Monday, June 30, 2008

I Had Birthday Cake Ice Cream for Dinner

Yesterday I finished the first of my two summer jobs. I have mixed emotions about this. Truthfully, it hasn't really hit me yet that the job is over. I think once it hits me fully I'm going to feel much more sad about the fact that I don't get to see all of the people I was working with anymore. At our end-of-project party yesterday we all made the usual promises about getting together in the future, but I've heard and made those promises in enough of these situations to know that it rarely happens. Intentions are good, but life just gets busy and maybe if you get lucky your paths cross again someday but mostly your co-workers just become nice people that you knew once. So in that sense finishing this job is sad. On the bright side, it's going to be very nice to have just one job for a change. For the past couple of months it has been this job plus school, or this job plus housesitting, or this job plus the camp that I'm teaching now. Now for the next few weeks I get to just teach the camp. I'm so excited about having free nights and weekends like a normal person. Oh, and it's going to be nice not to have to spend 10-12 hours a week commuting anymore. There are a lot of things I can do with an extra 10-12 hours a week. Things like sleeping.

As for the camp job, the kids I'm working with right now are fun but they're wearing me out. I have nothing but admiration for people that deal with middle schoolers day in and day out. They're doing well with the activities and projects and I think (I hope) they're having a good time, but I'd forgotten how much drama eleven and twelve year-olds can scheme up on a daily basis. For instance, on Friday I had a girl come into the break room at lunch time. She could barely talk because she was sobbing so hard and when I finally got her to calm down enough to tell me what had happened I discovered that all the tears were because another girl had told her that her bagel was moldy and that she was moldy like her bagel and that she was telling all the other kids about the moldy bagel that wasn't even really moldy in the first place, it just had cinnamon on it. I really just wanted to give her a big hug and tell her that in many ways life is going to get a lot more complicated as you get older but in some ways it gets so, so, SO much easier. Life is definitely better once you get to the point where you realize it's fine to feel like, "Fuck you, I'm eating my cinnamon bagel and you know what? I'm perfectly okay doing it without the approval of you or anyone else. Or maybe I'll find an entire group of other people that LOVE cinnamon bagels just like I do! Enjoy the bad karma you'll have from mocking me!" But middle schoolers aren't big believers in karma because they haven't been alive long enough to see it at work. Instead she'll probably just never bring a cinnamon bagel to camp again. Poor kid.

Alright, enough work talk. Help me figure something out. The other night Penn said he has a surprise for me. Of course I badgered him for a while when he first mentioned it a few days ago, but he wouldn't give me any hints. Then tonight we were talking about this weekend and first he told me to bring clothes for going out on Friday night because we're going to go out with all of his friends. I've met a couple of his friends briefly but haven't really hung out with any of them yet, so apparently now I get to meet the entire family and then a bunch of his friends on Friday. The pressure! Anyway, then he said, "Oh, and bring clothes and shoes that you don't mind getting messed up." After he clarified that the clothes and shoes that can get messed up are not for going out on Friday night but for a separate event (I was like, "Wow, what kind of heavy drinking do you and your friends do?!") I asked him if the clothes that can get messed up are for the surprise, and he said yes. And now he won't tell me anything else about it at all. The only other thing I know is that it's okay if the shoes are flip flops, which I'm assuming means that it's not going to be something really physical like hiking or running or something like that. So what could this possibly be? What might he be planning that would involve wearing stuff that can be messed up? Mud wrestling? Something that involves paint? Oh, and he also told me to bring anything that I have that could be useful for deflecting bullets and I told him, "I'm going to deflect bullets with YOU," and then he admitted that part was just a joke. Seriously, what could this be? I really like surprises, but the suspense is killing me!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Summertime and the Living is Crazy

