for the last couple of days.

I finally met a doctor person this morning.. who , as it turned out, was of very little help. I quote - 'Here's some medicine, let's cross our fingers that whatever you have finally goes away.'

What is it that I actually have? Well, mix Ferris's fake cough with the head-spinning scene in Poltergeist. Yeah. It's kind of like that.

In other words, we still have no idea what the hell is wrong with me. All I know is that over the past few days my glands have transformed into rock-hard lumps that make things like swallowing, talking and breathing a lot more difficult than they should be. And unfortunately for me, I really like to do all three. Especially breathe.

People reactions, I can handle. My mind reactions are also workable. Now, if only someone'd tell my body to be a li'l more agreeable to my life! It's more than I can take. Honestly.

Random Questions

S tagged me with these questions on e-mail. So, here are my answers...

1) If money was no object and you were able to decorate and furnish your new office to your personal preference how would it look?
Well … I’d want it light and open… I’d give it a more pleasant comfy look than those cold professional looks and boring colors… I’d probably have one of those huge comfy chairs too … flowers on a contemporary table, a small coffee machine, lots of books…

2) What kind of food would best describe you?
Probably Mexican / Chinese – a little fire-y, pretty fun and goes well with margaritas and has been known to cause heartburn.

3) In your opinion what is the national secret?
Probably something that I would be happy to have the government hide from me.

4) What is the top most thing on your wish list right now?
A vacation... and someone to travel with.

5) If you could have someone shut up, who would that be?
My nagging inner voices.

5) What is your anthem?
Oh, this is hard because I love so many songs. I’m a bit of a music-junky.
I'd go with 'Moving on' by Rascall Flatts - the song that's gotten me through loads of tough times. Though right now, I have 1, 2 Step by Ciara and Missy Elliot running in my head because of last nite... but, that's a whole other story!

Us

And now, I can see the future all too clearly…. It would fade away so slowly, every inch of his absence would ache. I hadn't lost him, but we'd lost us...if there ever was an us to begin with. My eager anticipation of an us would have to end. A real and valid US. And his words, echoed in my head… the time when he told me how things were bound to get complicated and hurt involved. And he didn’t need those. Really, he didn't want an us.

But complicating ourselves is what I'd been dreaming about; I desperately longed for the complications. But, what I’d really done was held my head high, straightened my posture and agreed to the opposite. It took all my strength, but I had deceitfully concurred.

And I’d never thought about it again. Until yesterday when his words echoed once again in my head.

And then he called.

Sweet Monotony

wake up
coffee
commute
work
commute
check mail
aerobics (sometimes)
watch tv show/ movie
read
sleep
repeat

And that, people, is the sweet monotony of my life!
For now, at least...