waiting

at the studio. i don't really have anything to do at the moment. i'm waiting for a double lesson to finish, so i can come out from hiding. yes, i'm hiding in the back room. you wanna make something of it? i didn't think so.

i feel like i'm waiting for something else to happen. i have some ideas. but specifically i can't put my finger on it. it's there. in the wings. hopefully with flowers. i like roses, if you were wondering.

born to be reservoir dolls

these ladies are going to tear up the flat track one day. mouse has promised to teach the monkey (a.k.a. lil' doll in derby circles) everything she knows. one day, it will be my girl who is the best jammer! and the newest member of the team is b'dinkadink. watch out, they'll steal your heart... and your wallet!

sk8 cr1m3!!!

balloons!

i love balloons. i mean really, who doesn't? these are left over from a little "in house" sale. i get to keep them now. yay!

signs you're getting older?

when picasso and i fall asleep on his couch. we were supposed to be watching family guy. seriously i had a beer, he had maybe 3 (he's a full foot taller than me and has at least 60 pounds on me). can we blame the show we were watching? neither of us "got" many of the jokes that were on those particular episodes... i'm choosing to place blame on our choice of programming. not beer consumption. not age. and certainly not the fact that it was after 1am when we woke up from our "nap."

another country seldom heard from

rollup strikes again. pops in chat. that boy is never online, he decides now to say h'lo?

weird but good combo #2

garlic bread and honey.

i blow myself away sometimes.

so there i was

sitting on my bed, minding my own business, crying because i'm a sucker for a good love story. cali is curled up on my hello kitty pillow, snoring. marti just finished cleaning one of his feet, settles into a comfortable position, lets out a big sigh. five seconds later, he farts. strangely enough, no smell. thank the gods! then, at ten to two, i decide the story is too long for me to finish (sitting #2!) then, so i put away my lappy 486 and turn off the light. that obviously means it's time to wake up, do laps around the bed, attempt to get into the closets, jump on my bladder, talk, play, TAG YOU'RE IT! i finally fell asleep at 2:30.

socrates called too, during all that. i'm pretty sure i won't see him this weekend. sucky. but he's coming down here next weekend. salsa bitches! well, that's what he said, anyway. but... suckier still, he's going to be in dayton, ohio the weekend of the june showcase. crap. there has to be a way to cram tons of socrates time into small spans of time. i'll figure it out. but don't expect me to show my work.

def con 3

i don't know why i get as nervous as i do, when socrates says he's going to call but doesn't. i mean, he's a grown man, he's more than capable of taking care of himself. i just know that i'm more than my standard level of worried when he doesn't call.

shh, i'm reading

i'm reading the book socrates suggested. i have to wait until the monkey is in bed, because i can't seem to concentrate enough on it while there's background noise. i tried reading it at dance last night. i knew i was reading the words, but they meant nothing to me. self help books are so "bleh" that way. it's good, don't get me wrong. but i have a stack of fun stuff to read. new fun stuff. do know what a draw that is to me? i leave telly unwatched to read new fun books!

socrates called last night, because he said he would. he'd almost forgotten and went off to play poker, but then remembered and called. thanks sweetie, i think. he was all excited when i referenced the book he wanted me to read. how adorable is that?

why do i have to be such a girl that when socrates does something sweet and thoughtful, that even though i know it's sweet and thoughtful and can acknowledge it as that, that i STILL look deeper. WHY? it bothers me. a lot. i'd like that to stop now, please. i find it irritating in me.

opposites

i work 1st. he works 2nd. i'm struggling to stay awake by the time he leaves work and can call me. he then feels bad for calling and waking me up. when are we supposed to talk about this?

open mouth...

insert foot.

i'm pretty sure i wouldn't feel like this if i didn't meet guys who were actually interested in me.

fishes

coz it rhymes with wishes...

i wish k-lese was coming to help me clean my house this weekend. I'M DOING IT THIS WEEKEND. and i wish i had thought to ask her (months!) earlier to come help. i have to get it done before socrates starts to wonder why i never invite him to my house. the house will be empty (well, except for two cats and a really annoying dog) so that's my plan.

now i've made it extremely official too. i've told you.

there.

*this is basically the exact email i sent k-lese. it was so cute, i had to post it.

NEW LABEL!!!

*duh moment*

yep. i have them. a lot. no really, i mean A LOT.

i just realized why no one had any comments for me on my pointless babblings. they couldn't leave them.

DUH!

it's fixed now. :)

yay

i love the warm fuzzies i get from socrates.

seriously

socrates, when i told you it was okay to call me anytime, i meant it. YOU can call ME, ANYTIME. don't feel bad when you call and i'm already asleep and it wakes me up. ahem, we live 2 hours apart. we work different shifts. if we want to talk, sometimes sacrifices must be made. waking up to talk to you, is a sacrifice i'm more than willing to make. i am. really. honestly. SERIOUSLY.