Oh, the irony -

sitting here. all by my lonesome.  just me and the dog.  the whole weekend.  alone. no fun things to do. no dates to go on. no boys to crush on. and what pops up on my music player? "Are you gonna be my girl?". no, JET. i'm not. because i'm busy eating chinese noodles and drowning my sorrows in apple cider - and the 3 part trainwreck that is the twilight saga.  it's equal parts awesome and awful.  and somehow soothing in the same way as eating icing straight out of the can.  you know it's a poor choice, but you just can't quite quit.  and it temporarily makes you feel a bit better.


see, i have this issue. i feel like God has revealed to me the individual who is going to save me from being forever alone.  however, half of the answer seems to be "wait. now is not the time."  and the answer as a whole is not totally satisfying. because, to be honest, this "answer" is not something i'm super thrilled about.  i don't even think this guy likes me.  i feel like a nuisance to him when i speak. and he makes me feel stupid in a condescending way.   i gave up on trying to be decent friends a while ago.  so, who knows what this means/is/will be. i just sit here feeling cockblocked by karma and Jesus. that's a terrible term (because i'm not actually looking to sleep with anyone until i'm married, and Jesus would never do such a thing, and karma doesn't exist), but its the closest i can come to explaining this apathetic shlump that is my [lack of] love life.  i need patience. and would love to see some confirmation. to put it in the words of a good friend: " either this is it, and he has a lot of growing to do, and you're in for a wild ride, or satan just upped his game with you." so, is this it? is this the beginning of said wild ride? has satan upped his game? both? who even knows? all i really know is that i don't. *sigh*. i'm going to bed.

Just to let it be known...

(because gleeks are ferociously hardcore)
that I have known about Damian McGinty for years.  As in like 5.  Because he was part of a group of singers called Celtic Thunder; I have the CDs.  I don't care that you've followed him since day one of the Glee Project.  You are still just jumping on the bandwagon.  I win. Get over it.

Thanks.

Bahahaaha - but in all seriousness, yes, he's great. And he's also been around for awhile.  Its cool.  But for once, I am going to revel in having known about something from the start. Well, not the ultimate start, because I'm not from Ireland and didn't know him before Celtic Thunder... so that negates my argument anyway. BUT, yeah. So... just yeah. lol

Dear Fall -

I love you. I really do. You're pretty. And you bring about candy apples and candy corn and leaves losing their photosythesized colors... And hoodie/boot weather! I love hoodies and boots.  Also, bonfires and burnt hotdogs and fingers so cold I can't grip a fork and delicious hot 'shmoes (toy story reference, anyone?).  I love the decor and the smells and the idea of visiting haunted houses - even though I never actually do.  I love that ABC Family and Disney and the SyFy channel all play ridiculously cheesy "scary" films.  I can't wait for Hocus Pocus, Practical Magic, and Halloweentown with all of it's counterparts.  I love that you can buy candy in bulk - on sale! And also that eventually, it will be turkey time and we will visit family (and I will have a food-coma inducing food baby that week- possibly twins). And that will lead into Christmas time which is also just as nice.  However, I *do not* love that you feel the need to play games with the poor, didn't-do-nothin-to-you left behind nerves in my hand.  I can't help it that door hinges hate me.  Nor can I help it that my damaged parts are particularly cold and rain sensitive.  So please, stop with all of the hating.
   Sincerely.

watching sister wives

this man drives me crazy. setting the fact that i disagree with their polygamist lifestyle aside, im watching it and just sighing.  he drags the wives to a presbyterian church all gung ho looking at a youth group for their kids, and one wife has an issue. so they have a family meeting. and not only does he change his mind to what the one wife said, he then presents it to the kids as if that was his stance all along. really?

So, I didn't completely fall off the face of the planet...

i sort of maybe forgot about this blog... can't lie.  so, here goes a restart.  just in case anyone reads this, i'm revamping what i do with it.   i need an outlet. here it is.  

<rant> night shift: stop screwing with my life.  i hate that i sleep through the day and am up at 3am. NO ONE ELSE IS UP AT 3AM! and then, i have to be quiet in the house so no one else wakes up. no bueno. night shift, you and i may work well together, but i don't have to like you.  our relationship won't be permanent. </rant>