Marathon Madness

Once upon a time, the fates got together and conspired to make a special day. This day is April 20th, which this year happened to fall on a Monday. And not just any Monday... but Marathon Monday.

For those of you who do not (or have never) lived in the Greater Boston area, this is the day of the Boston Marathon. While some athletes work toward this moment their entire lives... the rest of us use this as an excuse to drink and party. The day is even called "Patriot's Day," but no one observes April 20th for that purpose.

This year, we have the distinct pleasure of not only dealing with hundreds of thousands of belligerent drunks, but also pot-heads as 4/20 is pretty much their holy day. Throw skinheads (today is Hitler's birthday) and psychos (today is also the Columbine anniversary), and you have a full cast of shenanigans just itching to happen.

I want to point out that I am lame. While festivities were raging, I was sitting around sober. I'm also in our school's computer lab doing homework now... at 6:20 in the afternoon.

Happy Marathon Monday, world.

A tool grows in Brooklyn

My roommate is phail. He's in our business school, and he's a complete and utter tool.
To add insult to injury, he is the least self-aware person I know.

I realize this every afternoon when I get back from class. He listens to über-ghetto, hardcore rap that he knows less than half the words of... and tries to sing along in his tone-deaf, milk-toast white voice.

Note: He's an extreme conversative. I.e. He's a minority-hating, baby-killing, ghetto-abhoring, poverty-indifferent toolbox who speaks in ebonics and literally calls himself "gangsta'."

Skin-check.


P.s. Rainman and I have begun speaking again. While still awkward, I think it's slowly on the road to recovery. Ever so slowly.

So cute

This is my new feel-good video of the month. It's so cute - I can't even get over it. Whenever I am down, I shall simply watch this and feel infinitely better :D



I feel like Ellen would either be an awesome human being to know... or she'd be a raging bitch. I'm almost sure it's the latter; no one can be that nice and funny all the time.

Summer prospects = 0

So I didn't get the Student Adviser position... nor did I get the Undergraduate Coordinator of Programs gig. And it sucks.

I had been banking so heavily on getting at least one of the two, especially the second. I always thought that they were looking for bubbly, personable people for those jobs. Apparently... they weren't?

Eh - I am in feels-like-worthless-crap phase at the moment, which isn't awesome at all. Thank God I don't have to apply for jobs in this market (like my Senior friends - poor guys). I don't think I could handle getting turned down by potential employers as often as I'm sure it happens. That would just... kill me.

Ugh.



Tonight, my friends are doing what they do best: consoling. And by consoling, I mean they are bringing over "refreshments" for us to consume. God damn it, I'm turning this frown upside down, albeit with a little liquid-happy.

Like taking a bullet

I am working on a revision for a paper on a book I haven't opened since early last semester (early Octoberish). Little did I know that a certain someone had slipped a note into said book for me to find later that day.
Unfortunately, I never found it... until today. I opened the book, and there it was.

I really was like taking a bullet in the stomach. I legitimately sat down onto the ground and just stared at it. It's amazing how such a cute and loving gesture can, only a few months later, cause such pain.

Fuck.

P.s. Valentine's Day was really good - Wren enjoyed the movie+dinner, and it was very cute. I kind of wish I hadn't overshadowed yesterday with today, though.

These are my confessions

Today, Wren and I are going to see Confessions of a Shopaholic. On the surface, looks like a deliciously bad movie that makes you happy because... it's so bad. We'll also probably be the only men in there other than the straight ones who get dragged there by their girlfriends.

I order you all to see it as well so that you can come back here and tell me what you thought about it. We'll make it a race.

Extra points to whoever spots Isla Fisher's camel-toe first!

Update on the Rainman thing. It's dull and depressing - don't read it!

You bitch! You fucking opened the can of worms! Well I hope you're sitting down because (as Kathy would say), we got a lot of shit to cover:

So I got a number of very good emails from him yesterday - all of which insulting to the nth degree. He was kind enough to clarify a few things for me:

• When he said I was emotionally undeveloped, he meant that I could never understand, and that I am not emotionally capable of loving someone without cheating on him (ouch).


• When he said he was angry at Wren, not me, he meant that I wasn't to blame because he expected such a thing from a whore like me.


• When he said he expected it from me, he meant that he thinks all I ever care about is getting an orgasm wherever and whenever I can.

You can't make this shit up - you want the emails? I think I'll post them later today or tomorrow. These are... priceless.

I sent him back a quick email in return. I don't know where the old Rainman went, but this is not him. The old Rainman would never say such things to anyone, let alone someone he purports to still love. He chastised me about blocking him on facebook, etc... but really, how couldn't I?

I don't want to know this new Rainman - he scares me. He's taken over. I don't like him. And I will never want this new "thing" back. When old Rainman inhabits his body again, then we'll talk.

Now we're in a Cold War similar to Wren-versus-Rainman's. I refuse to speak to him first. Given the things he said to me, I think an apology is in order first. Until then, I will not speak to him.

If my mother taught me anything, it's bitchiness. She never spoke first after we fought, and I will do the same. I will not budge on this. Not after what he said.

Rainman goes insane

Apparently, Rainman reads my blog(s). He doesn't like the content. He sends angry texts. How about a snippet, yes, in response to my blog posting:

You're a complete idiot and clearly didn't listen to anything I said to you the other night. Don't bother coming over tonight.

I get this while I'm freaking out in a midterm. Awesome. So I text him back for context, argue a little, and then call him. He proceeds to lay these little gems on me:

"You know, it's a matter of class" (which I apparently don't have), "I wasn't mad at you - I expected this of you... if you were 'emotionally developed' you would have known better," and "I don't want either of you coming over ever anyway."

So that's it. This man, who I still love, and who has always been the rational, calm, selfless center to my life... has lost his mind. He's driven over the deep end. He's gone insane.

I would expect such a reaction out of me - I'm ridiculously impetuous and irrational. But I never though that Rainman would ever show himself to be, dare I say it... selfish.

Ugh - why do the ones I actually want in my life turn out to be such divas.


I pulled him off my facebook, AIM list, contact list, etc. I don't want to bother him anymore if he's going to insult me.

Really, I'm kind of getting ready to cry into a pint of ice cream in my room for a while. The things he said... I don't know what I'm going to do.

Apparently Twitch hasn't seen this side of Rainman. Someone better warn him.