Wow, I'm really not doing great at getting posts up in a timely manner this month, am I? I was posting much more consistently during the school year than I am now. Really, I'm just not home enough lately to spend much time goofing around on the computer. In the past month I had so many 12-hour work days that I lost count, I petsat/housesat for three different people and two of those jobs involved actually moving myself and my dog to said houses for several days at a time, and I spent quite a few of my nights off at Penn's place. So when I am at my own apartment I'm generally just home long enough to sleep, spend some quality time with my dog so that he doesn't feel neglected, and pack up some snacks and clothes before hitting the road again. [Oh, and lest you think my boyfriend is an ass for making me do all the driving in this relationship, lately it has only made sense for me to go to his place. He works a normal Monday-Friday job but it's pointless for him to come down here on the weekends since lately I've been working Friday nights and from 11:00 AM-11:00 PM Saturdays and Sundays. My days off this month have been Mondays and Tuesdays, and since he works all day and has to get up so freakin' early it makes more sense for me to drive up there for my "weekend" than for him to drive down here. We get to spend more time together that way. Oh, and the dog always comes with me when I go to Penn's. I don't know why its important for me to tell you that, except that I don't want you to think that I'm ditching my original "boy" for the new one. I'd take the cat with me, too, except that he's not a huge fan of the car.] So anyway, that's the long and short of it: lots going on, therefore I'm never home long enough to actually write about it. That's just how it goes.
Luckily life is gradually returning to some semblance of normalcy and routine. This past week I actually managed to workout six days, do my laundry, clean the apartment, and make a couple of meals that didn't involve sliced bread or the microwave. This is all stuff that typically happens in a normal week around here but hasn't happened all in one week since April. I mean, I'd done laundry since then and spot-cleaned parts of the apartment and worked out, but none of it happened as much as I needed and wanted it to, so it's really nice to start to recall what life was like before this job. The job ends on Sunday, by the way. But I started my new job today, a job that involves teaching 11 and 12 year olds for eight hours a day Monday through Friday. Actually, the first day went really well and overall I think (I hope) it's going to be fun. But if you're reading closely you'll see that I'm working eight hour days Monday through Friday this week and then working all weekend as well. Oh, and tonight I had to go to a CPR class and I have to do the same thing tomorrow. My only moment of time off this entire week is Thursday night. I can't wait until the 4th of July, which is the next time I will have a full day off. But hey, at least these jobs are fun, for the most part, and I'm getting paid to do something I enjoy, which is really amazingly lucky.

Anyway, how about some bullet points? Cool.

-Here are some things I learned at CPR class tonight:
1. Before you give someone CPR, make sure they're not just sleeping.
2. Every single time you demonstrate CPR on the training video, EVERY SINGLE TIME, and you're going to do it at least TWO DOZEN TIMES, you have to demonstrate ALL THIRTY FREAKIN' CHEST COMPRESSIONS.
3. Apparently it is necessary to differentiate between "floor" and "ground," as in "lie the victim flat on the floor or ground."
4. Speaking of "victim", after hearing that word repeated about sixty times Nicole and I realized that "victim" is a very fun word to say in our Expressway voice. (Incidentally, I'm really glad that coincidentally Nicole has been my companion in all-things-tedious lately)
5. Because of the anatomy of the human body, you're much less likely to throw up if you're lying on your left side than on your right. This is perhaps the most useful fact I learned today, other than all that life-saving stuff, of course. I'm just wishing I'd known this fact during the mornings I was hungover in college.

-Here is the best text message conversation I've had today:
My Brother: Remember the scooter I had when I was younger? What did I name it?
Me: Brunhilde!
My Brother: Haha. Yeah, that's it! Why do you remember that?
Me: Because it was hilarious!
My Brother: And I had that stupid song I would sing when I was riding it around the house! Brunhilde my love!
Me: No, that wasn't about the scooter. The song you sang was "Doorstop my Love," which was even worse!
My Brother: Oh shit, you're right! That doorstop was the shit! I still have that thing, too! I think I got it when we were in Europe.
Me: You did. At that castle in Germany. Of all the things you could have picked at the gift shop that day you chose a doorstop shaped like a hedgehog.
My Brother: That's probably the best decision I ever made...
Me: Yeah. Probably so.

-I'm meeting Penn's family on the 4th of July. Like, the whole family: Mom, stepdad, brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephews, grandparents...Tonight he was giving me the rundown on what to expect and it led to this, my favorite non-text message conversation of the day:
Me: I just want your mom to like me. It will be awkward if she doesn't...On that note, is there anything I shouldn't mention in front of her, besides obvious things I'd never bring up anyway?
Penn: Well, I wouldn't tell her we have sex.
Me: That definitely falls under the category of "obvious things I'd never bring up anyway."
Penn: Yeah, but she might bring it up.
Me: Really?
Penn: Maybe. You never know with my mom.
Me: So what do I tell her if she brings it up?
Penn: Well, hopefully she won't. But don't lie to her. She'll know. She already asked me if you're on the Pill.
Me: So she already knows we're sleeping together?
Penn: Not exactly.
Me: We're 25 and we have our own apartments and she's asking you if I'm on the Pill, you don't think she assumes?
Penn: She does...
Me: So what do I say if she asks if we're sleeping together?
Penn: Hmmm...I'd make a BIG point of emphasizing that you're on the Pill.

