School Nights

My newly-single roomie is a firecracker!

She agreed to go balls out with me for Halloween.

She was the cheering section at my kickball game, and even agreed to play next season (something I have been nagging her about since we moved in).

Last night, Me, the roomie, and Mandy huddled on my couch scarfing delivered pizza after the getting back from the bar. It was a school night. She broke her bed time to hang out with the girls.

She is outgoing, fun and hilarious!

A little bit of freedom goes a long way, and until now, I never realized exactly how much her ex-bf was holding her back.

I hope she realizes it too.

Kickball Cliques

I was so nervous last night for kickball. What a dumb thing to get a all worked up about.

Our team has found itself divided, between the cool kids and the not-so-cool kids. A bunch of adults can’t seem to be civil and understanding of other’s shortcomings, and the tension fills the air.

I am left to moderate the situation, left to make it fun for everyone, even though many of my teammates bring thier hostility with them.

So what did I do? I brought my friends- that way it would at least be fun for me.

Oh, and vodka lemonade- so it would be fun for everyone else.

Turns out we lost (we didn’t have the best coordination by the end of the evening, and still went out after.

And, I guess people had fun after all. Thank you, Smirnoff.

L7-weenie

Halloween plans… will be the death of me!

There is much anticipation in the air, and I cannot wait for the roomie to come home.

We are off to check out Jason Mraz tonight.

From there we are headed to a Heaven and Hell party. It is turning out to be a very expensive evening, but we decided two nights ago to throw caution to the wind and blame our irresponsibility on being young.

I cannont wait to don my cute (and cheap!) black cocktail dress, red angel wings and red halo.

Yes, it is oh-so predictable and stereotypical, but frankly, we are so excited to fit in!

Shallow and careless will be theme of the evening, and I am letting all of my worries go by the wayside.

wow.

go read this. If you don’t need this post now, then remember a time when you could have used it.

Better yet, put it someplace on your computer so when you need it, you can find it.

granny-style

Wow. Rough day. Not only was I exhausted, but I couldn’t move.

Practically-naked jacuzzi tub Friday met electronica concert Saturday and double-dated with wake boarding Sunday and soccer Monday.

The end result? I paid the effing tab and they all went home to do it granny-style.

What is granny-style, you ask?

Just when you are completely exhausted and everything hurts. I have a bruised knee, a sore back and stiff arms. And I am tired. Walking down stairs has never hurt more, and I seriously found myself groaning at the thought of having to get up.

Now me and my old-ass self are trying to think up not-so-old Halloween costumes, and remember the good old days when bruised knees came from more mouth-related incidents and the only style I participated in was a little more canine.

because sometimes…

…you just don’t see it coming.

No amount of texting will fix it.

Just go cry about her. Then move on.

A fire inside

My roomie opened up to me tonight. After 8 months of living together, she finally told me why her parents didn’t like her bf, and she finally hinted at the fact that she may in fact be over him.

She came alive a few weekends ago after we went out one night. He was out of town. The contrast was like night and day.

She is not oppressed or controlled, but simply bored with the relationship, bored with him.

In the past two weeks alone, she has been more alive and more outgoing than I have ever seen her.

I am really proud of her- Proud to see her step up to her own expectations.

I know she is fighting an inner battle that she struggles with daily, but I know that she sees in herself what her family sees. She sees who she can be without compromise.

She will find the courage and strength to power through, and I look forward to watching the light that comes from within guide her on her way.

Fake Friendship

Twice in the past week, two people I trust and admire, two people I would consider friends, hinted at their selective taste in friends.

I wouldn’t normally think it was odd, but the words sounded so cheap coming from their mouths.

B’s mom represented my friend’s taste by saying “You know she doesn’t like hanging out with fake friends.”

Then, no more than two days later, Tony said, as we were waiting to meet his friend, “He is cool. I am pretty selective about my friends.”

Both times I thought “And what is everyone else doing? Settling for whatever comes around?” and “Cool? Looks like I made the cut?”

It struck me as an odd thing to say. I take pride in having the friends that I do. It takes some amount of effort to keep in touch with all of the different groups and to stay up on their lives.

I feel that being “selective” with friends is merely a reflection of the person spewing the shady words.

“Friends” is a matter of clicking with a person and working to hold up your end of the deal.

Being choosy with your cronies sounds like you have given up on the potential relationship, sometimes before it ever began. It means justifying the few friendships you have as the only ones worth investing in. It may mean getting stuck in the future.

I’m not a fan of stuck. I am even more scared of lonely.

Looks like I need more friends.

Humpday Half-Assed Blogging

Hmm. Unaware today is Video Blog day (and by today, I mean yesterday, because my half-assed attempt to post this didn’t quite go as planned.) Go watch other people’s. Nothing new here, folks. It is all part of my Half-Assed plan.

I am loving Jimmy Eat World’s “If You Don’t, Don’t” which pretty much sums up the Hoff’s experience when it comes to dealing with my own half-assedness. It speaks to me.

If you don't don't know, why'd you say so?
Would you mean this please if it happens?
If you don't know, why would you say so?
Won't you get your story straight?

In other news, my team has been talking quite the half-assed attempt at Kickball. Last game we only fielded 7 players, most of whom were girls, and we lost 17-0. It wasn’t all bad as we did have  agood time.

We have a game tonight. Let’s hope that all of the dorky, uncoordinated boys stay home.

Many a moment in my current life qualify as half-assed, except of course my actual ass.

Swim Lessons #1

Sometimes it is just about burying your head and plowing through it.