Room to Breathe

I’ve been informed that I have neglected my blog. As my friend said earlier today, “I added you to my RSS feed, and you have nothing new to say!” This is the same friend that is also *clears throat* apparently developing me a new site (’cause I am too lazy to do it myself! lol).

So the issue isn’t that nothing in my life is going on, the issue is that with my new contacts that I got last week make my eye tired at night.

I find it hard to stare at my monitor at the end of the day and reflect/bitch. So that’s it. April will be a new start. I promise to take this more seriously .

It’s Tuesday night - a week night - and I find myself with a little bit too much to drink! Oops! A little Smirnoff Vanilla Twist and 7up….who would’ve known it would be such an awesome mix!

Volleyball tonight was great! I was a hitting machine! My sets were a little off, but I was over-hand serving and made 4 in a row before we lost the serve! Why can’t I be happy with my play all the time? Some nights I just can’t get anything right.

My friend, who I have been playing with for the last 2 years and who organizes our team, informed me tonight that he won’t be putting in a team for the beach league this summer. Shit! Now I need to either get a team together, or find another one!

I really need to get my car back on the road, otherwise I won’t be playing at all! 6-o-clock games are just to hard to take a bus down to the beach for. And it’s a � hour drive so no one wants to pick me up every week.

Hmm…..maybe I should consider a soccer team this year. Who knows, maybe I could do both. Better get a move on it, beach league starts in May!

“Don’t argue with an idiot, they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.” - unknown

Volleyball tonight was great! I was a hitting machine! My sets were a little off, but I was over-hand serving and made 4 in a row before we lost the serve! Why can’t I be happy with my play all the time? Some nights I just can’t get anything right.

My friend, who I have been playing with for the last 2 years and who organizes our team, informed me tonight that he won’t be putting in a team for the beach league this summer. Shit! Now I need to either get a team together, or find another one!

I really need to get my car back on the road, otherwise I won’t be playing at all! 6-o-clock games are just to hard to take a bus down to the beach for. And it’s a 1/2 hour drive so no one wants to pick me up every week.

Hmm…..maybe I should consider a soccer team this year. Who knows, maybe I could do both. Better get a move on it, beach league starts in May!

“Don’t argue with an idiot, they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.” - unknown

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Last night my b-friend took me out for Chinese dinner (short week!). After our meal, along came the inevitable fortune cookies. I was sure that mine would be blank. Nope! I got 2 fortunes! lol I didn’t even care what they said.

Work wasn’t hell today, I finally went to the optometrist and got some new contacts (the bride won’t let me wear glasses in her wedding). I’ll go back on Saturday and confirm my new glasses. ‘Bout time I got new glasses. It’s been 3 years since my last eye exam, and my style was starting to date. Did you know that you can get 30 days contacts that you wear day and night? Awesome! And no more broken glasses due to volleyball spikes in my face!

After a horrible weekend (one that I spent most of in bed with depression), I thought that there was no way Monday could be bad. Wrong. One of our servers at work was compromised, and I spent the day on the phone playing damage control.

This is my first Monday off volleyball due to March break. Time to catch up on housework neglected more than usual from the weekend. Laundry, dishes, garbage. Can this day get better? Apparently not.

My apparent boyfriend just told me to leave him alone this week. Fuck him. My response, “your wish is granted.”

He gives me excuse after excuse for reasons not to get close. I don’t get it. He rarely comes over anymore, and when he does, there is always an escape. I understand that he is tired from work, blah, blah blah, but it seems that it’s only when I would like him to. It seems that everything is on his terms. Whenever he wants to do something he does. And if there is something that he is not happy about, everyone knows it. Well guess what honey, you can’t always have your way. But you do this time. See ya.

I have never been so insulted in my life, or been made to feel more like shit than I did tonight. Ever.

We went to order our brides-maids dresses tonight. The bride has decided she likes the Alfred Angelo separates. This skirt, this bodice for me, and this bodice for the other 2 brides-maids (same skirt).

Wait. I forgot to say that I got my fucking period 5 minutes literally before the bride picked me up tonight. Therefore, I was bloated, more than most times, and was feeling like shit before we started.

So the girl took me into the room to take my measurements. She measured the fullest part of my breasts, which have never been small. I loose weight, my breasts stay the same. Some woman may think I am lucky, but I think that it’s a burden. Then she does my true waist. Not my hips where my jeans sit and people say is their waist. Then she moved down to do my hips. She looks up to me and says, “you are planning on exercising before the wedding, aren’t you?”

Pardon me? What the fuck kind of comment is that?!??!?!? Um. I do exercise. Probably more than the average person. I play volleyball 3 times (4 if there is a weekend tournament), I walk to and from work everyday, I roller blade and mountain bike in the summer, I play beach volleyball during the summer, and I am thinking about joining soccer this summer as well. FUCK YOU! I also used to do karate and could kick your skinny ass!

I was so upset. The bride’s mother-in-law to be (who is the coolest mom ever!) said that we shouldn’t buy our dresses there. We should call up the owner, who is aware of what was said and say, “look. Your girl insulted my maid-of honour and she was really upset. What can you do for us, because you aren’t the only bridal store that carries that line.”

Doesn’t matter. I still don’t think I want to go back. We placed the order, but we need to wait until the middle of April and the 3rd brides-maid gets measured. So the order hasn’t been sent, and we haven’t paid any money.

The excuse one of the other girls at the bridal shop gave was, “well her English isn’t very good.” Um. sounded perfectly English to me! After she asked me if I was planning on exercising, she said, “we have to ask that, because we have to take that into consideration.” Whatever.

I came home and cried. I feel now like the fattest ugliest girl in the world.

You know who you are, and I just want to say, “I am sorry for your loss.” Hang in there.