Cyclothymia

Simmer Down Little Tea Pot

I have been feeling so scattered lately. Picture a hamster with the brain of a sea cucumber having been put in the dryer for 30-45 minutes to fluff, and then let out to wander the streets of Cambridge. I constantly feel like I'm forgetting something, and half the time I am. That is not to say, however, that I'm not having fun.

This weekend a friend and I had a very special moment. It was like a drunken "I love you man!" thing, except in our version we said, "I consider you a friend man!" It's nice to encounter someone who's almost as commitment phobic as I am. We've only known each other 4 years, maybe in another 4 we'll be able to acknowledge that we consider each other GOOD friends. It's a big step though, so don't hold your breath.

Speaking of commitment phobia, my dating life has me rather giddy at the moment. I have finally found someone who seems to actually GET me. I can't really emphasize enough how incredibly depressing it is to be in a relationship with someone who doesn't, so this time around "makes me laugh" was pretty much #1 on my must-have list. Followed shortly by snappy dresser and able to park without breaking out in a cold sweat. But I digress. The relationship is way too nubile to be making predictions, so all I can say is that I am sure we'll be married next week. The fact that we met through a dating site just makes the story better.

One of the super cute things we do is pretend to have hair wars (as in who has the better hair). Don't ask me how this started, but we are very invested in the gag at this point.

Me: I will have you know my hair is spec.tac.u.LAR. If I wasn't just ever so passionate about software I could have been a hair model. Totally true. We will have to ask the waiter to make a judgment about our hair at the restaurant, loser pays.

Boy: It's going to be awkward when the waiter picks my hair over yours...  Bring your best hair game.

I was concerned that people would pick up on the fact that we were on an internet date when we met for the first time, because although I love to point and laugh and speculate, I am also a hypocrite. So, I had suggested that we study each other's pics very carefully so there was no waffling about whether we had the right person, and then when we saw each other we'd give each other a big hello hug so that no one would know. He loved that idea, but he also had a theory about animals and non-verbal dating cues (who loves Animal Planet? We do!), so he thought it would be funny to take it up a notch.

When we hug, if:

1) I am better looking than my photos, tap my back 2 times.
2) If I am equal to my photos, tap my back once
3) If I am uglier than my photos, just rub my back

I'll do the same simultaneously...

Sounds like fun, right? Well, when we met I was very pleasantly surprised, but I completely forgot about the tapping vs. rubbing thing, so while he's tapping away I was rubbing his back. Smoooooooooooooth. I totally got 2 taps though. Cha-CHING!

I'm guessing I've thoroughly convinced you that I might be entering into the dorkiest relationship ever. Soooo not true. I mean, you KNOW that at least I'm super cool, probably cool enough for the both of us.

Mmmmm, Juicy "Couture"

I got spam today from Victoria's Secret about "Select Velour Essentials!" I have to honestly say that if I were to do a venn diagram with category "velour" and category "essential" I am pretty damn sure I would find no overlap.

Itinerary Of A Pretty Damn Good Day

Sleep in a little, but not too much.
Meet a friend for an easy 6 mile run.
Hit the gym for upper body and stretching.
Meet a friend for a leisurely chat over coffee.
Back to the gym to finish stretching and revel in the newly renovated wet area.
Browse in a gourmet food shop for a while.
Home to read a good book, dork out on WOW, and watch some Monk.
Eat some HD Vanilla Swiss Almond.
In bed by 9:30.

This girl? Parties HARD.

Moto Mamma

I rode my motorcycle today for the first time in months and months. I had forgotten how intoxicating the wind, the rumble, and the whiff of gas is. Rawr.

So Tender And Caring

I don't know what's up with me lately, my mental state of late has been so unpredictable. (Yeah, you're all giggling to yourselves asking what I think is abnormal about that...pbbbbbth.) My dating life is a rollercoaster, mainly because there is someone things are developing with, but because I'm a huge chicken with intimacy problems the experience is alternately very traumatic and very exciting. And sometimes just baffling. And then of course there's someone who's very interested, but who I've ruled out and miss having as a friend. I'm tired of losing friends.

But, aaaaaaaaaanyway, I just remembered that when I thought about writing a blog post yesterday I hadn't intended to write about my knickers and their bunchy-ness at ALL. I had intended to write about the lovely, accommodating, and surprisingly fearless folks I encountered at East Coast Grill Monday night. I'm allergic to oysters, along with pistachios, dust, cats, trees, grass, shoes, and life in general. I am not, however, allergic to any other kind of mollusk other than oysters, so I'm free to indulge my love of the thai mussel appetizer from ECG. I hear they're easy to make at home, just coconut milk, lime, steamed mussels, and some spices, but although I'm exploring my omnivorous side of late with seafood, I’m most definitely not at the stage where I’m ready to actively kill an animal, no matter how cortextually-challenged it might be.

My dinner partner ordered oysters as an appetizer, and when they brought it out and set it in front of me instead of her she mentioned that I was allergic. Apparently this activated the ECG "Keep Patron Alive" alarm, because they immediately followed up with a visit from the chef who told me that mussels are also mollusks. Yes, I know. Yes, I know it's weird to have such a specific allergy to oysters. Yes, I am grateful that allows me to eat delicious things that you also like, such as your mussels.

Did the concern end with the educational segment though? No sir, it did not. When the waiter delivered our entrees there was a little yellow card with it. I saw on top the header "I'm allergic to oysters!" and immediately looked for the dotted line on which they expected me to sign my life away before allowing me to continue. Was there any such thing? Nope, it just said "Please wash all utensils before using them with my dish. Please clean the grill before preparing my food. Please wipe dishes before serving my food. Please wipe my ass before I leave the washroom." And so on. It was basically a list of preparation demands that they'd made on my behalf. I thought that was pretty cool.

Fuck You Joneses

I swear to jeebus, if one more person I know gets a WII I will scream. It's making me feel really shitty for some reason. My apartment is too small to even play in and I'm a ghetto child. Literally almost everyone I know now owns one, in their reasonably sized, non-cat-filled apartments. And they won't shut up about it. It's not even that I must have one, it's just the comparison.

I'm just out of sorts today.

Totally Trippy, Man.

So it's 2008 huh? I'm not quite sure what to make of that because my brain keeps telling me 2000 was yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, dammit. This has been a rollercoaster of a year with exciting things, disappointing things, good friends, bad friends, stressful things, fun things, red fish, blue fish. Although I'm orders of magnitude more happy than I was at the beginning of 2007, it's still all been rather befuddling, so I'm pleased to be moving on. Even if my brain thinks I'm moving on to 2001.

My plans for the coming year involve some interesting prospects, such as tricking some poor med school into letting me pretend I'm a doctor, traveling to warm places where I can be half naked while stalking fish and coral, running farther than I'd strictly like, and quite possibly growing up just a tad, although I wouldn't hold my breath on that one.

On that note, here's Jesus welcoming us all to a very fulfilling new year, and reminding us that God is indeed everywhere: