In a conversation with the Dentist i state: "Single looks good on me I guess... So does a dress. Hmmm."

sunday ends

In Quick like fashion:

I'm oh so happy....

Why...well theres the visit and revisit of old friends:
What I might have failed to mention in some of these stories is I haven't seen The Prophet and Crew for like 3 years...
these were the boys who knew me as "one of the guys"--a rep I'm still trying to live down, or rather, one that I destoyed thursday as I walked into Distillary.
I must say I had no idea dressing like a girl could make my liqour tab become obsolete. It was like, what do you want to drink, from every one of them, it was the best.
Best yet, is me having to find a dress to compliment the new 14kt gold necklace The Prophet  left me as an upgrade to his dog tags.
hmmmm....
yeah my girls flipped when they saw that one...
"It is illegal for you to get that much ass" says my co-worker when she see's it.
--fellow kindergarten teacher might I add....

but no "ass" given in return, awww, much I'm sure to his sadness....
as I might say to another boys sadness this weekend...

Here's a story, so I haven't seen some of these boys for like 3 years right, well--me showing up looking cute seemed to take its effect, aside from gold "bling" (as the girls put it) I now have a new number in the cell, that yeah well, hmmm, don't know what to do about that.
Anyways, as I keep telling myself everytime my phone rings:  we've been down the friend wanting more road, is it worth it?

But, let me admit the obvious:

I love the fact that The Prophet thinks I'm "more" than a hoodie.
I love the fact that Boy 3yrs ago, "has always wanted me" and is now blowing up my phone
I love the fact that NYC boy still calls me "sweety,"
I love that J makes the time to call me, and even when I don't have the time to return, he'll love me anyway,
I love that My Marine is saving up just to meet me in Chicago, cuz I'll be there,
I love that I have a purple frat cave to hide in when all of the above gets to silly, I'm drunk, or the two have become horridly intertwined and I need escape,  and
I love that even though I have the busiest life in the world sometimes, I make time....
like tonight:
Time to IM, time to take calls, time to eat my left over PF Changs,  sip the last of my red wine,  laugh at the ridiculous amount of TM's left on my phone, blog some, chat some, and wish a silent wish for five more seconds of it for myself and others, but ultimately just being happy.

So lets not think on this but heres what ran through my mind...because J wants  "the whole story,"

(Reminder/ Disclaimer: IF YOU'RE reading  no getting mad--that's the rule--everything in here is just random disclosures of the randomness that is me and my so called life, its funny, it's weird, but most of all it's personal, so again if you know who I'm talking about, well you obviously someone I trust a hell of a lot in, so don't jack that up by being dumb. K-K)
Whole Story:
The Prophet, hopefully will not get mad, but yes, this Boy from 3 years ago is calling.
So here's a question: I don't pursue (or let him pursue) this right because
1. It breaks boy code: 3YRBOY is friends with the Prophet who like loves me enough to buy me gold, and hell I don't hook up with him (yes #3, the question is WHY NOT, but Um, ewe, he's like a brother)....
2. It breaks girl code: I used to be friends with his Girlfreind (Bad juju)
3. Not trying to "Catch Feelings" --It's been my mantra, therefore i should stick to it.
4. Not "Catching Feelings" has been working for me, and if I were to catch feelings I know, you know, i don't like the one boy one night, one boy another night, game. So I stick to the someone that makes me happy, right?

Or--even better, follow my chick book advice, and be happy with my wonderful dynamic sexy self, and he who is "INTO ME" will be the one to make the advances and will make it clear that "he really is into me."

hmmmm. alright J- you're filled in. I think.
From the land of entrapment to the lonelist state, there might be gaps, but that's the gist. drop a comment if you have a question.

Sunday Blip,

Thursday: Drank
Friday: Hang Over, followed by more drinking and stories of the "Alpha Female"
Saturday: Recovered, chilled, Lambda evening
Sunday:
Checked email: gonna cry: I missed the SETH HORAN CONCERT!!!!
I have waited threee damn months for this thing, and what do I do, not check my email one day, and boom it happens

GRRRRRRR

oh well, I'll get over it.

