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I got in a fight with Jailbait again... Friday. 9.14.07 12:44 am Is this what we're destined for? Damn. And just when I was starting to like him. Anyway, he used a certain anti-female slur starting with the letter "c" that I have never appreciated, and when I asked him not to use it again, he thought it was funny to keep repeating it. What a jerk. I admit, I went a little crazy... to the tune of beating him with a flip-flop and insulting his mother. Eventually, I just had to leave the break room and go vent to my supervisor. He apologized, and I apologized too, and now we're better, but I really don't think I can look at him the same way. What kind of person do you have to be to think that's ok? Probably the same sort of person who assaults others with footwear... ::cough:: Comment! (3) | Recommend! I blame the endocrine system. Wednesday. 9.12.07 3:58 am I got in a fight with Jailbait yesterday at work. You see, he wants to be a Marine, and I think that's the dumbest idea ever. I don't believe that anyone with anything good to offer the world (which is everyone), should ever join any branch of the military. Ever. Is that absolute enough? I hate absolutes. It's not like I'm coming out of nowhere, either. Five of my close relatives are veterans of foreign wars. Two of my cousins have gone to Iraq. One has gone to Afghanistan. All three of them are still in active duty, as is my ex-fiance. Then there's my dad. My dad works for Veteran's Administration in the psych ward of their hospital in Seattle. I know the military. It isn't patriotic, it isn't brave, it isn't honorable. The fine men and women that enlist were all those things to begin with. They were also naive. When you join the military, your life is no longer your own. You sell yourself out, and "The Man" has you on a choke chain for a minimum of two years. Not to mention the time it will take to establish a real life when you're done. Think there won't be a war? Think your unit won't be deployed? Think you're coming home in five months? Think you'll be the big hero? You're wrong on four counts. It's not like the movies. The suits can switch it up on you whenever they feel like it, and you can't fight it. You'll be ripped away from everyone you love, and there's a chance you won't come back. Even if you do come back, you won't be the same. Needless to say, I don't think Jailbait likes me anymore. Tough shit. Someone's got to pull the kid's head out of his ass. Comment! (1) | Recommend! Matt's Apartment Tuesday. 9.11.07 1:24 am Of all the things that happened over the weekend, I forgot to mention that I finally got to see Matt's new apartment! It's tiny, it's old, and it's in a sketchy part of town, but it has the most gorgeous view of downtown. I'm so happy for him. <3 Comment! (1) | Recommend! Muse on Muse Monday. 9.10.07 3:46 am I just got back from seeing the rock band Muse at Seattle's Key Areana, and let me tell you, they put on one hell of a show. I am bruised, exhausted, and temporarily deaf... but nothing could possibly get me down right now. I got there about 15 minutes before doors opened, so there was quite the line, but I didn't waste time, and got my wrist band right away so I could get out on the floor. I staked out an ok spot, and rushed in for the opening band, but it was still a fight to get to the front. It took me all the way until the encore, but it was so worth it. I was feeling pretty hardcore because only a few girls made it too the front, and most of them had to be pulled out because they were getting trampled. The only embarassing thing was that I was so sweaty, and we were packed in so tight that my shirt kept falling down my shoulders whenever someone would move. I have learned my lesson about V-necks at concerts. I took some bitchin' pictures with my phone, but I'm not sure my service plan will let me put them on the internet for you guys. I'll have to see if I can trick them somehow. I didn't bring me real camera, because it had no juice left . In many ways, though, that was probably a good idea, because the way things were going, I probably would have lost/accidently destroyed it. On the way out, I bought a tee-shirt, and while I was in line, I noticed that my cousin and his wife were right next to me. It was the weirdest thing, because I thought he was still in Iraq, but there he was, and then around the corner came two of my other cousins! I probably scared them pretty badly because of manic I was, but whatever. Tomorrow, I have to go to my office job, and it will be very boring, I'm sure. But if that's the case, I'll just have to write about all the things I've been meaning too for the last few days. Comment! (2) | Recommend! Hurricane Madeline Thursday. 9.6.07 9:24 pm Yesterday with Matt was a complete nightmare. Absolutely hellish. Read on. All I want to do is go see his new apartment, but we spend forever running errands and trying to get his car fixed. Then, when we finally make it to his building, his girlfriend calls. After about five minutes of talking, they start fighting. They get into it so hardcore that Matt has to stop the car... half-way into the parking garage. Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the passenger seat, trying not to listen, counting the number of times they do this to me. I've asked them in the past not to fight in front of me because I find it extremely rude. I ask him for the fourth or fifth time if he can call her back, and he gets out of the car. Aparently, she knows I'm with him now, and the original argument has been completely overshadowed. Another ten minutes and he's back in the car, this time putting it in gear. He's close to tears by now, so I hand him a napkin from my purse. She's coming to the apartment, that's why we have to go. He can't handle fighting with her in person right now. We drive further downtown, for whatever reason. I don't know what he has planned, and all I can think about is how much better things would have been if he'd just told her thry would work it out later. But he can't do that, and neither can she. I know this. Like I said, they do this all the time. Then I do the most dramatic thing I have ever done. When we pull up to a stop light, I grab my things and run. I hear his car screech around the corner, but I don't look back. There's a bus-stop a few blocks up where I can catch a commuter bus to my hometown. I see his reflection in a shop window. He's almost caught up to me, so I stop. He puts one finger on my shoulder. One finger. He doesn't grab me or yell at me. He's still on the goddamn phone. He assures her that he's not hanging up and puts the open phone in his pocket. He smiles at me like nothing's wrong, and we've been having a swell time playing chase. "Come on. I'll take you home now." I shake my head, "You're already in Seattle. I'll just take the bus." He smiles wider and laughs a little. I'm increadibly thankful we've passed the corner bus-stop crowd. "That's ridiculous. I took you up here, so I'd feel bad if I didn't give you a ride home." "Matt, if I'm going home, what does it matter how I get there?" "But, I'd feel terrible. Come on, let's just go to the car." "Are you going to call her back?" "Well, you know how she gets. I can't just..." "So you expect me to sit quietly in the passenger's seat while you two hash it out?" He laughs again. "Heidi..." "Matt, just let me go, ok? I can handle myself." "Are you sure you're going to be ok? You're not going to be mad at me later?" I'd like to tell Sherlock that I'm already mad at him, and his girlfriend, but what good would that do? He'd never let it go. "No. You guys just need to fight it out if that makes you happy. Let me go." We hug, and he promises to call me later, a promise I could have done without. I make it to my stop just as the right bus pulls up. Shortly into my trip home, I decide to give his girlfried a piece of my mind in a very polite text message, and I tell her to call me. A few moments later, Matt calls me. He apologizes for his girlfriend's behavior, and gets very close to apologizing for himself. "Are we ok?" "Yeah Matt, we're ok." He tells me his girlfriend might be calling me soon, and I tell him I told her to call me. He's very quiet. "Just don't tell her I told you anything about our fight." "Matt, I could hear the whole thing, she knows that." He stammers a few more half-assed apologies and I tell him a accept them. I don't hear from either of them until I get home. By dinner-time, I've told my mom all about the day's events. She tells me I did the exact right thing and laughs about how immature they are. Then things get weird. Matt's girlfirend calls me, but I have a rule about not answering my phone when I'm eating out, so I ignore it. She proceeds to send me three separate text messages within two minutes that all essentially say the same thing: "Blame Matt, not me." I send a reply after dinner apologizing for missing her call, but saying nothing else. Then I go to work. Matt calls me at work, apologizing for real this time, we make awkward small talk for a few minutes before I have to rotate. Today, the girlfriend sent me another text with an apology for her behavior, follwed by another "Blame Matt, not me." I ignore this, but laugh about it at lunch with my mom. I'm sorry about the length... but this was so shitty, I just had to vent a little. I just don't know what to do anymore. It frusterates the hell out of me, because, intentionally or not, she is completely dishonest about her feelings. She's told Matt she's jealous about the time we spend together, but she hasn't told me. To my face, she pretends everything is fine. And we're supposed to be friends. I put fault on Matt too, because he is so damn stubborn. He has to fix things the minute he thinks they're going to break. Why can't he just let things bounce back? Oh, and as I've said, he can't be alone for more than two seconds. I could go all Doctor Laura on their asses, but I think I'll go to sleep instead. G'nite. Comment! (3) | Recommend! ...Maybe I should put some pants on Wednesday. 9.5.07 10:05 am I hate the way I get sometimes. I workworkworkwork then CRAAASH! If I have a spare minute these days, I spend it in bed on my computer. The only thing this tells me is that I need to limit the amount of spare minutes I have. Matt is coming over soon. He has the day off. I am honestly starting to feel like the "other woman." I mean, we aren't doing anything that would constitute physical cheating, but isn't there an emotional realm to that, too? I mean, if he's not at work, and he's not with his g/f, he's with me. Take Friday night. I was pretty mute about that before, but it got pretty intimate. Again, I don't mean physically, although there was a hint of that. We talked about things that we'd never dared to before-- like his mom's death and my ex-fiance. I told him things even BFF doesn't know, and he told me things he hasn't told his girlfriend. I just don't know if I should be sharing that much of my soul with someone, unless I intend to give it to them forever. Maybe time for some emotional discretion. Comment! (4) | Recommend! Page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22