Long distance lovin’

So, it’s been so long since my last post I couldn’t remember how to do one.  I literally almost emailed Leftie all panicked about how to access our sweet blog.  Luckily, I figured it out, logged myself back in, and now here I am, writing a really really important update.

What’s so important?  THIS!!!

http://www.dolphinsandwhales3d.com/

After doing some research, I found out that my supersweet 3d whale and dolphin movie will be playing in Houston when I go home for a week in August, and I’m sooooo gonna see it!!!  Leftie, you’re gonna be missing out like whao.  Can you imagine what I’ll do when some crazy whale is swimming all up in my grill?  Do museums ever ban people for peeing themselves?  Espero que no!!!

D. Flower Phone Home

(I am incredibly opposed to E.T. references,* but this was all too appropriate).

Obviously, our blog is on the semester system. The closer to finals it gets, the busier bloggers we are. Meaning while we’re busy drinking and merrymaking (yup) at breaks and the beginning of the semesters, the blog gets all sorts of dusty.

Right now though, I’m blogging with an important realization. D. Flower should never leave home. She left me this weekend, and nothing good has resulted.

These nothing goods, include:
(1) Sha sha (latest, extremely cute, adventure in online dating) has not facebook-messaged me in over 36 hours- cue the end of my life.
(2) I made cookies (to lick the wounds of the then- 12 hour facebook-message delay), and they turned out horrendously. As in, D. Flower wasn’t here to ensure that I actually cooked them- cue the giant blob of cookie dough on our counter. Um, oops, make that, wheat cookie dough.
(3) One of our college friends needed some counseling and I was not the person she wanted to pick up the phone- cue Leftie saying all the wrong things.

Thus, if D. Flower doesn’t get back fast, I am all too sure that Casa Janky will collapse. Right on top of me and our giant blob of cookie dough. I’m concerned the rescue workers won’t realize that the cookie dough is nasty and wheat, and will rescue it before going after poor, besotted me.

Hmpf.

*Brought on by hundreds of childhood nightmares. The little dude was freaky looking.

Oh, nasty.

D. Flower, I adore you, but your priorities when it comes to pre-leaving apartment cleaning are a bit off. Maybe next time instead of pristinely making your bed you could devote that time to cleaning out the fridge? Our fruit and veggie drawers are soaking…

Also, I completely forgot that we live next to a freight train. FUCKSHIT that scared the crap out of me.

That said, come home!

Jersey Shore: MST

“‘He’s so attractive!’- my sister on Ronnie from J Shore. FML.” – text from D. Flower

To be fair though, if I had to do anyone on the show, Ronnie would be the winner.

Which makes me think we should play Jersey Shore Marry Screw Trash.

Mine:
M: Ronnie (most attractive and a romantic)
S: Pauly D (I’m curious about a certain item of jewelry)
T: The Situation (omg, I can’t stand him)

AAOD: Date 1, Guy 1

Studio Audience, meet Mr. Irish.

Mr. Irish is perfect in a lot of ways. He is smart, well-educated, successful, confident, cares about children and immigrants, and hilarious. One time he was late to his basketball game in high school so he could stand in for a small spot in his sister’s Nutcracker performance. If you wanted to win over my heart, you only need to tell a story like that.

Today Mr. Irish joined me for my first official awkward adventure in online dating.

Unfortunately Mr. Irish lives nowhere near where D. Flower and I go to school, but he does live about an hour or so from my family’s house. So we arranged to meet halfway while I was home for the holidays. This left me with mixed excitement and dread (literally… as I was driving there I altered between the paces of a snail and speed demon).

But the date ended up going really well. Fortunately, since my powers of conversation are incredibly sub-par, he did a great job of carrying the conversation, and I felt pretty at ease. At one point he had me laughing so hard I was nearly crying.

Obviously this post is just prepping for the but. And the but is- I’m not really attracted to him.

He’s cute, and I’m sure an attraction could grow. But the chance of that happening when for the vast majority of the year we don’t live remotely close to each other? Yeah, slim.

One thing I regret in giving up on this though- There are three characteristics I’m really looking for in a guy right now: confident (to counter my lack), funny (because I like to laugh, and when you are dating someone as janky as myself, you better be ready to make jokes out of life), and good person. He really, really, really rocks at that last one too. The kid works in a charitable job, and in his free time coaches kids, organizes service trips for college kids, and takes some young kids on a trip to his alma mater if they do well in school.

Now that this has switched from blog post to middle school diary entry, I’ll quit while I’m ahead.

Oh, and he’s already sent me a very nice message saying he would like to meet again. Have not responded yet….

The Internet’s Greatest Invention

Someone has, at last, finally created the Jersey Shore Name Generator. As Jersey Shore is the best janky glory that TV could possibly produce, it is only too appropriate to link it here.

For future reference, I, Leftie, am “The Paris Hilton of Trenton,” while D. Flower is (appropriately I think) “The Tan-trum.”

Enjoy!

Living Alone: Day 4 (oops!)

So I slacked off on my daily update about my new living arrangement, my bad.  I was just so busy sitting around the apartment hating life.   Yeah, basically, I sat around all day studying my ginormous outline (L, you know how I do), eating janky calzone, wanting to cry.  Eventually, I went out and drank with our friends who finished their finals yesterday, and even though I was super envious the whole time, I was so relieved to be around people again I didn’t care.

And that was Day 4.  I’m going to remember it as the day I cracked a little bit, and the first day I did the dishes since Leftie left.  Today’s goal:  take out the trash, including the random box full of trash by the trash can…

New Lows

For breakfast this morning (partly since I’m out of bowls) I’m eating some janky calzone and drinking a soda (since coffee and calzone could be a rough combo).  Also, instead of washing a fork, I’m using the one I used last night to eat the rest of my curry.

I think Leftie’s absence is starting to get to me…

Living Alone: Day 3

I was actually productive for reals for a while today!  I got up, showered, and went to Tierra with Amanda.  She took me home at 5:30ish, and I’ve been goofing off ever since.  I had this cute plan to do all the dishes tonight once I finished my outline, but by the time I finished my outline, I was so relieved I couldn’t bring myself to do any dishes.  Well, I washed one fork (again) so I could eat my left over Thai, and now I’m officially out of bowls so tomorrow I’m srrsly gonna try and do dishes.

Getting home so early tonight was kind of merrish until I started a Hills dvd, and then God smiled upon me and put the new episode of Jersey Shore on mtv, so that’s what I’m watching now.  Oh!  And my biggest growing moment of the day has been learning to fish

Janky Family Dinner

Once upon a time when we received the recipe for Buffalo Chicken Calzones I immediately emailed it to my similarly we-like-to-eat-minded parents, and my dad promptly decided that we would have to make this while I was home for winter break.

Now winter break is here and the night of the Buffalo Chicken Calzones has arrived. Somehow, however, this has twisted from “we” making it to Leftie making it. This has absolute disaster written all over it. I am the child who tried to put silverware and tinfoil in the microwave more times than my family can count. I am the child who only eats frozen dinners because she lacks all cooking skills. How is this a good idea?

While I can’t now predict the many, many, many ways I am about to screw up dinner- I do know one mistake I will not be making: doubling the bleu cheese.