ok! Soooo behind on blogging. Soooo busy this week. Hell, I haven't even blogged about Chicago, and I never mentioned Margarita Friday (formerly Margarita Thursday?) with the Monster and the Bewitched movie. Less good than I expected, but still good. The movie I mean. The margaritas were way over-priced. Stupid Pracna, stupid only having cheap beer late and expensive everything else always.
Monday was with the sith.
Tuesday I borked that pill. I woke up late and rushed to the Hospital. This is Fairview Southdale. Before I even get to the desk I am GREETED by a friendly man who gives me one of those like Olive Garden buzzers and has me take a seat. Woah! When did THAT happen at hospitals?! I don't even have to wait in line to check in? Oh, and they called me days before to fill in all my stupid details like birfdate and whatnot. No forms for me to fill out later. So slick. After a short wait, I was brought back to the door marked "NUCLEAR MEDICINE... DUM DUM DUMMMMMMMMM." It made that sound when you read it. Really. The tech/doctor/nurse/whatever was super cute and mostly my type. Not married, still I didn't flirt much. I suck. I take a seat, sign my life away, and then she gets out this big oversized plastic pill bottle. You know, the brown cylinder with the childproof white top. She opens that, and inside is a lead cylinder. Inside the metal cylinder is a smaller, perhaps normal sized, brown and white pill bottle. She opens that up and dumps this single pill into my hand. This radioactive iodine pill is one of those two colour capsules, one side bright white, the other side is glow-in-the-dark, neon, radioactive green. Funny colour choice, though I'm sure it is actually the official coded colour. All pill shapes and colours and stripes mean something. Anyway, I swallowed it down with some crappy tap water in a little waxed paper cup, and went on home. I got ready for my interview at the University. I was interviewing to do what my boss did when I was a student employee at the U. It was hot outside, though not as oppressively sunny as it had been, and without my A/C working in my car I totally was sweating. Great for interviews. It was weird being at the Union. It had been awhile. Lots of memories. When I went up to the office floor, the receptionist was this student... the same student who I finally worked up the courage to flirt with on my last week as a student employee almost a year ago. I actually got a positive response from her back then, but I was a wuss or something and never got her number. She was only in very intermittently, and the last couple times I saw her she was with other co-workers, and I guess I was afraid of the awkwardness. Maybe I'd have done it if she was alone, but let's be honest, probably not. Anyway, I haven't even mentioned that she's very cute, with lovely brown curly hair... but most importantly she has the single most excellent walk ever. Anyway, this girl had a look of delighted recognition when I approached the desk to announce my arrival. She is a student still, though. I have absolutely no interest in dating undergrads at the U, and as staff I think it would be inappropriate for me to do so. But, since I didn't blog worth a crap a year ago, this was the perfect moment to record this bit of history for myself.
The interview went well. We passed the office of Kate, who gave me this awkward hug-pat instead of taking the hand I put out for a shake. Good ole Kate. Good to see her again.
After the interview I went and got decent Greek food at Christo's on Eat Street with Emily. I liked my odd spanikopita-ish chicken thing better than the kebab she ordered that I was considering ordering. The lemonade had bubbles. Emily insisted on ordering this cheese appetiser that they douse in Brandy and light on fire with an "Opa!!" at your table. The waitress wore a "this is degrading" smile for that one.
After Christo's we got beer at Sterb's. It was $5-off-pitchers night, so we started with Old Style (yeee-uh) and moved onto many others. Too bad we couldn't stick with like Shiner Bock. Silly picky people with no taste in beer. Emily was joined by her roomie Danni, who I had totally forgotten is so adorable. Seriously, the girl is cute. Then to my horror I learned both that Emily is only 21 (how can that be?!) and that Danni just weeks shy of 20. Whaaaaaaaa? Teenager? Emily kept telling me that Danni likes me and that "she's mature," and I kept saying "but she's 19." Eventually we were joined by Tim (Emily's statusless partner) and his friend, I think his name was Jason. He ended up being a really cool guy, and we had a lot to talk about because he was just coming back from a study abroad in Australia. Then we all played Ookie Cookie.
Just kidding, I was just seeing if anybody actually reads this long crap.
Then I hung out at Emily's apartment until I sobered up. Some dumb Real Sex HBO thing was on TV. Emily told me that her goal for her birfday river-floating-beer-drinking weekend was for me to make out with Danni. Trouble. Danni hugged me goodbye. Never done that before. I only usually hug Ems and Malor.