Other Sunday plans:
Wash Clothes
Return Clothes*
Eat
Do Lambda Paperwork, meeting at 6,
hmmmm. What else?
cry some more over Seth?--nah
um. dunno, homework I guess....boo my responsible-ness.
As always I will be making time for those you know that are important to me...so--> Use my phone, it's on, charged, and actually with me!

PS.
*How do I accumulate clothing that does not belong to me?
In this manner: just finished the convo:

dentist: just doing errands today
Lil zuby: me too. laundry
dentist: same
Lil zuby: so much laundry!!!
Lil zuby: question, are girls the only one who aquire other people laundry?
Lil zuby: is it like a gender thing?
dentist: no
Lil zuby: leave my sweat shirt or something around and it will be washed and returned?
Lil zuby: lol
dentist: sometimes
Lil zuby: i swer I have so many peoples crap
dentist: then give it back
Lil zuby: then again, i do "aquire" some
Lil zuby: sometime I don't even know who's crap it is
Lil zuby: lol
dentist: goodwill then
Lil zuby: i don't know who to give it too
Lil zuby: yup
Lil zuby: i'm gonna put up a sign:
Lil zuby: "All clothes left after one week will be donated"
dentist: sounds reasonable

Ah! I realized the whole reason I called my mother this afternoon was to wish her a Happy Birthday, but me being me, I forgot  to remember. So...
Happy Birthday Mama.
I'll love you forever,
 I'll like you for always,
as long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.

No lie. I should be at Spring Storm. I'm up, and awake, and obviously playing on my phone. Point being- I just got home...
As other woke up around me to do good, I layed in bed and restated that I had asked for this weekend off . I am to accomadate my visitor; who--after 3 years, remains steadfast in making it his priority and was determined to see me drunk.
Oh! what can I say.
I grew up a little? developed a little class.

Anyways, after a random night of seeing "My Boys" approach and get approached by random drunken girls, I fled the scene to my 'cartoon channel, playboy channel, teddy bears and teddy's, weird but oh so safe frat cave.'

Perhaps, I would have liked to have been a half block down; but, without a vehicle of my own due to poor planning that didn't account for random drunk girls all getting invited over to the Birthday Boy's house*, I went where I knew a ride could be
procurred, a change of clothes offered, and despite the "you should know better than to trust boys" looks-I would be allowed to crash on the floor, till daylight and Spring Storm would call for me to go home.
Knowing despite the fighting, that "that" is still there--I gotta admit it's pretty nice and almost made up for the drunken-ness.
I'm finding I have very little tolerance for drunken girls.
But now Spring Storm has begun, I am returned home to where I shall sleep another 2 hours before my farewell lunch to a The PROPHET. Like JC himself, might return: Here- now gone.
Not unlike my ability to stay awake :)

i must admit i have some mixed emotions tonight. another conversation with C another night without sleep. no ones fault but my
own. i wish i was coming home now to the fatigue i felt after being somewhere or with Someone you cared about. instead it
seems like i talked to long and wasted valuable time, sleep, and energy in the process. It shouldn't be this hard to maintain
a friendship... i'd like to blame the new girl, but i think that would be giving him to much credit. i'd like to say, it was
anything more than boredom-but, It's not. It's merely withdrawls from holding on tightly and now realizing its time to let go.
like most of the boys in my life, he apologized, made nice, and said i won't hurt you again...Except this time i'm tired. too
tired to deny whats blatantly obvious-- i'm fine alone, have been for some time, and will be till someone wants to change that
But as the book says, "Since when is good enough what were going for?"
Early morning fatigue in T-3 hours. :-)

ah!!!!!!!!okay, i'm in Sociology--My Gender Course, and I think I just got scarrred out of my mind---Birth control as cancer causing--
I take my pill every day!!!!!!!!!!