This is definitely how I feel today, with the exception of a few trusted friends. Everything is just…blah.
Sunday night took absolutely everything out of me. Despite continual disrespect from someone I considered one of my closest friends, I foolishly trusted them. After expressing my feelings multiple times over the last month, their actions on Sunday put me over the edge, and the verbal argument turned into me punching them in the face several times before leaving.
They deserved what they got, and so far everyone who’s heard all the details has said the same exact thing: “I’m proud of you.”
I’m not proud of hitting them. It wasn’t right, but I’m not sorry either.
Monday morning I received a long string of apology text messages, but I had a very hard time believing they were sincere. They claimed they didn’t want there to be any bad blood between us, but if that’s the case, they are going to have to try a lot harder than sending me a few text messages and hoping I accept their bullshit apology.
I don’t want enemies, but I definitely don’t want “friends” like that either.
Both emotionally and physically drained, I’ve spent the last two days at home doing just about nothing. In some ways that’s a good thing because I’m trying to save money for moving, but I can’t move any time soon if I’m not taking care of other things.
I wanted so badly to be productive today, but this fucking rain is making me want to sleep. I definitely need a shower before I can be seen by the public, but I don’t even have the energy to do that.
So instead, here I sit. I’m tired and cranky, hating everyone and everything, and hoping tomorrow will be a better day.
I can’t remember when I took this, but I’m pretty sure it was some time last week.
I’ve been crazy busy since St. Patrick’s Day, and I feel like the only time I have actually spent at home has been while sleeping. Trying to piece my weekend together feels chaotic and wrong, so I won’t even try to attempt putting it in order to tell the story.
Simply put, it was fun.
The weather felt like summer, and so many more things started blooming. Most of the trees started budding and leafing out too. Friends got sunburns, and jackets weren’t needed at night.
Today was the first official full day of Spring, and I am happy.
The other day, I reblogged Charleston City Paper and mentioned I would be walking in A Fashion Show on Saturday. Well, it ended up being a lot of fun, and I absolutely loved all of Erin’s pieces. She did an amazing job, and I was so happy for her afterward when many people stopped me to say that the look I was wearing was their favorite in the show. This picture does the skirt no justice, so hopefully more pictures from the show will surface soon. I really wish I could have kept it.
Heather Koonse, owner of the Rose Knot, an alteration and custom design studio on King Street, is hosting A Fashion Show at City Gallery at Waterfront Park this weekend. The night will feature collections from Koonse, Margaret Chandler, Kim Hines, Shelley Smith, Michael Wiernicki, and Erin Perkins (or highheelsandtwowheels to all you Tumblrs out there).
I’m going to be modeling for Erin in the show, and I’m really hoping I don’t embarrass her by falling on my face or throwing up all over her beautiful clothes. Honestly, though, I’m far more excited to see her finished pieces than I am nervous. I have another fitting today, so I’m looking forward to seeing how things are coming along.
Last night some friends of mine threw an anti-Valentine’s party. The theme was 80s school dance, and there were some pretty sweet outfits. I got the dress at Goodwill for six dollars, the glasses at Walmart for five dollars, and I borrowed shoes and jewelry from my mom.
It was fun, but I ended up leaving early because I wasn’t feeling well. Earlier in the evening, right before I started getting ready, I think I started running a fever. The feeling came in waves, and as the evening progressed, I only started feeling worse.
When I got home, I chugged NyQuil and ended up playing Tiny Wings, which I wrote about yesterday, for far too long. That game is really addictive, and the challenges definitely get harder as you progress. I’m pretty sure I played for an hour and a half before I realized how late it was. Even the effects of NyQuil couldn’t get me to stop playing.
I’m not sure if it was the late night, a bad dream, the taste of death and medicine in my mouth, or a combination of all three, but when I woke up this morning, I was feeling extremely cranky. To top it off, Twitter didn’t seem to want to work for me, so my primary outlet for bitchiness was cut off.
Rage.
Thankfully I didn’t put salt in my coffee (that’s happened before, twice), and I came across some funny things on Reddit that put a smile on my face. Now I’m just trying to figure out what to do with my day.
I’m supposed to go to a hockey game tonight, but if I decide to stay in, I already have someone lined up to take my ticket for me. No worries there. As much as I’d love to spend time with friends, I think it may be best for me to just relax today. Plus, it’s likely I’ll get a chance to Skype with my darling BFF Helen tonight.
Helen > Hockey.
I also have a little over nine hours (without commercials) of torrented television to catch up on.
Decisions.
Regardless of what I choose to do, I can only hope this crappy feeling, both physically and mentally, passes very soon. I’d like to enjoy my day, thank you very much.
Bad Noah.
In the evening, order a pizza and watch TV.
All day, I have been having a hard time making up my mind about what I was going to do tonight. Too many people wanted to do different things, and I also kind of wanted to just stay home, watch a movie, and maybe do some homework. Just now I read my horoscope, and I think I’m going to heed its advice.
Stress due to overwork might be causing your energy to flag somewhat today, Cancer. You might even feel a little under the weather. This is a great day to stay home and recover. Stay out of stressful situations and do things on your own, preferably routine tasks that you can do without thinking. In the evening, order a pizza and watch TV. Don’t make more work for yourself by cooking.
Oldie but Goodie: F U PMS
As I mentioned in my first post-hiatus blog entry, several friends had been telling me I needed to start writing again. The following is one of the blog entries that was brought up the most, mainly for its did-she-really-just-say-that factor. And yes, I did.
It was originally posted on June 7th, 2010.
I swear, things just aren’t working out lately. I was hoping today would be the day things would turn around, but so far, it’s not looking like that is going to happen. I mean, seriously, any day that starts out with you running up the stairs holding your bleeding crotch can’t go well. It’s like an unwritten rule, but more on that later.
