My cat has gotten so ridiculously fat that she's now officially ball shaped. Earlier today she was too lazy to get off of the remote control she was sitting on, so instead I kinda rolled her off of it. And I gotta say, boy howdy do I love her all the more because of it. I have a yen for fat things. For some reason, roly poly babies and animals get me all snuggle-cited. The other day I spent 2 hours looking on the SPCA and Operation Kindness websites trying to find a suitably adorable puppy that I could adopt and make my parents cry about it a little since they're kind enough to let me move back in with them for a bit. I eventually pried my salivating self away from the adorability and tried to imagine things I hate like hippies until the post puppy glow died.
Other than that not tons has been going on. I have applied for a job in Dallas and intend to do so many more times. The job search is so.....vast. Even if I know what I want, I need to know names of companies in order to find anything on Monster or Craigslist quickly or not sheer luck. And if I get one more email from an insurance company that offers me employment, I'm going to insure THEM.
In Boston I have a lot of friends that are not really good friends, but could be. As in, I feel a connection with them, either because we like the same stuff or talking is just easy or they have the same sense of humor, whatever. However, I feel that after I move away that will more or less drift away until it's kinda not there anymore. I've been trying to decide whether or not I should care. I would say definitely yes, but on the other hand, if I keep mooning over lost chances I'll drive myself crazy. I have one friend who insists that she has a "friend quota". I don't think that these things exist because inevitably you can't possibly get along that well with that many people, and even if you do you have to wonder what they're really like. An example, I have a friend here in Boston that I continually try to get close to via the Meg plan of attack wherein I basically am way too blunt for my own good. I didn't say it was a *good* plan.
I'm impatient by nature so I tend to try to force friendship trust when I decide I really like and respect someone. It actually really doesn't happen all that often, but it works really well when the other person wants the same trust that I do. For all of my girlfriends this more or less happened, but it was also a mutual action. I find that I want the same trust with male friends of mine and it never happens because of the awkwardness of possible attraction. Even if we've established that nothing romantic is a possibility, there's still a hesitation. I have to wonder if it's a personality thing specific to certain people or if I just get it or something. I've had the same reservations, but I tend to ignore them until they come up or I go ahead and establish something. I'm not saying this doesn't cause problems, but come on people, isn't life too short to let sexuality come in between a possible good friendship?
And while I'm on the subject of friends, a quick recap of the weekend. Friday was another missed opportunity as far as bonding is concerned, but I did get to go see Joel at Abe's performance. It was really pretty cool and I'm happy I went even if I'm too poor for a $10 cover. Today was laid back and then Em and I went to the boyses concert which had WAY too much Morley, the bastard child of English renaissance composition. After Emily and I relived our teenage years by doing each other's hair and makeup, we took our obscenely hot selves over to Andy's for a prom party. I was upset because I realized when I showed that I had neither enough sleeve volume, nor enough bling to be considered promish. I mean, I put on so much sparkle that I could have lit a darkened cave with the luminescence of my face, but it didn't compare to rhinestones. Another time, perhaps.
Tonight, Denis YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! Oh my crap I'm so excited I could burst. Coolest man ever. Yeah, not you or your friend. Only Denis. I joke a lot about wanting to marry people, but if Denis offered I would pass out with joy and surprise. Like a possum. *gargly noises*
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Aw, man, I miss you soooooo much...
Me to the LSAT on June 6: gargly noises *passes out*
Love the fat cat desciption. I have a fat Russian Blue named Ragnar. We now affectionately call him "Sagnar".
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a couple of posts now characterized by tortuous periphrasis and curiously confessional content. i can't for the life of me figure the reason for so much soul-searching, but neither can i tear my eyes away. i just wish i had a clue what was causing the disturbance. (some uncertainty about leaving boston? i hope so . . .)
Ummm you need to post again, little Meglet, because otherwise how am I going to know all about your life??? I need to be loopified, man! (Never mind that we just talked yesterday...)
I just take Shpink to be, no beginning, no ending, no invention. Perhaps we came upon it once in late-night delirium, involving volleyball with that green gym ball that's still somewhere among my unpacked boxes (sorry Meg), but I am content in knowing that Shpink will be there long after the rest of us are gone. I still think it's a great thing to scream when you're on a rollercoaster and know you're gonna die.
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