Ok, let's see. Wednesday.... god, this was today? Well, what seems like a week ago I woke up at 10:00am. Now the weird thing is, I set my ear when I went to bed for 10:10am. Ever set your ear? The lobe is hours, the top is minutes, and you add time onto the current time til you get to when you want to wake up. I woke up BEFORE my alarm, almost exactly for the time I set my ear to. This almost always works if you almost never use it. Anyway, I felt good when I woke up to my ear, then I fell back asleep til like 11:00 and felt shitty and hungover when my alarm woke me up. Damnit. Shoulda gotten up. So I showered and drove to the hospital so they could bork my thyroid. Same awesomeness at Fairview Southdale. The guy before me was also a Johnson. The same cute, brunette radiologist or whatever brought me back to "NUCLEAR MEDICINE... DUM DUM DUMMMMMMMMMM." Gotta love those plastic clogs. Gotta love the hibiscus print hospital shirt. No real good opportunities to flirt this time. Mostly it involved me not being able to move or talk. I had to sit perfectly still in a chair for 9 minutes while they counted the radiation in my throat. Then I laid on this cot and this huge machine rolled its way over me and positioned itself inches from my neck. Before I laid down I asked cute-hospital-girl if I get to see the pictures afterwards, and she obliged. Everything was running on Sun hardware, and the giant contraption was Phillips Sky-something. Like some creepy SkyNet shit or something. The pictures were these odd grainy glowing fire-coloured (reds and oranges and yellows) that clearly showed the butterfly of my thyroid gland. No obvious nodules, so that is good. Means no surgery. I'd definitely seen pictures like this before. I'm pretty sure it was on this blog of a gentleman documenting his fight with melanoma. I wish I still had the address so I could check in on him. Anyway, my endocrinologist will fill me in on the results of all this nonsense.
After that, the Monster joined me and kept me company at the DMV. I had to get my MN driver's license applied for before the State shuts down due to budget problems. We bonded with this mother and son who were just as confused about the process as we were. I got like a 91% on the written test, getting this air bag question wrong and misreading another. My right eye freaked out during the vision test, but the lady let me blink and re-read it, and then I got it. I was welcomed to Minnesota, genuinely so, which was nice and strange feeling both. I also was asked if I left my cheese at the border with Wisconsin. Har. Then they tried to send me home without paying or having my document validated. That woulda sucked. Anyway, all I have is a piece of paper now. Unlike WI where they print it right up, I have to wait four weeks for my new license. Hopefully the State shutting down won't affect this. It isn't suppose to.
After the DMV we headed to uptown to see some apartments. The guys who I'd be living with were running late. This place has tons of character and is just across the street from the MIA art museum. You even get a free pass the first year for living in this place. heh. They have this huge private courtyard with hundreds of completely tamed squirrels. Funny stuff. They were after my nuts, I just know it.
On the way to the apartment I got like ten phone calls completely consecutively. One of them was the University offering me the job I interviewed for, which I already gave away that I got when I referred to myself as staff earlier. Woah... I have a real job. When did THAT happen? I tried calling every family member individually. None of them answered. When I tried my parents' house for the second time, I actually caught ALL of them at once. I didn't know they were already all home for the 4th. Funny stuff. I embarrassed myself with my poor Spanish retention whilst talking to my family's current 15-year-old Spanish family friend's daughter who is around for awhile learning English. Well... Americanese.
Right, so after the apartment viewing I got chi po po with the Monster, which she bought because "I was celebrating" despite the fact that the normal etiquette is for somebody who gains a new job to be the one who buys. Well, she'll be making much more money than me come Fall. So whatever. heh.
Then I had to go to Cub for my second to last shift. Yay Cub. Everybody was under the impression that I quit because I was pissed at the manager or because I was pissed about my hours, despite the fact I told the manager in person, in very clear terms... little words in short sentences... that I was quitting because I was starting my career in CSci. Oh, that happened I think on Monday before I hung out with Colin. I think it was Monday. Apparently, he didn't believe me. When I explained to all my co-workers why I was really leaving they were all like "well yeah, duh, good for you, congratulations" etc. No problems there. But this "operations manager" guy who I'd never talked to or even met before came into my aisle to try to convenience me into staying at Cub because he was convinced I was just leaving cause I was disgruntled. I held his hand through the process of explaining that I had a job in CSci now, and when he finally figured it out he accepted it and was like "well you gotta do what you gotta do." Then he was still trying to get me to work at Cub like weekends or some shit. He was like "at least for a few weeks in case your new job doesn't work out." EXCUSE ME, you fucktwit, what was that?
