Oh Man...

That's right. Oh man. Oh man oh man...

Men. They freak me out. Compliments compliments compliments. I HATE COMPLIMENTS AND FLATTERY. Period. Stop it. Stop it right now. Too much too fast. Don't call me princess, don't tell me how amazing I am. 

Officail proclamtion: If you've known Kim for less than a month or only gone on one date, don't "top friend" her on myspace or call her a princess or tell her she's the most amazing person ever. She doesn't like it. Never will. 

Why do the Gods send me these people? I once had a guy tell me he loved me before we went on our first date.  What?!  Yes! Here I am all over again. Why do people put all of their heart in so fast? What are you going to gain from that?! You're only going to get hurt. That's the only thing that can happen when you go THAT  fast emotionally. 

This is me freaking out. HE is freaking me out. I'm sorry if he reads this and it hurts him, but I need to get this out. And really, when you lay it on THAT thick THAT soon it's going to freak me out. 

I feel bad. I just don't see this working out. Plus, he's Catholic. Pagan + Catholic does not equal compatibility. He has no knowledge of my religion. And if he did, he most likely wouln't have asked me out in the first place. But this matter isn't even a matter right now. 

Thanks guys... Thank you for putting this guy's feelings in harm's way. And thank you for giving me even more reason to believe I'm doomed to an eternity of loneliness. Thanks guys... Thanks alot.

Oh man...

Once Upon a Chilly Morning...

I woke up. Then I made coffee and began to reflect on my past few days...

First of all: the Christmas dance party is oh so much fun!!  They kick my ass, but I love them. I was actually sore from the chicken dance (if you can imagine). I've learned some new dances too which pretty much rock my world.  

Next we have dating issues. *sigh* Where to begin? I went out with boy mentioned in previous blog. An excellent time was had. Who doesn't have a good time when watching Bond? Crazy people, that's who. Where was I...? Oh yeah... So on the way to the movie we had fantastic conversation. I feel the need to touch on this for we actually missed our exit to Downtown Disney we were so into our discussion. We have so much in common it freaks me out a little. I suggested Bond (like you all didn't see THAT one coming) and he said he was hoping I would, cause that's what he wanted to see. That's typical, I guess. Having a thrist for 007 is common with a lot of people, well, smart people anyway. Once we settled into the movie is where it got interesting. Well for him it was probably frustrating. As I indicated earlier, we've only known eachother for a very short period of time, therefore, he knows not of my intimacy issues. Nor of my dating handicap, but that subject is sure to come shortly. Anywho, he was CLEARLY wanting to crank it up a notch during said movie. Not by a large portion, he was a perfect gentleman the whole night (more on that later, too) but he definitely wanted... I don't know... cuddle time...? Cuddle-ish time... that's what we'll go with, cuddle-ish time. Well we all know how much I like to cuddle, in that I don't . Snuggling is alright, but that's different. When you're home with a movie you snuggle, or when you're falling asleep, you snuggle. Cuddling in a movie theatre just isn't my thing. I'm not into PDA that much, I guess. I'm the one making barf noises when anyone starst to get kissy kissy within a 100 foot radius. Bleh!! Maybe I'm just cold. Maybe I'm bitcy, I don't know. And here's another thing: the chivalry. That's great... for girls who like/need it from their man. I don't. Not one teeny tiny little bit. I've been a party of one for so long that I'm just used to it, I suppose. I'm not saying that guys shouldn't do things like open doors, or walk a girl to her car and so on and so forth. I'm just saying, I can take care of myself. I don't mean that in any form of disrespect, that's just how I roll. AND it was only validated further at the Halloween party "incident" (most people know about the "incident" but ask if you don't). In short (too late) I just want to state for the world to know, that I am emotionally independant, please learn to deal with it if you choose to date me. 

Now, if you thought that was the end of this subject during this particular blog you are mistaken. I have some reflection-esque thoughts about all of this. Let us start with the fact that I don't like to live in the "real world". You all, I'm sure, already knew that. Anyone who knows me knows that. Now, I am trying to force myself to realize that I don't live in a romantic movie. I don't even reside in a romantic comedy. Holy bubble poppage Batman! But, alas, it's true. Sad... but true. So after this recent revelation I have decided not to write off boy mentioned in previous blog just yet. I'm trying something new. I'm trying this actually get to know him-see if something develops-have some fun-be brave thing. Frankly it terrifies me. But maybe that's my problem. I'm afraid (I think I touched on that prior to this blog). I'm not so sure why, though. Maybe I've kept people at arm's length for too long. Fear of the unknown...? The Gods only know, but I'm going to be as courageous as I can. That's all I've come up with at this point. With that, I'm going to end this segment.

Damn!!

That is all.

Namarie melloneamin

Lists

After re-reading my latest post I have come to the conclusion that I like the whole "officializing" of my many many lists (yes, I totally made up an AWESOME word). You see, I have lists for a number of items and on most occasions I forget half of my list because it's only in my head. Now, as some of you know, I have over a gazillion things going on in my head (more on that for another time) and my brain just can't remember it all when called out on the spot. Therefore, I am making some of them official on this blog and adding to them when I remember something or feel the need to add something. Here we go...

Kim's list of favorite Disney characters:

Pluto

Drizella (duh)

Flower

Pongo

Dodger

Bowler Hat Guy

Figaro

Captain Hook

Brer Bear's butt

Merriweather (unless we're hanging out during parade)

Timon

Mad Madam Mim

Squirt

Pegasus

Mufasa

Koda

Rajah

Boo

Pocahontas 

Kim's list of songs she wants to learn all the lyrics to:

La Vie Boheme

Yakko Sings the Countries of the World

One Week by Bare Naked Ladies (lame, I know, but whatchya gonna do?)

Kim's list of celebrities she would have in her social circle if she were famous:

Amanda Bines

Ellen DeGeneres

Christina Ricci

Jenifer Garner

Kim's list of roles she wants to portray onstage:

Velma Kelly in Chicago

Maureen in RENT

LeFou in Beauty and the Beast (shut up, I know he's a boy)

Lily in The Secret Garden

Christine or Meg in Phantom of the Opera

I think that will do for now. It's late and I'm a sleepy girl. As I said, this will be updated frequently so stay tuned.

Namarie melloneamin

Sad and Confusing Times

*Takes deep breath*

 Alright. Holy long time no blog Batman. Many reasons lead to this tragedy. 

First of being the move. Yes!! It finally happened !! Jenn and I are now in the new abode and loving it. The improved distance from work has proved most glorious. It's nice to tell the childrens I'll be home around ten and not eleven or eleven thirty. Not to mention the bundles of fuel my car is no longer consuming. I think the car (who STILL remains nameless, my bad) is happier about it too. It's not parking on the street so it feels tres safer. The childrens have also taken a liking to the new homestead. They are spread out all about the new and LARGER bedroom. During the hour of playtime they actually have room to engage in such activities of play, therefore rendering them tired enough for bedtime. Which, in turn, makes me happy for it hurts when they use me as their jungle gym. 

Once moved in to the glorious new apartment we learn that we have internet. Something near us has wifi and therefore so do we. The peasants rejoiced!! But alas, it was short lived. About a week ago it vanished from our realm of contentment, leaving us sad and deprived of communication... Or so we thought. Yesterday, on a whim, I decide to check the status of said problem and lo and behold internet had returned! Leaving us breathing a little easier until we can afford to call yet another internet company. We all know my luck with them...

Now that the matter is on the back burner I have another issue that needs venting. 

Yes, I know. You all LOVE my venting. Well, stick a cork in it, I'm doing it anyway. 

Where was I...? Ah, yes, my vent. Guess what this vent is concerning... Correct-amundo!! Boys. So there's this guy (you know it's a doozy when it starts THAT way). Anywho, there is a certain male who has expressed a certain interest in a certain person of the female variety. He's super duper nice, not to mention taller and older than said female. Wait wait wait... Let us take a minor step back and examine why this is such an accomplishment. I have an unofficial list of qualities I... I mean SHE requires her gentleman callers to possess. You know, now that this is where this blog has lead me I'm going to make this list official.

