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It's One of Those Nights

I've never been one to complain about the lack of friends in my life.  I tend to be a pretty tough and independent cookie, and greatly value the few friends that I keep close.  I would and will probably always pick to have five best friends rather than 100 acquaintances.  And, while I also value my alone time, it's one of those nights where I'd like to hang out with someone.  It probably mostly stems from my cancelled trip to Boston, which I'm finding I'm more bummed about than I had imagined I would be, and for different reasons.  I was originally kicking myself for wasting the money, but at this point, I'm not even thinking about that.  I'm more disappointed that didn't get to visit a grad school and just get out of Carroll County, even if just for a quick jaunt.  I'm bummed at the idea that even if I had gone to Boston, it would have been by myself at this point, and even though I know one or two people in the city, I highly doubt that hanging out would have occurred.  So, I've come to the conclusion that it's not even going by myself that would be upsetting, it's knowing that those around probably wouldn't have wanted to see me.  And that just feels pitiful, a feeling I pretend doesn't exist.  I hate pity parties, and this is turning into one; on the brighter side...

A friend has invited me to DC for tomorrow with a friend of hers from her study abroad program, so at least I am doing something with myself, and at least there are those who have chosen to reach out.  I suppose the thing to keep in mind is cliche and thus, when one door closes, another opens.  I thought that my friendship from those in Boston meant more, and it apparently doesn't, so wasting time by dwelling on it isn't worth it.  Instead, it's better to spend time with a person I never imagined I could be friends with again after a roommate fiasco of sorts.  The whole friendship seems to have jumped out of a bush and surprised me, but instead of a rabid animal, is more like a small rabbit or kitten, that of a more than pleasant surprise, and that is what I need to concentrate on celebrating.

Hope you all have a safe and enjoyable weekend!

You Just Like Me 'Cause I'm Good In Bed

There have been multiple reasons that I have not posted as of late.  Mostly because nothing is really going on physically other than working, which has mainly consisted of labeling and transporting files.  However, another reason is my shear frustration with humans at this moment and if I begin to write about the situations in length, I will surely dig myself a hole that I will not be able to hoist myself out of.  But, I will list them for your reading pleasure.

1. I was supposed to stay with a friend in Boston, and now said friend has either bailed or isn't able to, but of course after making sure it was cool bought non-refundable bus tickets.  So now I have a college visit planned and a bus to get there, but nowhere to sleep but the humble streets.
2. Someone with whom I thought I had rekindled a decent if not solid friendship with, has seemed to cease acknowledgment of my existence.
3. Grad school, well it's not a human, but it is obnoxious.  Plus, every time I think I have something figured out, someone comes along and tells me all the reasons that area of study will soon be extinct and although I tend to stick to my guns, I begin to rethink.

I felt like there were more reasons earlier, maybe there are and I forgot, but you will surely hear about them if they pop up once again.

My Advice for the Day

Do the work presented to you and don't complain about a job you begged for, other people were vying for it and will gladly step in.

I wish DMC had hot water

This title really serves little purpose other than acting as a heading, a page break, and is pretty self-explanatory.  Basically, for the past few days that it hasn't been blazing hot, I've had cold shower water, which would be appreciated and helpful if, you know, it was god awful hot out.  But, really, the shower is just lucky that my mood climaxed after dipping so low yesterday.

I go to this doctor, the one that's located in a urologist's office where I typically get hit on, knowing that they will probably be running a little behind time because they usually are.  However, I realize that I have a different time on my ical than what the receptionist confirmed.  So, I do the responsible thing and call the office, except no one has showed up to their job on time and the answering service picks up, which is a human, by the way, and in my opinion should therefore be able to check my appointment time.  But, alas, she could not.  So I wait for 15 minutes and call back.  They still haven't shown up.  15 minutes later, nothing.  Finally, about an hour later I call thinking, "Surely, someone has got to have shown up at this point," STILL THE ANSWERING SERVICE!  So I once again make my inquiry because I need to figure out what time I should start my 45 minute trek there.  Service lady says that they are in a meeting until 10 (it is now about 10:05 that I am calling) and she says she will take my name and number so that they can call me back once they get out.  I thought it was really quite nice of her to keep that meeting information to herself those other times I called.  I figure I will get a phone call in about 15 minutes, or at least while I'm on my way to the office.  45 minutes later, and no phone call.  So, I'm in the office, I sign-in, I sign-in for 11 because that's when I thought it was.  Does the receptionist even recognize what time I wrote down?  Apparently not, because she didn't bother confirming or denying that that was my appointment time.  I decide to wait patiently, a little passive aggressively, but generally patiently nonetheless.  I figure that at 12:45 I should have been notified or at least called back to those giant plush blue couches.  But, you guessed it, I hadn't.  I go up to the window, where no one has been sitting for quite some time, and wait for someone to show up so I can reprimand them.  After I tell her how long I've been waiting she says, "Well, your appointment was at 12."  Thanks for telling me now, bitch!  "Either way, I've still been waiting almost an hour."  I truly appreciate when people are A. inconsiderate while trying to be nice B. don't do their job effectively or efficiently C. don't do their job at all.  If I hadn't paid my co-pay at the beginning I would have left the office.  To top things off, I was stuck behind a tractor going 15 mph on the way home.  I was so livid that I took the rest of the day off work to try and calm down, because otherwise I'm pretty sure that my calls to deposited students would have sounded something like, "My name is Brooke and you better get your fucking transcript in so I don't have to call you again."

But, as a nice juxtaposition, the evening was glorious.  I spent it at the carnival, obviously the best place to hang out.  But, really, it is the biggest attraction to come to Mt. Airy.  All of the high school girls were home, from their respective cities while I've been camping out in Carroll County.  We took a long drive there and frolicked about while buying every conceivable carni food and winning three goldfish (okay, that was all katia) It felt like complete carefree, summer bliss.  Thank goodness it came yesterday, but it would be gladly welcomed any time.  Yet, besides being completely enjoyable, I realized something too.  There are no other four people that I could do what I did last night with.  Five people who are more unique than most anyone I've met since being in college, and if unique is not the word, than perhaps it's curious, or something else, maybe unfathomable.  The second is that I really do love where I grew up, no matter how country it is.  Do I want to live here for the rest of my life, hell no, but it is never a place that I would completely leave behind.  And even though those four girls and I could meet in Manhattan and have a great time for sure, it's Carroll County that works its magic.  The long drives, windows down, cigarette smoke drifting in and out with honeysuckle and the unsavory, but familiar smell of sumac trees; the nostalgic sounds of old Gwen Stefani, Rhianna, and Shakira songs beating at the speakers and rising out of our throats.  Perhaps it sounds idyllic, and perhaps that is cliche, but I don't really give a damn, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I also had a lovely conversation with my dad today, in which we discussed this question: Where does East really meet West?  I invite all opinions and answers.