Today I learned that I should never trust a man who doesn't freely admit to being a jerk. (Thanks for the tip, GH). I think that makes an excellent corollary to last night's lesson: zero tolerance for assholes.
Asshat, is there a difference between an asshole and a jerk? If yes, how do I spot them?
Okay, that's really all I got for tonight. I ran into one of the other grad students at the gym and we spent two hours not working out very hard. Until we got to the pirates component of Body Flow. I don't care if I hurt my back tonight. I'm going to the ball class tomorrow. That instructor was cute. I will probably fall flat on my ass again when I try to do side plank on the ball on my left side. But that's adorable right? Right.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Zero tolerance for assholes
That's the personal message on one of my friend's MSN today. I may have to adopt it for my new slogan. Hopefully it will remind me to not get too emotionally attached to guys before they have proven themselves to not be assholes. I'm not sure that's even possible though. Baby agreed with me today that all men are jerks. I was telling her that's basically the lesson I learned from the HJNTIY movie. That all men are jerks and even the ones that you want to believe are not jerks are also jerks. I think I wrote that in an earlier post.
Anyway, I booked my flight to NYC so I won't be an NYC virgin for much longer! I also folded the mountain of laundry in my hamper and washed the mats in my bathroom (more like giant fluffy floor towels). I'm going to try and get to the gym after work tomorrow. Normally I take Mondays off because they're painful but I skipped pirates and yoga this weekend because of Aunt Flow taking up so much of my energy. So I'm going to hit up a Body Jam class.
Anyway, I booked my flight to NYC so I won't be an NYC virgin for much longer! I also folded the mountain of laundry in my hamper and washed the mats in my bathroom (more like giant fluffy floor towels). I'm going to try and get to the gym after work tomorrow. Normally I take Mondays off because they're painful but I skipped pirates and yoga this weekend because of Aunt Flow taking up so much of my energy. So I'm going to hit up a Body Jam class.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Not so bright
I am in some serious pain tonight. It's my own fault. I was bad this week and now I'm paying the price. The guys might want to stop reading now.
Cramps. Suck. In my next life, I'm definitely going to be a man. Last month, it was not so bad. That's because I was good. Usually, the week before my period, I cut out caffeine and chocolate and work out more. Generally it works. I can manage the pain with prescription meds and I'm on the pill so it always happens on a weekend. That way I never miss work. Sunday nights are usually pretty bad. But last month, I was good. A lot less pain was my reward. However, this month, I had a short memory and thought "ahhh, well last month was good so I can afford to be a little bit bad". No. BAD IDEA.
I was basically doing lamaze for the last hour of the movie (Duplicity - definitely a rental) and for the drive home. I think I hit every single red light between Baby's house and mine. I was yelling at the traffic lights, "change, damn you!" My yelling quietly, in my head, because I was nauseated and felt like passing out.
So I'm going to bed now. I have decided that my bed is my favourite place in the whole world.
Cramps. Suck. In my next life, I'm definitely going to be a man. Last month, it was not so bad. That's because I was good. Usually, the week before my period, I cut out caffeine and chocolate and work out more. Generally it works. I can manage the pain with prescription meds and I'm on the pill so it always happens on a weekend. That way I never miss work. Sunday nights are usually pretty bad. But last month, I was good. A lot less pain was my reward. However, this month, I had a short memory and thought "ahhh, well last month was good so I can afford to be a little bit bad". No. BAD IDEA.
I was basically doing lamaze for the last hour of the movie (Duplicity - definitely a rental) and for the drive home. I think I hit every single red light between Baby's house and mine. I was yelling at the traffic lights, "change, damn you!" My yelling quietly, in my head, because I was nauseated and felt like passing out.
So I'm going to bed now. I have decided that my bed is my favourite place in the whole world.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday night homebody
I can't do anything. Actually, I don't think I can feel anything either. I'm raining so I know I'm happy about that but everything seems numb.
I thought briefly about being sociable this evening but I ended up working late instead. I was playing with five different colours of post-it flags. Five! Normally I have red, orange, yellow and green. But today I had blue! Oooh! It was hard to tear myself away but by 7.30, the office was starting to feel creepy and I could hear my tummy over the distant sound of the cleaning staff and the voices in my head.
I came home and had pizza and brownies and sat my ass on the couch. I almost fell asleep with Pooh bear but I couldn't get my brain to shut down. It was whimpering but wouldn't die. Then, around midnight, I was so disgusted by the state of my apartment that I started cleaning. I did the kitchen and the bathroom but the laundry mountain will have to wait because I'm exhausted. Oh, I also waxed for pirates class tomorrow. But I ran out of wax so I'll have to buy some more tomorrow before banana pancakes at Fresh.
Shopping list:
1. Wax
2. Toilet bowl scrubby thingys
3. Conditioning mousse
Also, I found this website. I can't decide if it's funny or awful. Be careful, it's addictive.
www.fmylife.com
I thought briefly about being sociable this evening but I ended up working late instead. I was playing with five different colours of post-it flags. Five! Normally I have red, orange, yellow and green. But today I had blue! Oooh! It was hard to tear myself away but by 7.30, the office was starting to feel creepy and I could hear my tummy over the distant sound of the cleaning staff and the voices in my head.
I came home and had pizza and brownies and sat my ass on the couch. I almost fell asleep with Pooh bear but I couldn't get my brain to shut down. It was whimpering but wouldn't die. Then, around midnight, I was so disgusted by the state of my apartment that I started cleaning. I did the kitchen and the bathroom but the laundry mountain will have to wait because I'm exhausted. Oh, I also waxed for pirates class tomorrow. But I ran out of wax so I'll have to buy some more tomorrow before banana pancakes at Fresh.
Shopping list:
1. Wax
2. Toilet bowl scrubby thingys
3. Conditioning mousse
Also, I found this website. I can't decide if it's funny or awful. Be careful, it's addictive.
www.fmylife.com
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Bump in the road
As much as I want to, I can't pretend to be happy right now. I heard from C le V today. The details are irrelevant. Basically I extended an olive branch in the form of an April Fool's joke and he made it very clear that he is angry with me. I don't know what I did but I'm done trying. No more dating, no more hoping, not more trusting. I thought I was doing better but today everything that I thought I achieved in the last two weeks has come undone.
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