Good lord. Maybe I should just wear a t-shirt like those patriotic numbers that they sell at Old Navy that says something like "Happy Independence Day! I Promise Your Son Won't Accidentally Impregnate Me!"

-Kiki came to visit this weekend since she had to go to a wedding in a nearby town, so she came to my work event on Thursday night and then we went out for drinks with some of my friends. On Friday morning we got to hang out by the pool for a while (my first time this summer!) before I had to go to work. It was great, I just wish we could have spent more time together. Do you know that last week was the seven year anniversary of our friendship? Well, it was. We met at college orientation, which apparently was seven whole years ago. Anyway, I'm pretty sure my favorite moment of the weekend was when I realized that Kiki was wearing her white tank top--Kiki always lounges in white tanks--inside out because something was written on the inside of it. So I asked what was on her tank and she said, "Oh, I wrote on it with marker, I was bored the other night." And I said, "What does it say?" and what it said was, "Kiki is Awesome at Piano." Kiki, who is Awesome at Piano, is actually Awesome at Keyboard, and since she just bought the keyboard a week and a half ago I'm pretty sure the only song she can play so far is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. But, you know, it's Awesomeness in progress.

-And now for a serious note, I got one of the best compliments of my life last week. I'd taken Penn with me to a work cocktail party so I was introducing him to all of the friends I've made this summer and I introduced him to the man in charge of the project I'm working on. This man is quite honestly one of the most amazing people I've ever met. He's seventy years old and I swear he has lived twenty lives. He's a scientist and a writer and I'm insanely jealous that he can use his whole brain like that when I can't even use half of mine effectively. He's articulate, elegant, fascinating, friendly, generous...I can't say enough about him and how much I admire him. Anyway, I introduced him to Penn and I wish I could remember what he said verbatim because everything the man says is poetry, but basically he told Penn that he should feel lucky that he found me because I am "tremendously attractive," competent, and charming. I was so momentarily overwhelmed that I couldn't respond, I just said, "P..." and smiled in a way that I hope expressed my gratitude. It was so nice because when I think about how I want to be perceived by the world at large, that's exactly what I would ideally like to be: good at whatever work I choose to do, charming, and attractive. To me, that sounds like the whole picture. It's everything I want to be. And to have someone I admire so incredibly much say that about was a proud moment.

Alright, I'm off to bed. Hope you all are having as nice a summer as I am, busy schedule and all.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Eggo Ego

One of the benefits of sleeping with someone who has to get up for work at 5:30 in the morning is that when I roll out of bed three hours later I have the pleasant illusion that I have slept in. This is the case even though it is only 8:30 in the morning and still firmly in the middle of my Do-Not-Wake-Without-Force time (Surely I have explained my theory before, my theory about how single digit AM numbers should never willingly be seen by human eyes unless those eyes are still awake from the night before? Generally, I never get up before 10 AM unless I absolutely have to for work or some other unavoidable event.)
So I wake up at 8:30 and instead of feeling crabby I'm just thrilled that I'm not the one who has already been at work for two hours. You may ask why I'm getting up at 8:30 in the morning, regardless of whether or not it feels like sleeping in. The answer is that if I spend the night at Penn's apartment on a weekday I have to play The Parking Game. See, Penn lives in a building downtown where weekday parking is all either metered, a fifteen minute loading zone, or requires a permit of some kind. He doesn't own a permit because he doesn't really need to since he's generally at work during the hours the parking restrictions are being enforced. I, however, play The Parking Game. Penn does have to play the Game himself whenever he's off work so he taught me how to do it. Basically, I have to play the game from 8ish until 10:00, at which time one of the neighborhoods allows free parking until 3:00 and I can take a break. Here's how today's version went:
8:30-Get in the car with the dog, drive to Dunkin' Donuts, sit in my car and share a donut with the hound dog.
9:00-Park at a meter, feed it enough money for half an hour, take the dog for a walk along the river.
9:30-Head over to the neighborhood that stops restricting parking at 10 AM, figure 9:30 is close enough, park the car and walk the dog the four blocks back to Penn's apartment
It's not too bad, really. Obviously it would be easier to just leave the car in one place, but at least The Parking Game generally involves breakfast and a workout of some sort. And pretty soon I'll start my new job and finish this current job and my schedule will get more normal and I'll start being up there mostly on weekends when The Parking Game is unnecessary.

