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Saturday
November 25, 2006
12:21am

|| mood||  :  pissed off
|| music||  :  "Best I Ever Had" - Gary Allan
I absolutely HATE IT when people are unreliable. It is my all time biggest annoyance. It can come in many forms. Usually, it is lateness. I can tolerate people being late on occasion by ten or fifteen minutes. It turns into a problem when someone is more than half an hour late and does not call, which can completely ruin your plans, or when someone is always late by ten or fifteen minutes, which makes me wonder if I have to tell them to meet me at 4:45 if we want to leave at 5:00.

Another form of unreliability is simply not coming through for someone. This is when someone is depending on you for something and you simply left them hanging. Perhaps I called you up and asked you if I could borrow your notes from whatever class; you say yes, but you forget to bring them with you the next time we see each other. This leaves me noteless come test time, thus completely fucking me over. Another example is if I am waiting for you to come over so we can go do something, but you never show up. I especially love this when you never even call, leaving me sitting around my house for hours, wondering where the fuck you are and if you are even going to have the decency to call me and tell me what happened. And then I wonder what sort of things I might have done with my time if you had called three hours ago and told me that you couldn't make it. And then I wonder what colors you will turn when I throttle you.

This last one happened to me tonight. And thankfully for my sanity and my relationship, it was not Louis.

I am going back to Pullman tomorrow with my friend Julian at 1pm. This was a last-minute arrangement, and I had been expecting to leave on Sunday instead of Saturday. So I called up Dorothy and told her I was leaving tomorrow, so she came over right away, even though she could only stay for half an hour. Max love for Dorothy. I called up Joel, but he didn't answer. I left a message telling him the situation and urged him to call me back ASAP so that we could hang out before I left.

While I was waiting for him to call me back, two hours later, Louis told me that he was going to go hang out with our friends, Mallory and Derek, and that I was invited to come along. I figured Joel was not going to call back, so I said, "Sure, I'd love to come." Originally, the plans were that we would go over there at 8:30.

At 8:10, Louis calls me and tells me that Mallory had a slight change of plans, she had to go visit her aunt or something, but we would still get to hang out. She was going to call Louis when she got done with her aunt, and after that we would hang out as planned.

At 8:25, Joel calls me back and asks if I want to go to a movie at 10:00. As much as I would like to go with him, I am a reliable, loyal person, so I tell him that I already made plans with someone else. We decide we'll see each other over Chrictams break.

10:30 rolls around. Mallory has not called Louis. I'm a little frustrated at this point, but I decide that the night is still young. I tell Louis that I'm sleepy because I got to bed sort of late last night, so I'm going to take a nap; please call me when you find something out from Mallory.

I wake up at ten past midnight in the living room. All the lights are off and my mom has gone to bed. I pick up the phone and call Louis. He tells me he was just about to call me and tell me that Mallory still has not contacted him. By now, we ought to give up on the idea of doing anything tonight.

Now I am royally pissed. If I had known that Mallory was not going to come through, I would have said yes to Joel and gone to see a movie with him. We may have had a little visit from the awkward fairy over the summer (rewind: in short, he got me drunk and made out with me), but he was still my best friend for the better part of three years, and I'm really upset that I didn't get to see him this week. All week, I haven't gotten to see anyone except for Dorothy. I didn't even go visit that creepy Michael guy from UW (the one that hits on me in front of my boyfriend). I've been camped out on the couch with my laptop all week. Hell. I could have done that at school. And now tonight, my last chance to see anyone in Renton has been completely fucked up because Mallory didn't think it was important to call and let us know that she was going to be able to make it.

Is it just me, or is it really that difficult to take forty-five seconds of your time to call up the person you've made a commitment to and tell them that you have to break it? Yes I'm going to be upset that we can't hang out, but at least now I can make other plans with someone else and not waste my life waiting around for you.

Please, someone tell me if it's just me and it's actually a really big imposition to call someone if you can't make it.

Thursday
July 27, 2006
2:52am

|| mood||  :  jetlagged.
|| music||  :  "Photograph" - Nickelback
Details can be found in the neatly arranged set of cuts below.



Sunday, 16 July @ 11:00am )

Monday, 17 July @ 12:01am )

Monday, 17 July @ 11:43pm )

Tuesday, 18 July @ 4:55pm )

Wednesday, 19 July @ 8:37am )

Thursday, 20 July @ 6:15pm )

Friday, 21 July @ 1:00am )

Friday, 21 July @ around 11:00am )

Friday, 21 July @ I have no idea pm )

Saturday, 22 July @ 1:30am )

Saturday, 22 July @ 5ish pm )

Saturday, 22 July @ 8:15pm )

Sunday, 23 July @ 10:41pm )

Monday, 24 July @ I don't know what time because this damn hotel room doesn't have a clock in it )

Tuesday, 25 July @ 1:15am )

Wednesday, 26 July @ 5:30pm )

Wednesday
July 12, 2006
5:06pm

|| mood||  :  hungry
|| music||  :  rerun of Project Runway on TV
OMGWTF?! LMAO.

Tuesday
July 11, 2006
11:05pm

|| mood||  :  sleepy
|| music||  :  "Photograph" - Nickelback
Check out the new default icon! *points to current icon*

Elizabeth/Jack = hottest POTC pairing ever.

Saturday
July 1, 2006
11:06pm

So the last few days, I've been spending half an hour in the sun each morning, with no sunscreen, slowly building up a tan. Just 15 minutes at a time on each side, shouldn't have been a problem. But I forgot that I get heat rashes. My chest, back and shoulders are red and blotchy and they itch like hell. I am so fucking miserable. The aloe and the itch creams only last for about fifteen minutes before the itching comes back. It's nearly impossible to get to sleep at night. And now I'm all drugged up on Benadryl.

At least tomorrow I have something planned. I'm struggling to keep myself busy this summer. I was so used to having Louis and not needing to plan things in advance; I was used to being able to call him and do things spontaneously. "Want to go see a movie?" "Okay, I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes." Now it's like, "Hey, are you working tomorrow? Oh. What about the next day? What about this weekend? Just in the morning? Okay let's go do something at precisely 6:30." I'm just not used to it, it seems so formal for doing something so casual.

Speaking of Louis... I believe I've moved on in the grieving process from "sadness" to "anger." It irritates me to no end when I hear about him having fun without me. I feel like, wow, he's having such a good time with me not there, I guess I just wasn't a big part of his happiness to begin with. And then I think about all the things he said to me, and how he broke up with me a week before we graduated, and how he ruined my summer, and how a year and a half of my life is just gone now, and I want nothing more than to sock him really hard in the stomach, and possibly kick him in his manly parts. I want him to be miserable. Call me psycho if you must. I want him to be even more unhappy than I am, I want him to never forget that this is all his fault, I want it to be on his mind night and day how he just gave up on us. I hope he never heals from it.

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