Would someone

explain to me why the hell I compulsively scroll to my ex's screen name and then incessantly check his away message? While you're at it, please explain to me why I'm so crazy!

I need someone new to obsess over.
Or at least to have some good conversations with.
Maybe good conversation is too much to ask,

if you are NEAR my age (ahem mortar you're out sorry!) decently attractive, a good kisser, and able to finish a book (doesn't matter what kind, though Kesey is a personal favorite) PLEASE CONTACT ME.


best!
elyse the portuguese.

Braces.

Really, I think they're making a comeback.
Some guy came into my work today, looked about 20..maybe younger I don't know.
At first glance he was pretty cute.
We were sort of flirting and then he smiled- only to expose hideous metal wires and gears eating his teeth.
The flirting on my end ended abruptly.
Never get braces if you're over the age of 14.
UNLESS it's Invisaline or however you spell it.
Just spring for the extra grand and save yourself years of looking like a douche bag.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Today at work I met my future husband.
He was perfect, a bit old though.
He came in and I was like wow this dude's hot.
And I was sitting at the little bar and he was at a nearby table so he began to make conversation: "So..do you live around here? Well, obviously, or else you wouldn't be working here." "Uh, yeah I live right down the street actually."

We got to talking for about a half hour as he was eating and whatever else. He went to RISD and was totally casual about it. A lot of people like to throw that sort of shit in your face but he was like yeah, "I went to art school in Providence." "Oh yeah, which?" (I know nothing about art schools) "RISD" "Um are you serious? Holy shit." He kind of just laughed it off and kept talking. We talked for a while, it was very nice. He seemed sort of interested but I don't know if he was just being friendly considering there was at least a 7 year age difference. Unfortunately, he was just passing through town so I told him to come in again if he was ever in the area.

We didn't even exchange names which seems a bit ironic. A first name is pretty impersonal when you think about it. Millions of people share the same names and yet you can have a lengthy conversation with a stranger, discussing everything from where you grew up and where you hope to be a few years down the road, and never even ask their first name.

I really hope he comes in again.

Anyways! Big things poppin' for the weekend!
My friend Tucker has this friend that lives a couple towns over. I met said friend over the summer when Tucker threw a party. He was definitely a babe and we actually ended up talking quite a bit; none of which I can recall due to mass alcohol consumption. Come to find out he has a girlfriend, or as Tucker puts it, "They're sort of going out." Translation= He cheats on her all the time and she doesn't know about it.

Well, Tucker told me that this kid (Brendan) is coming to town this weekend to party with the big boys. He actually asked if I was going to be around. This was initially flattering but then I got to thinking: Does he expect to just hook up with me and then make a run for it? Will I end up hurt and wanting more than just a one night hook-up? Will he be like every other guy I've encountered (except the future husband) in the past year?

And then I came to my senses. Who am I kidding? Short and sweet is the only way. Why even consume alcohol with the opposite sex if you're not even hoping to get a little lovin' by the end of the night?

I'm trying to keep things light and casual.
Unfortunately, I'm very bored.
I feel like nothing I do is of any value to anyone but myself.
It's exhausting.
Maybe I'll go volunteer at a hospital or something. Feed some poor people. Fuck I don't know.

This weekend sucked balls.

Friday:
Work til 7
Party where I couldn't drink/smoke/doanythingfun cause I had to leave at 9:30

Saturday:
SATs
Concert (I played in, not attended)
gym
American Gangster (actually this was fucking AWESOMEEEE. Holy hell is Denzel a babe.)
Uncomfortable car ride home with Dave, kid mentioned in this post. He NOW likes me but he's just a fucking basket case and I can't even handle him.)

Sunday
Laundry
gym
work til 7:30
Food with Dad
Fight with Dad
Fight with Mom
Blog.


Well there you have it. No exciting drunken tales to blog about.

On a lighter note:
Pats kicked ASSSS!
I now want to be an American Gangster or to do an American Gangster- the latter the more likely of the two.
My abs are gettin' to be in tip-top condish! =)
ANDDDD- 4 day weekend coming up= another trip to CCSU!