Kim's list of qualities she finds important for gentlemen wishing to court her:

Older than her

Taller than her+

Confidence

People skills

The ability to dress oneself properly+

Likes sports+

Not a fan of the Denver Broncos

Likes movies+

Can handle the fact that she's a Disnoid*+

No, I repeat, NO animal allergies

Honest

Not clingy

Open minded

*A Disnoid is an intense Disney fan. If you know me, you should already know that.

For now, that will do. A quality followed by a + means they are negotiable. 

Alrighty, back to the main topic. There is a guy psycho enough to express interest in me and he really is a nice guy. I'm just not sure how I actually feel due to the fact that I am, as we all know, dating impaired. I suck at the whole casual, getting to know you, game playing, new interest phase. My friends ask "Well, do you like him?" And I honestly have no idea. I might, but I don't know if I'm reverting back to my old ways of: I should like him so I'll make myself like him. We all know how THAT worked out. I have also learned that I'm really afraid. There's a nervous air when I'm around potential significant others and sometimes that turns into a bona fide fear. And a crippling one at that. I'm just super confused and I'm not sure how to go about figuring out whether I like him or just want to like him. I keep thinking I just need to spend some actual time with him and go from there. He is good company and we had fun the few times we've hung out. I'll just take it one step at a time and see where I end up... I hate doing that. I'm not the most patient person. But, I've been doing nothing but complaining about how lonely I am, so I may as well try. 

I suppose that's the end of this vent, and with that, the end of this blog.

Namarie melloneamin

Not the Most Original Song, But I Like It.

Last night was... For lack of a better word, interesting. I went to a party which was, for everyone else, super-de-duper fun, but not so much for me. It's not the host's fault. I just didn't know anyone else but my roommate and we just didn't fit. We were those outsiders looking in. I hate that. Boo whore. Anywho, once we finally decided to leave we made it a little over half way home and my roommate's car dies on I-4. Literally dies. We were stuck on the shoulder of the interstate. Big fun. So after many phone calls we get Katrina (the friend we call "mom") and her fiance to come with assistance, ie: gas and jumper cables. After the gas proved to be fruitless we call AAA. 

"Sure, they'll be there in about 90 minutes."

"90 minutes?!"

"Yup, you're the priority since you're on the interstate."

"But... 90 minutes...?"

"Yes."

Priority?! Uh... Ok. Soon after the phone call the Fates decide to have a few more laughs and send a spider to crawl across the windshield (I know it was for laughs because it was on the outside). He was a terrifying little mother f-er too. Very creepy crawly. Definitely NOT appreciated. Moving on... 90 minutes later tow truck guy gets there and loads her car up. We follow him in Katrina's car to... I don't know... Goodyear, I think. The car is then unloaded and we proceed home. 

Now that I've typed it all out it sounds a lot less dramatic. But, it was a mini adventure for us. I guess you had to be there. 

Good news!! I have to sing the song. It's was better with the song. *clears throat*

Ding dong the witch moved out

The witch moved out.

The witch moved out.

Ding dong the wicked witch moved out!!!!!

Yeah!!! My roommate (the one who caused the turmoil with the water) moved away. Where to, you ask? I don't care. What about the rent, you ask? Doesn't matter, we'll be out by the first and her name is the only one on the lease. I will be sooooo happy to wash my hands of this entire living situation. Jenn and I are moving on to better things. Peace out.

I'm going to the Halloween party at Magic Kingdom tonight. I am oh so thrilled. I'm going as a purple fairy. Not the costume I originally planned, but you do what you can with the money (or lack thereof) you have. I'm meeting one of my friends there and we are going to party the night away Disney style. Fabulous!! Yes!!

Not much else for now. I best start fairying up for tonight's festivities. Awesome.

Namarie melloneamin

Spectro Magic?

Well, my delightful friends at Disney scheduling took it upon themselves to force my overcome of another fear this week. Spectromagic. I am not a fan of parades. I didn't like them the moment we met and the feeling was mutual. Having one day a week in the pool meant we were going to face each other, I knew that. I could feel it in my bones. Two weeks ago, I check my schedule and behold! Day parade... PM assignment... and DUN DUN DUN... Spectromagic. 

"NOOOOO!!"