Anyway, when I got back to the apartment after playing The Parking Game today I decided to go back to sleep for a while before meeting Penn for lunch, and while I was napping I had a really interesting dream. In the dream I was visiting my hometown and I decided to walk by Phil's house, thinking that if he happened to be outside I'd try to get him to talk to me like a normal person. Dream life was pretty much like real life at the moment in that I was dating Penn and Phil was ignoring any and all attempts I made at friendship (the attempts are very few these days, by the way, down to just one "Hope you're doing okay," message every week or two, in case if he is depressed like I fear he is he'll know that I didn't stop caring about him entirely...he may not appreciate it now but I figure someday he'll recognize my good intentions). Anyway, I walked by Phil's house and in the dream he had two roommates and they were all outside on the front lawn. I didn't say anything when I walked up to the house, I just stood there on the sidewalk and Phil stared at me for a long moment and finally he said, "Let's go for a walk." So we walked around the block and talked and I was happy. I was happy that he was being mature enough to talk to me, I was happy because the conversation was flowing freely and comfortably, and there was a tiny bit of tension but nothing I couldn't overlook. But then we stopped at a corner as the sun was starting to go down and he suddenly leaned forward and tried to kiss me. I realized what was happening so I turned my head at the last minute so his lips just grazed my cheek instead of meeting my lips, and I said, "I'm not going to do that," and he said, "Why not? You can." And I said, "No, I can't. I'm with Penn, and I like him. I'm not going to screw that up." Phil grabbed my hand and said, "*A*..." in this pleading voice, and I was thinking to myself, "Damn it, now he's going to try to get in the way and complicate things. Why does he have to do this now, when everything is so easy?" And then my alarm went off and I opened my eyes and I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I realized that I was not in Hometown but curled up in Penn's bed.
I'm glad that the subconscious part of my mind is apparently in agreement with the conscious part of it. Honestly, I don't believe that dream kissing/sex ever means anything at all, because I've had some sexual dreams about people that I am not remotely attracted to and would never choose to get involved with in real life. But I have to admit that I really like the fact that even my subconscious has no desire to cheat. Glad that you're coming along for the ride, dream mind.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008


So I've been trying to write an entry for two days now, but every time I sat down at the computer all I could come up with to say is, "It's REALLY FREAKIN' HOT." Which isn't very interesting because that's what everyone on the east coast was saying all weekend. But seriously, it has been miserable. It's pretty much impossible for me to believe that just two weeks ago I was wondering why I was still wearing sweatshirts at night when it was almost June, and now here I am wondering why I have to legally wear any clothes at all when it's this horribly hot and muggy. I feel like my brain has been completely fried by the heat.
I think the worst part is driving in it. Traffic is infinitely more annoying in summer heat. Luckily I have Nicole as my carpool buddy since she's working the same job, and some days the only reason I'm able to drive the 45 minutes to work without killing anybody is because Nicole is in the car with me making me laugh. Our latest thing has been to anthropomorphize the highway. We drive the majority of the way on this notoriously horrible highway that I'll call the Expressway even though that's not its name. It makes a loop around the city and is always crowded no matter what time of day you get on it. It's the worst at rush hour, but I swear we'll be driving home at 1 in the morning and there will somehow still be traffic jams. Still, this horrible highway is actually the most efficient way to work (I've actually tried two other routes to make sure) so we have to deal with it. So Nicole and I deal with it by saying the highway's name in a creepy voice. Think "red rum" in The Shining. I don't even know how we started it, but now nothing makes us laugh harder than saying "The Expressway" in the bizarre voice as often as possible. Like this:
Me: Nicole, I am not excited about driving on the Expressway.
Nicole: There's surprisingly little traffic on the Expressway.
Me: That guy is speeding on the Expressway.
Nicole: I'll pick you up in five minutes and we'll get on the Expressway.
Me: Let's just take 370 to the Expressway.
We also make it have full conversations in its Expressway voice about how evil it is. We will sometimes do this the ENTIRE drive and it never stops being funny. And the thing is, we realize it's not really funny at all, it's just funny because we're hot and/or tired and/or stir crazy from being trapped in a windowless and cellphone serviceless building for ten hours at a time. And yet we still laugh hysterically about it every time one of us does it. So far I have the best Expressway moment of all because tonight in the hallway at work I noticed that they put up a new painting of a highway viewed through a car windshield and as Nicole walked by I said, "Hey, Nicole! I think this is a picture of the Expressway!" and she was doubled over in laughter for a full thirty seconds because, see, you expect the Expressway jokes in the car but not in the hallway at work!