Shit, I hope that is everything. Oh, sith is going to Chauffeur me around tomorrow in his awesome Mini so I can have insurance photos taken of my car's broken A/C. It was the house^H^H^H^H^Hrock that did it.
I always regret it if I wake up before my alarm and sleep through it anyway, too. The hospital stuff was interesting. I've only been twice (once to visit a friend), and I definitely didn't do anything exciting. When I was an MRI labrat, though, the researchers regularly told me that I was really good at staying very, very still. I want to put that on my resume.
I despise Sterb's, but if I go there, I either drink PBR or Shiner Bock. Kelsey doesn't like SB very much.
I don't know what Ookie Cookie is.
I laughed at "convenience me". I had to read it three times.
You should blog more so my comments don't need a link that says "Read the rest of this comment."
LONGEST. BLOG. EVER.
Hey Christy - Just so you know, I have no qualms at all about dating undergrads.
That sure was an insanely long blog entry. All the things I had thought up to write at the beginning have since faded away.
I just told my excellent story about being abused at the Boynton Dental clinic. That was fun. On the other hand, one gets lots of free sympathy for saying "yeah, they accidentally ripped a filling out of my mouth."
So, in that blog entry, you made about 50 references to various "hot chix0rez!!!11!!eleven!!!" that you encountered throughout your travels. Be careful - when you decide to "go steady" with a girl you fancy, and she reads your blog, she'll think you're a manwhore.
I just googled for ookie cookie, and, according to Salon:
"My own college was no different, nor the hazing less terrifying. As at most schools, there was a rumor that trumped all others -- of a pledging endgame called "Ookie Cookie" in which fraternity hopefuls masturbated onto a cookie. The last one to finish faced a grueling ultimatum: eat the cookie or face instant excommunication."
NOBODY WAS SUPPOSED TO READ THAT FAR!!!!
i have inappropriate questions:
1) how old are you?
2) what do you look like?
3) when does this pill make you turn into the hulk?
I am 23 years old. I am 6'2" 170 lbs. Blue eyes. Blond-ish hair. The radioactive pill has no side affects.... well, except for the very major one of making me temporarily radioactive.
Well, sith, I will be an undergrad for only another 5 weeks, so your offer is wasted on me.
I think the important part about Zach's pseudo-man-whorism is that while he appears to check out every girl who walks past him, he rarely talks to any of them. Only dumb girls think their boyfriend doesn't look.
Check out? Girls? Nooooo. I'm just looking to see if they are wearing cuter shoes than me.
girls are nice to look at
Aw, baby, you ain't gotta lie!
My boss... not my old boss, but my new higher up boss... she sent an email out today about our staff retreat. She told me I couldn't order booze as part of this group email, as if to suggest I'd be trying to order booze at lunch at a business function. Everybody got a copy of this. What am I? The office lush?
Well, yeah, you pretty much are.
i was picturing someone completely different.
19 is not too young for 23.
my fiancee is 29 and i'm 33. it's freakin' perfect.
do not stiffle romance for something as stupid as social norms. romance needs all the help it can get.
hmmmmm... I don't think 29 is too young for 33. But that is a different four years than 19 to 23. Unless of course you guys met several years ago.... then you might be on to something.
On the age difference thing, I know it's kind of a different thing for girls, but I can tell the maturity difference in boys who are even only a year younger. It's certainly possible to meet someone who is very mature for their age; it is also quite rare. And as a girl who was once 19, there is a HUGE difference between 19 and 23. And there's a big difference between those who are in school and those who are graduated. It's a good idea to be open-minded, but I think the hesitation is warranted.
hi christy. agreed.
and yet, as a 33 year old who was once 23? date the 19 year old. if she's not who you want you can try try again.
maturity isn't the only attractive quality people can have. youthful spirit is beautiful, too. and you know what? you're never going to date 19 year olds again.
enjoy life. there will be plenty of years to spend being cautious and serious.
If there's grass on the field, right xz???
I should also say that I'm speaking as a girl who dated an older man at the age of 19 (he was 29). He enjoyed my youthful spirit for a while, then ditched me when I wasn't mature enough for him. It hurt to be regarded disdainfully as immature even though I was only immature in reference to him (and that's arguable, besides), not to myself. That's perspective I didn't have at that age.
All that said, xz is right. Youthfulness is appealing, and 23 is still too young to be so serious about all this. If age is all that's stopping you, go for it.
pamelaNeko: that was gross, but I still laughed.
I dated a 30 year old and I was 21. Wasn't really an issue...
i've dated younger women (23/18) and older (28/33). i thought both experiences were completely worthwhile.