Ultimate Annoyance

For all the times I've been slightly annoyed with Dane, this tops them all. Abosolutely. He is beign sullen and apathetic and I really don't know if he likes me or not. He's overworked and stretched way too thin and something has to give and that something, apparently, is his reationship with one of his students who happens to be his friend. I am so pissed off right now. I literally hate him. He's my best friend, but I can't tell him how I feel because he'd think I was overreacting and overthinking and wasting too much of my time on someone who doesn't have these caring feelings back.

We're done. Goodbye.

....now I just have to survive over a thousand miles in a confined space with him. Great.

And Dane, if you read this? Invoke a couple inside jokes and smile and start a damn conversation (oh no, I'm just here! being my usual "I don't give a flying--" self. involvement in your not professional life is accepted too.)

I wish it was two days ago. Oh dear God, I do.

"What was that? A lesson learned?"

Okay, so after my little passive-aggressive list of yesterday, I have slightly calmed down. But I honestly cannot find anyone I fit in with, because they're either:

A] Too uptight.
.................or................
B] Not uptight enough. (Uhhh, I am sorry, but I like to know approximate times, at the very least]

Not like I mind. All the time. Entirely. Okay, so it gets under my skin once in awhile, but I would rather have only a few friends that I actually like than a ton that make me want to go all Shannen Doherty on them. (That phrase, by the way, is stolen from Jen Lancaster, who wrote Bitter Is The New Black and a couple others that I have yet to read. Gotta give credit here!)

So the lesson of the day is: Do not go on an adventure across state lines with people unless you know for a fact that you're not gonna raise your blood pressure about fifty points.


....and on a totally unrelated subject, I have no clue where my seasons one and two of Sex and the City are. Which is depressing, since I feel like a little nineties New York at the moment. A little early Carrie/Mr. Big dysfunction never hurt.

The List of The Night. Or Early Morning. ,,,or whatever...

Things I Never Want To Hear About Again.

• Sarah Palin.
• The Republicans.
• Disapproval of Christianity. And religion in general.
• The words "dick," "cunt," "banging," "whore," "slut," "cootch," or "condom." Seriously? Grow up.
• Your talent at accents.
• Ugly architecture.
• Your mild impressment with a Broadway musical. Really? It was "pretty good"? Probably because they've spent about a thousand hours perfecting it.
• How expensive things are.

Oh, and I'm sure there are more. But this is just the tip of the iceberg.

[Why I Should Not Visit Starbucks In The Morning And Drink My Latte Quickly.]

Hey, all! I'm in a weirdly chipper (and alert! PHEW!) mood, which is kinda surprising, considerign I spent yesterday mad at Nate....or Neal.....or whatever I've nicknamed that moron. My friend who hates relationships, remember? I'm not gonna dwell on it, because I don't wanna wreck my high, but he's recently struck me as immature. He hates his parents, he hates where he lives, he thinks that his opinion is the only intelligent and correct one. And it's kinda driving me crazy.

"That's ugly."
"Retard!"
"Vomit."
"Well, you know, some people deserve to get smacked with a baseball bat."
*eye roll*
*grimace*
"That's boring/outdated/cheesy/disgusting."

Okay. You're a mad genius who has all the answers. And some of the superiority is facetious and rather amusing, but not always. And especially given that I am attempting to be a witty and fabulous and shining example of a classy actress, I don't need this crap bringing me down. So I like things that are classic! Not everything new is good.

You know, I need to learn how to express these thoughts verbally. And I could. But I really really really hate conflict so I prefer to confess them to you, Dear Readers. And I like typing. So it's a good thing. :)

Oh geez, I just used an emoticon. I am chipper!!!!!!!!!!!

...you know, I wanna delete that. Smiley faces are not grammatical standards.

Oh, screw it. It's the weekend.