August 01, 2007

the hard part

So, its definitely starting to sink in that I dont have a life.
I think the worst part is that I have become incredibly boring.
I always felt that the one consolation, if I ever became really boring, is that I probably wouldnt know I was boring.

But, I definitely know it.

I realize that the fact that this morning I did the following:
Watched Arrested Development. Ate raspberry slice for breakfast. took off PJs, put on clothes, put on deodorant, brushed teeth, walked to mailbox...oh and the worst part is-that was from 8am till 11:30am....hours of boring behavior.

that's not even remotely interesting. I also realized that I had really reached the end of the line when I described to Brett the four articles I'd read in Vanity Fair as the most interesting thing that happened to me yesterday...



Yes, being stuck in this apartment for another week is definitely not good for my mental health. I've cried twice today. And I think the worst thing is that Brett mentioned maybe I should talk to...a girl. I feel bad for him. I can't be the most enjoyable person to be around at the moment. But, unfortunately, I dont KNOW any girls. And for some reason it seems like cheating to call up someone who's not here. I moved, didn't I? I CHOSE to not have my girlfriends around...

Incidently, I found some card stock at Albertsons ( I hate this store with a loathing passion now, because its the only place I can really walk to. every single freakin day.) so I was able to print up my resume. Maybe if I get a job I'll have something more interesting to talk about. Maybe if I get a job I'll feel like a productive member of society. Right now I feel so incredibly lame.
I think the thing I'm most tired of is me.

Even I am tired of the complaining that seems to be on a constant cycle inside my head...

Oh, hey, here's something interesting ( of course, it happened while I was on my honeymoon and during a time in my life when I was still a tiny bit of a nonbore..but whatever, I havent told the blog yet so we'll count it).

So, Brett and I were being delayed in the Bahamas airport, trying to get back to the United States and I was starting to feel odd ( which would turn into one of the most awful stomach viruses ever known to mankind) but I was ignoring it because there was nothing else to do but sit and watch Brett eat what looked like a disgusting piece of chicken in the airlounge...and as we sat I saw two incredibly skinny models sitting at a table next to us and it seemed that almost as soon as they registered on my "people I loathe" radar they hopped up and proclaimed that their flight was finally leaving. Now, it sounded like they were on our flight so I excused myself from the table to go look and see if there were any updates on our flight.
I made it to the ticket counter ( was reeeeally starting to not feel well at this point) and since there was no change in the flight information that was flashing above the counter I turned around to walk back to where Brett was...I turned around to run almost smack dab into some dude wearing a baseball cap at an odd angle who was being accosted by some women who was saying "are you an actor!?!"
And oh, yes it was...I had just so happened to have seen the movie Step Up, where Tatum Channing played the male lead much to my chagrin, and there he was in the flesh...

However, I didnt much care. Since I wasnt feeling particularly good. And besides, that movie was awful.

...

About two minutes later when Brett and I were having to run for our lives to get to our plane ( since, yes, it WAS our plane boarding, and they just hadnt changed the board) I pushed between Tatum and his female admirer without even an "excuse me"...I think that may make Tatum and I even for me spending $7.50 on his lame movie.

8 comments:

christa said...

Im sorry. Give me a call sometime. I would LOVE to hear from you.

Louise said...

Pre made furniture is possibly one of the most evil things on this earth. It comes so nicely packaged with instruction sheets that are so short you are fooled into thinking it must be simple but hours later you realise that you have been tricked and it is possibly one of the most confusing things that you have ever had to do. I spent 3 1/2 hours putting together a TV thing for Dad. And I would love to hear from you too :)

Em said...

i left arrested development season 3 at your parents house!!!!

Carina said...

I'm a girl! Talk to me! Email me!

Anonymous said...

Talk to Maggie..of course, it cannot be on the phone, but she is in exactly the same predicament as you are. New town, new marriage, no job, no friends and husband out of town. Boo!! Booooooriiiiingg! Aunt Donnave

Lyds said...

I think it's 'cause of my genes, but I actually enjoy the challenge of putting together pre-packaged furniture. Just ask Em about her taking a nap when i moved into her flat, and when she woke up I had my desk and bed already put together despite having had wrist surgery not long before. Yes, yes I'm twisted...

Trinity Scott said...

Call Stef. I'm sure she'd invite you to some sort of church thing or other!

Trinity said...

OR read that wonderful book I gave you about managing your money! You know, the one that looks so boring on the outside that it took me six years to pick it up . . .