When everything falls apart, it all gets better

Yesterday was one of those trivial roller-coaster days. I mean, I had most of the day off (good) and Rock Band Track Pack no. 1 was finally released (good) and I spent a lot of time with Kristen (always really good) and smear some windows (always really fun). However, I also got a call saying "my car is broken, we're going to need to figure out another way up to SLC for the Batman movie (not good). Then I got to play Rock Band (fabulously good) and watch SYTYCD (also nice) but never got back in touch with my ride (bad) who also happened to have my ticket for the show (especially bad because it meant that it didn't matter if I found another ride, I didn't have a way into the theater). During all this, the guy I'm supposed to go out with on Saturday (no good or bad assessment yet) accused me of lying because I had told him I couldn't play a game because I was leaving to see a movie (bad--especially for him because you don't go around *saying* that to people you barely know).

I went to bed not knowing what happens in the new Batman movie.

This morning the guy made up for himself by offering to take me to Dark Knight on Saturday instead of what our original plans were because I finally got it through his thick skull that calling me a liar wasn't the way to win my heart. Dork. (Oh, yeah, that would be a good thing). Then my friend told me she had bought me tickets to see Mamma Mia! tonight and insisted I not reimburse her. Which was very sweet of her.

Moral of the story: 1) don't call girls you're taking out liars and 2) even if you think life sucks, it doesn't. Nice stuff will happen, if you're patient.

Customer Service

I think my least favorite phrase right now is "I know it's not your fault, but. . ."

This phrase completely negates itself. In fact, you should have stopped at "fault." No, it isn't my fault. No, I can't fix it. No, I can't make the people whose fault it actually is fix it. There is nothing to be done so please stop yelling at me.

At least when I was at Wal*Mart on Monday night to pick up the new Rock Band (which doesn't exist in UT county as of right now) with my friends and the employee was telling us he didn't know where it was we didn't blame him. On the downside, he kind of blamed us.

Everyone in this world should have to work a customer service job for at least 3 months. And "renew" their "I've experienced the crappiest of crappy experience" license every 5 years. Then maybe peace and goodwill could exist between us all.

Stalkers

So, I know guys are supposed to go out on a lot of dates (at least one a week) and, ideally, they should be going on dates with a lot of different girls. I understand that this is slightly more difficult when your main choices live in exactly 12 apartments, with 6 girls in each one. BUT, wouldn't you agree that, while someone is pursuing he should choose people that aren't in the same apartment? Or, at the very least, not use one roommate to get through the other while flirting with the first roommate? Does this even make any sense? Because I don't understand the thought process behind it at all. And I feel used. Not used in a bad way, I suppose, since it's mildly flattering that he's going after me, but it completely puts me off that he's trying to get to my roommate too AND he's using me (while flirting) to find out her schedule and other little things so he can get in touch with her.

I don't know about you but I vote that if you're going to have dates with different girls each week you should probably choose girls from different apartments to go back to back, even if you're interested in two from the same apartment.

Also, you should use one girl you're dating to hit on the other girl you're trying to date.

Or am I crazy?

More pictures of my adorable nephew

I like his hat. It's the one the hospital gave to him!

Nicoel was holding him trying to get him to relax and he started to stick his tongue out. What a cutie!

Growing up

My mother decided to interview me this evening, asking where I was going with my life and if things (namely a social life) were interfering with what was important. I gave a slightly blank stare (okay, it was probably extremely pointed, one of those looks that says "everyone is listening, please don't go where I think you're going with this") but to no avail. She proceeded to ask if I was doing things to prepare to become a wife and mother. And, to make it slightly more awkward in front of my poor father, included "are you dating?" as a part of this conversation. I understand that Mom is concerned, etc. but that doesn't make life easier when she asks about if I'm learning to cook meals (I've stayed alive the last several years, have I not?) and gone out on dates (well, it depends on if you're counting "going out on dates with guys that you're not remotely interested in" as dating). I let her know that yes, I can take care of myself and, on several occasions, I have cared for others and I also go on dates.

I don't even know why I'm posting this on the Internet, although it gives me some comfort that only friends are really allowed to access this (or would even think of doing so). I mean, what else can you say to your parents about being 24 and unmarried? "I'm sorry I've failed and that my next youngest sister has had to have all your grandchildren for you so far"? Or, "I've wondered the same thing, since I only got on about 2 dates a year and, more often than not, I have to ask a guy out for at least one of those dates"?

I think I'm starting to sound bitter, even when I don't feel that way.

My brand new nephew

This will most likely be the shortest entry ever. I'm hanging out at my sister's apartment and my niece and nephew. That's right, little Christopher James Bonney was born July 3rd at 3:11 pm. *sigh* I missed his birth by about 6 hours, which is better than missing it completely from the other end of the journey.
Since pictures are worth a thousand words, I'll leave a few to make this feel longer.

My sister is crazy

So I called my sister to check the weather in CO today and found out that she had been having contractions all morning. For some crazy reason she was still at home trying to "bear the pain" and hadn't even told her husband. I spent about an hour panicking that she was going to sit out most of the labor pains while at home (the crazy) but about an hour later my dad called to let me know that they'd talked her into going to the hospital and they would be picking me up from the airport. I love my parents but I would much rather ride for an hour with my sister in the car. *sigh*

At least it looks like I'll get to see my nephew on this trip after all.