Living Single

I am single. I am angry. And it hurts to admit that I am angry, but I am. I found out what was wrong with the guy. He was sick with an inner ear infection and in Indiana. Fine. Feel free to be sick, and when you're sick, feel free to be too selfish to call and say you left the state. I can forgive all of this, when you finally get around to calling me and telling me that you are sick. Fine.

Do NOT expect me to be fine, when you tell me you're back in Madison, but you're leaving for Indiana tomorrow. In fact, less than twenty-four hours from when you called me. And don't expect me to be fine when you tell me the only reason you came back to Madison was to check your mail. And you'll be leaving as soon as you wake up. Do NOT expect me to be fine when I discover that I am not even as important as your mail.

I'm not pissed that it's over. I mean, that sucks, because I really liked him. I mean, I really liked him. And no, it does not make me feel better to know there are more fish in the sea. I don't care about the fish in the sea...up until now I liked this one. Yes I realize I deserve better. Also not the point. I am pissed because I wasn't worth the effort of an actual discussion. He didn't care to tell me that he really didn't want to be around me anymore/found me infuriating/found me ugly/whatever. No, he just left.

It's not that I was blown off. Lord knows it's happened before. And, let's be honest, we all know I did it that way too. (See post about (C)Edric below). But in every case I've been involved in, the blowing off occurred between two people who were mutually disenchanted with the relationship. It didn't occur between me and a boyfriend. And it certainly didn't happen less than a week after exchanging schmoopy text messages.

FINE. I admit it. I am pissed and hurt and I hate it. I especially hate admitting defeat. I have one last chance to give him a piece of my mind. I want my necklace back. I am going to send him an email when he gets back to Madison, and I am in Milwaukee and tell him to return it. Whether I will have to pick it up or if he will drop it in my hangfile isn't the point. I just want it back. I will not, however, give him that piece of my mind. Nothing I can say will change the situation, and he won't get the picture. In the end, I probably won't feel better because I'll be angry that I admitted that I was hurt and annoyed.

So that's the update....Hate to be so un-fun, but in real life, every once in a while, I have to admit that everything isn't rosy.

Update

I have no update, because I'm currently involved in not doing anything at all. I am not seeing the guy because I haven't spoken to him since Thursday. He did send me a text message on Saturday saying he was sick and would call when he felt better. I'm still waiting for the call. So either (a.) he's really really sick (b.) he's dead (c.) i've been unceremoniously blown off. Feel free to vote on which you feel is most likely.

Also, I don't start work until June 6. Therefore, I am here lounging and generally not participating in activities. I did, however, FINALLY drag my arse back to the gym. I would like to point out that of all the weight I lost with W.W., I only gained 4 lbs back (yay, kinda); but I lost 7% body fat (woo hoo!). So now I'm determined to lose approximately 5% body fat and hopefully gain that 6 pack I've been wishing for since high school.

Such is the update....and the reason for lack of future blogging. (Unless, of course, something happens, in which case this blog should be disregarded).

Reflections

Well, I went to graduation yesterday. It was your general program; complete with student speakers and a faculty speaker. Each were rather spectacular. I found the professor to be particularly entertaining when he compared the legal profession to the "oldest profession". He said:

"Well, in both of them, you deal with unsavory people and in both cases it's always better to get the money up front".

That got me to thinking. Why isn't prostitution legal? I mean really, sex is quite enjoyable for many people and it would probably be quite the lucrative industry. And frankly, if someone has to pay for sex, shouldn't he be afforded the comfort of knowing that their partner is clean and disease free? I mean really! Hmm, perhaps this is my calling. I will lobby to Congress to get prostitution legalized......or not. I mean who wants to go down in history for that? Hester Prynn maybe, but not I.

Back to graduation. It got me to thinking, wouldn't it be nice to be finished? But on the same token, wouldn't it be scary to be getting shoved into the real world? Dean Kransberger reminded the graduates during the ceremony that loan deferment is over. Clock starts ticking on 23 May 2005. Poor kids. I suppose I can put up with one more year of playing on the wireless network in exchange for not having to pay off my massive loans. *sigh*.

What does this mean exactly?

You're Sudan!

Every time you get a headache, you reach for some aspirin, only to
realize that someone destroyed it. That's just how things are going for you right
now... it's hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to not have a headache. You try to
relax, but people always jump on you about something that doesn't make sense. If
you were a goat, you'd be a Nubian.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

What country were you?

Good Morning

This morning, I was awakened by the FedEx lady. She knocked bearing gifts of a Mini Ipod. YAY! However, my excitement soon waned when I realized that upon waking up I would have to begin preparing to take a massive take-home exam. This is the very take-home that I am supposed to be doing right now. Fortunately, there is a word limit for each question. Unfortunately, that word limit does not include comments I add to my blog. Drat. Wish me luck....at this rate, I'll be in the library until the wee hours of the morning :(.

My mom says I should stop watching

So, I am watching Judge Mathis today (gimme a break, I don't have cable and Dr. Phil gets annoying), and this woman is telling a story. I don't understand, so I'm hoping someone out there can explain it to me:

"Well, I was driving from Arkansas to California. While I was passing through Iowa, my car broke down. So, being the type of person that tries to make the best out of a bad situation, I checked myself into a homeless shelter. I then began working at a nearby cafe as a waitress..."

She went on with the suit from there. Will someone please explain to me:
1. Why someone driving from Arkansas to Cali be passing through Iowa;
2. Why someone who's car broke down just decides to take up roots in the random state they were passing through.

These are things I don't understand.

On an unrelated note, I have finished my one excessively early exam, and I am now in the process of not studying for the rest of my exams. 1 down, 4 to go. *sigh*.

Question of the Day

I'm just wondering, is it possible to find a decent guy on ebay? If not, where are they all hiding?