My soul quivered. I knew it. I knew this was going to happen. So what do I do...? I kick ass that's what I do! Because I am a freakin warrior. Was it magical? Not for me especially. But I did it. I paraded like there was no tomorrow. With every fiber of my being I threw myself into the fire with only one goal: survive. Now here I stand, stronger, braver and exhausted. Parade wars are tiring. 

I suppose this is just a time of growing and reflecting (because it's good to reflect on your growth). So this is me... reflecting. 

I like hammocks. They're nice.

I believe I'm going to leave you now. As I said earlier, battling parade is strenuous. It takes a lot out of one. My eyes are heavy. My soul is weary. Not weak nor fragile. Only spent.

Namarie melloneamin

The Drought

That's right. We have no water. I need a shower... But alas... I'm SOL.

My roommate neglected to tell me that she needed money by today or our water was going to be shut off. She claims she got the notice but didn't put it on the fridge or mention it because she "knew we didn't have any money". Then she left to stay at her boyfriend's house. So when we go to use water this afternoon, there is none. Are you freaking kidding me?! I could have scrounged up ten bucks for my portion of the water bill. What gives you the right to decide if I should or shouldn't know something about a bill I'm paying?! Am I out of line here for being furious about this...? I have held my tongue about her on my blog because it's not blocked and she could pop right on here and read it. I chose to spare her feelings. But not this time. This is ridiculous. Taking liberties like that is just something I don't put up with. I can't pee in my own house!! Can you imagine?! I can, because I'M LIVING IT!! The last time I wrote a check and left it on the fridge for our utilities she didn't cash it for over a month and a half. Therefore, I don't leave them there anymore. *Side note: Here's irony for you, it just started raining. Should I run out there and try to wash my hair...? End of side note* It's just not fair when you're reliable and you pay your shit on time only for it to be in vain. Not one tiny little bit fair. 

On a slightly happier note I am glad to report that I drove on the freeway. Yes, that's right. You heard correct. Kim for the first time in almost seven years drove on a major interstate. Intentionally, I might add. I was not lost nor confused. I chose too. And I have twice since then. Go me. I do believe the peasants are rejoicing. (Now that I have no running water, does that make me one of the peasants...?)

Back to my grievances, I would just like to let you all know that my internet connection has failed once again. It quit while writing this very blog. It died on us AGAIN saturday night and only started working once more about an hour ago. New Internet is sucking. I is pissed. No need to fear though, oh faithful readers (all three of you) for I will be copying and pasting this rancid blog. My complaints need to be heard round the world and I am going to see that they are!!

Now... Where were we...? Ah yes, my triumph over our terrifying roadways. I am quite proud of myself for braving the frightful ways of I-4. Although, I-4 is nothing compared to the perilous I-15. That is the true deathtrap. However it was a fear I have now almost conquered completely (knock on wood). That's right, praise me...

I have started reading Brisinger. AMAZING so far. I love the whole theme of the book. The emotional toll of war on a hero is so heartbreaking and I love that Paolini is touching on it. Bravo, my friend, bravo. I love it and I'm only a third of the way into it. My excitement to get back to it is almost unbearable but I feel the need to pace myself. The sooner I complete the book, the longer I have to wait for the next one. Which makes me die a little inside, with it being the last book and all. I can't even think about it. I'll cry.

In Kim's movie news I saw an EXCELLENT film yesterday: Burn After Reading being it's title. It's not your conventional humor, which makes me very happy. It has a lot of intelligent humor. I love the kind that makes you think, and this film does a splendid job of it. Brad Pitt is freaking hilarious. His character is so not what you are used to seeing him as, and I think he pulled it off flawlessly. George Clooney, also, plays a character out of his norm and did a superb job as well. I am also giving a shout out to the rest of the fabulous cast. I loved each and everyone of them.  I highly recommend this movie to friends and family alike as long as you're alright with the fuck word. I mean the F word. Sorry. My internal censor didn't catch that one. I am absolutely delighted that this film has been brought into my life. I needed a good one.

Alright, the copying and pasting of this blog will now commence so that I may post it later (hopefully tonight).

That is all.

Namarie melloneamin.

Uh... Yeah... It won't let me copy so we're going to hope to God that this window will stay open whilst New Internet people fix this mess. If I lose this blog New Internet guy will most likely lose his head. Or something else... I'll leave that to your own twisted imaginations...