Yeah, see, I told you my brain is getting fried. It's the heat combined with the fact that I've been reading nothing but magazines ever since school got out. It's like...going from training for a triathalon to doing a leisurely stroll at the park. Relaxing, but I can almost feel my brain cells eroding. But I did finally manage to get through the pile of magazines that had been building up beside my bed since March! Today to switch gears I started reading a book about investing in the stock market. One of my coworkers was like, "Wow, yesterday you were reading Marie Claire and now you're reading that?!" and I just shrugged and said, "I'm a multi-faceted woman, what can I say." Really, that's me in a nutshell. Hegel on Monday, US Weekly on Tuesday, study up on money market funds on Wednesday, read nothing but cookbooks on Thursday. That's how I roll. That's how a lot of people roll, probably.

What else?
I'm excited about tomorrow because I have the morning off and will actually have time to thoroughly clean my apartment for the first time in over two weeks (excited about cleaning, pathetic but true).
Starting on Thursday I have to housesit for one of my professors. I'm really annoyed by this turn of events because the only reason I have to do it in the first place is because Stacy (who was the one that was actually asked to housesit) is afraid that the professor is trying to hit on her so she tried to get out of housesitting by pretending she had to go out of town. In her defense, there is a precedent for this since apparently the professor has used housesitting as a gateway to, um, other events before. So anyway, I got roped into helping out so that Stacy doesn't have to do it by herself but now I'm annoyed by the whole thing because I have to stay at the prof's house this weekend and its a big weekend for me at work since the event we've been planning for weeks finally happens and there's a big fancy party that Penn is going to come down for but then we can't even stay together after the event because I'm not about to let him come sleep with me at my prof's house And I can't stay at my own apartment with him because housesitting involves actually staying at the prof's house. Grrrr.
On Monday I think I'm going to get to visit my grandparents since they're coming east for my cousin's high school graduation. They're going to visit my grandpa's alma mater on Monday and since it's only about a three hour drive from where I live I think I'm going to drive up for the day and spend the night with my relatives and hang out with them since otherwise I won't see my grandparents again until Christmas.

It's going to be a busy week, again. This summer has been interesting with this job, but I have to admit that it hasn't really been relaxing so far. AT ALL. I'm thinking that the next two weeks should be a bit easier because there will be less work (we're cutting down to only four days a week of work instead of six and the hours will be shorter). Then it's just going to get crazy again for a week once I start my second summer job on the 23rd, but July in general should be easier since the job I'm working now will be over and my second job has a pretty standard 9-5 schedule. It will be nice to have my evenings back again.

Luckily I'm giving myself the last month of summer off. Did I mention that? Well, I am. I'm finished with my second job on July 18th and then I'm not doing any work until they tell me I have to come back to campus in August. I'm going to do a little bit of petsitting to pick up some extra cash, hopefully, but I'm not doing anything that involves being somewhere at a particular time or staying at anyone's house other than my own (or Penn's, I suppose). True, August is turning out to be pretty busy, too, but it will be busy with fun stuff. Penn and I just made a bunch of plans. The first weekend in August we're planning to go to Chicago to visit one of my good friends from high school and her husband. I was originally going to go by myself but when she heard I was dating someone new she told me I definitely needed to bring him with me so that she can check him out. (I'm sure she'll like him. She's so happy that I'm no longer hung up on Phil that I think she'd be thrilled if I told her I was dating a gila monster.) We haven't bought plane tickets yet so its not definite, but Penn wants to go so we'll hopefully make it happen. The second weekend in August we're hoping to get tickets to this music festival. We're going to go on Saturday in the hopes that Radiohead and The Roots aren't performing at the same time since it would be awesome to get to see both of them. Then the third weekend in August is apparently wedding weekend since I know of four different couples that are tying the knot that weekend. Ridiculous. Anyway, Penn wants me to go to a wedding with him in New York on the 14th and then on the 16th one of my good friends from college is getting married in Boston so I figure I'll hang out with Penn in NYC and then we'll head to Boston to hang out with my girlfriends for the weekend. So yeah, fun things are coming up. It's turning out to be a much more eventful summer than I initially thought it would be. The crazy thing is that at this rate going back to school might actually end up being more relaxing than my summer will be!

