2 days in a row?!

Yeah..I told you I'd be a better blogger.

To Do list for today:

-Ride bike downtown while looking super cute.

-Finish taking measurements of snot-faced chorus people

-Rummage with my costume-mate through racks and racks of costumes

-Sweat my nonexistent balls off (was that too vulgar? sorry if it was..if not, no apologies)

-Spend the evening with a nice fellow.

As promised, here's the latest on T. He calls me yesterday morning, waking me up. Which is totally fine because 1) I love waking up to his voice and 2) He keeps me from sleeping in too late (which I HATE doing because then I feel like I've wasted half the day). We're talking for a little over an hour and I don't know how the subject came up, but I hear the words "You're going to hate me, but I got you another gift." We've had 1 date. One.

I HATE being spoiled. It makes me uncomfortable being the center of attention and it just puts me in an awkward position. Instinctively, I freak out:

Me: "Whyyy?! You need to quit spoiling me, T!"

T: "Why not? I told you I was going to get you 12 gifts..just like the 12 days of Christmas." (cute, right? But still.)

Me: "I didn't think you were serious! You're joking. You didn't get me anything..stop being mean to me."

T: (laughing at my stupidity) "No, I really did. I'll take a picture and send it to you once we're off the phone. It's awesome. AWEEEESOME and you're going to LOOOOVE it!"

Me: "What is it?"

T: "I can't ruin the surprise."

After like, 20 minutes of me poking and prodding trying to get answers, we hang up and the picture came in. The first thing I see is the price tag. $189.99...the next thing I realize is that it's a jewelry box..with a chain..and his thumb covering up the necklace. What the bloody hell is this?! I mean, I know it's not like a MASSIVE amount of money, but when you're a broke college student with past relationships with boys who didn't buy you anything more than dinner, it's a lot. I told T it was a bit excessive and he claims to be an excessive person. I like him a lot. Like, a lot a lot. I just don't know how to handle being spoiled like this.

It probably seems suuuuper silly, but I have weird issues. I won't even get into it right now.

Rant. Rant. Rant.

I haven't forgotten.

I just haven't had time :)

So much news. SO much news. Here it goes.

I had that first date, got a ukulele and had a wonderful time. I can't wait to spend time with this amazing person again. We laughed, talked and had a great meal. I haven't felt this good in a long time and that was all I could think about the entire night.

Now for different news. My online class is killing me. KILLING me. I had to write a paper, not bad, huh? Only my professor did a shit job explaining what she wanted. I email her for clarity; no response. Thanks. So I decided I would have to BS my way through it. My roommates decide to not warn me of the party they were throwing last night. I couldn't concentrate on my paper that was due this morning. I decide to ride my bike to the library at 9:30 pm. I get there and it's closed. Absolutely freaking wonderful. I start riding back when I realize that McDonald's has wifi. I go in and order a chocolate shake (even though I'm lactose intolerant.) and try taking advantage of their McHospitality. The only problem? Their wifi has been down for a week. I have to ride back home where my douchebag roommates are being loud and obnoxious.

I'm almost home when a cop stops me. A FREAKING COP! At this point, I couldn't think my night could get any worse. "Hey miss, what are you doing out so late riding around with a full backpack?" I explain to them my situation and they're not buying it. They ask to see what was in my pack. They thought I was smuggling drugs! Once I convinced them otherwise, they offer to give me a ride home. My bike wouldn't fit, so they drove behind me lighting my way. I get home and lock myself in my bedroom and cried my little eyes out. I had enough of being foolish, so I started cranking on my paper. Got that beast done at 6am.

Feeling better about myself and my horrible night, my Dad calls. He knows I'm going back to cosmetology school in September. He's not supportive: "You need to just finish what you're doing and get that degree." Wake up call, Dad! I can't afford it anymore and can't get a loan. I don't want to do fashion anymore. I've been missing cos for 3 years now and I'm ready to go back. Quit making me depressed and just support me for once. Thanks.

Also, not feeling well..probably due to lack of sleep. Or maybe I have a tumor. Let's hope for the former.

Anywhooooo...I guess I'm finished ranting. Thanks.

Depression at it's Finest

I've been thinking of starting a vlog. Why? No clue. Also, it makes me wonder how I could even consider it if I have such a hard time keeping a regular blog running. Oh well..maybe some day.

I also thought that I would be one of those awesome thrifty girls who post what they wear everyday. Then I realized that I don't have the time/money (mostly money) to go thrifting all the time. A lot of my clothes are from Target and that's only because it's within biking distance to where I live. Their clothes aren't that interesting. Definitely not interesting enough to write about nearly everyday. Sooo I'm still stumped as to what this'll be about.

Also, I'm trying out dating again. Just thought you should know.

I spent all last night doing homework and talking on the phone. And when I say doing homework, I mean chatting online to wonderful people. And by this, I mean I was also looking for a song to sing for my audition. Audition for Sweeney Todd. Why? No clue..I can't sing, but I miss being in plays. If I don't get cast, I'll settle for set building/stage makeup/whatever else.

But the majority of my night was spent on the phone. Until about 3:30 am. Was it worth it? Absolutely. You see, it really sucks, but I was the cause of someone's bout of depression yesterday. I was asked out; I would have LOVED to go, but I had soooo much homework to do. AND he called and said he could "be there in a half hour." What?! That's not nearly enough time to get ready for a date. Not at all.

I explained to him why I couldn't and that I would love to another time. (I know girls say this allll the time to let someone down easy, but I honestly meant it.) He saw this as rejection and he quit talking. And by quit talking I mean we spent 2 hours texting back and forth. He was finding excuses for me not to be interested. How because of his work schedule, he wouldn't be asking me again anytime soon.

After a little while, we spoke on the phone. He started saying things like "I don't want pity. And you're only talking to me because of what happened to your ex. You couldn't save him blah blah blah." What happened to my ex, you ask? That's a story for a different day. But he couldn't be more wrong. I enjoy talking to this person. Even when he's depressed and mopey, he can put a smile on my face. So do I hope he asks me out again? Yes. Do I think he will? Well..after our later conversations, I think maybe it's a possibility. But I won't get my hopes up; that only leads to disappointment.