P.S., did you notice that Penn and I are planning things that won't happen until August? In other words, I'm finally feeling pretty confident about this. It still feels too lucky sometimes, and I know from experience that this phase doesn't last. At some point we're going to start finding things we disagree on and at some point he's not going to call when he says he will and at some point he's going to stop thinking its cute that I insist on making the bed every morning. I realize that there is a limit to the giddiness I'm feeling right now. But in a way this makes it better because I know enough now to realize that I really need to cherish these days when I can think of a dozen things I would like to tell him about and two dozen things I would like to ask him but I can't bring myself to say anything at all because he's smiling at me in a way that makes my chest ache and I don't want to ruin the moment.
I'm completely disarmed by this guy. But you know, I'm okay with that. I don't know where this is going, but the fact that I'm feeling like this at all has been enough, even if this whole thing blows up in my face tomorrow.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Stuff and Nonsense

Penn is back from Europe and I'm very happy that he's home. I drove to his place on Sunday night and we celebrated his return by pretty much not getting out of bed until 6:30 on Tuesday morning when we both had to go to work.
Okay, okay, that's sort of an exaggeration. He did have to go to work for a few hours on Monday and I did go grocery shopping and walk my dog while he was gone, but then he came home and was like, "Do you want to go out tonight?" and I was like, "I don't care, do you?" and I looked at him and he looked at me and we didn't say anything else, we just got back into bed. Ha.
Not that we were banging like rabbits that entire time, although I'd forgotten how fun it is at the beginning of a relationship to want each other so much that staying up all night seems like a good idea. I've said before that I don't like the beginning of relationships, but I take that back. I forgot that I like the beginning of good relationships, and this one is definitely having a good beginning.
There's just no awkwardness. We even had the whole, "I'll show you my relationship baggage if you show me yours" conversation the other night, and I thought it went pretty well. Basically, it seems like we've made our way through the same relationship phases and are more or less on the same page. So no skeletons in the closet there, which is a relief.
All in all it was a good couple of nights. I'm happy (and still a little scared) to say I'm liking him more all the time. We talk so easily about everything, he seems genuinely interested in my life and I am genuinely interested in his...he runs his fingers through my hair as I'm falling asleep...we go for walks by the river near his apartment and he holds the dog leash in one hand and my hand in the other and man, if that isn't the most cheesy, cute thing ever...he brought me back a pair of earrings from Greece and a wrap shirt he picked out in the Netherlands and I was pretty surprised because not only has no guy ever been bold enough to buy me clothes or jewelry before (I think it's risky to buy clothes for someone, especially so early in a relationship, don't you?) but I actually really like both of the things he picked out and will wear them regularly (I was teasing him and asking him how he knew what size to get and he said, "Well, I figure you're about the same size as the mannequins." Ha!)
And he makes me laugh, which is so important. Like the other night we were cuddled up in bed and he goes, "So I was thinking about Raising Arizona the other day and it made me think of you," and I was mentally wondering where on earth he was going to go with that statement and how on earth he was going to turn a comment about Raising Arizona into something that was going to make me want to kiss him, except that it totally worked! That's some mad pillow talk skills, my friend. Because I love me some Raising Arizona, but babies and convicts aren't exactly sexy material, you know? Then I was going to do his grocery shopping on Monday (because he'd unplugged his fridge before he left so he literally had no food in the house and because what else am I going to do all day long while he's at work and because I'm a nice girlfriend sometimes) so he left some money and his keys on the nightstand as he was leaving for work and I was like, "Wait, what do you want from the grocery store?" and he said, "Meat." And I said, "No, seriously, what do you want?" and he said, "Meat. A lot of frozen meat." Apparently I'm dating a caveman.
The caveman is probably going to meet some of my friends tomorrow since he's coming down to stay with me for the night and one of my friends is having a going away party since she's leaving for the summer. It's the first time I'll introduce him to anyone I know. I'm excited about it because I want my friends to meet this person that I've been blabbing about for the past two months, but I'm also a little nervous about it because while we'd all like to say we don't care what our friends think about our significant others, I know it's going to bug me a little if they don't approve. I can't think of a reason why they won't like him, though.

Anyway, I have to go. I need to sleep because I may or may not have a meeting at 9:30 tomorrow morning. I honestly have no idea, my life is very disorganized right now. I have a flurry of saved e-mails talking about possible meeting dates and times and the last one says 9:30 on the 5th but doesn't say anything about meeting place and it's not from my actual boss, it's from one of my colleagues saying, "This should work for all of us, lets run it by the boss." So yeah, I don't know what the heck that is all about.
Then I have to go to work all day. Hopefully it won't be as eventful as today, where we lost 45 minutes of work time while we all hunkered down in a lounge in the basement during a series of tornado warnings. Fun times.