I'm such a dumbass...

Okay, before I get to the rest of this post, I'd like you to know the situation. It's current five minutes before 4 am. I'm sitting on a Coleman cooler, typing this on my laptop in front of my appartment building. Why am I doing such a thing? Well, it's because I forgot my goddamned keys in my appartment, and no one is up at this god forsaken hour but me! Luckily I'm still within range of my wireless...

Why am I up? Well, aside from the usual having to work in just over half an hour, I've been up all night cleaning the appartment. This is something that it dreadfully needs, and will likely take multiple sessions to accomplish. However, I'm pleased with the progess so far, and will be moreso once I get my bedroom done.

Of course, there have been problems...

...Okay, this is the part where if you've just eaten, or are about to eat soon, or maybe ever again, that you want to stop reading. See, about a week and a half ago (a baaaaaad way to start a story like this), I made some broccoli cheese soup. Of course, I made more than I could eat in one sitting, so I put the rest back in the oven to cool down so I could portion it out. And promptly forgot about it.

Brian and I go camping last weekend, and I remember that it's still in there- yikes! But the hour it takes to get back to the cities is more than enough for me to forget about it again. Fast forward to last night. I'm preheating the oven for pizza, and yes the soup is still in there and no I don't remember this beforehand. Now imagine the smell of a small appartment with a half pot of broccoli cheese slime recently brought to 400 degrees Farenheit. Now, I'm not gonna pull punches on this description, so that's your warning, but it looked like someone's snot threw up. That's the only way I can think to describe both the consistency and the color. Indeed, as I poured it into the garbage, it was incredibly difficult not to gag.

If this gives you any indication as to how bad it was, I poured dirty kitty litter on top to make it smell better. The whisk and ladle were still in it, too. Being hard to clean as they are, I just threw the whisk away. I'm going to brave the ladle...

Now, being that the EPA was probably already getting reports about me, my primary concern was getting that shit out of the appartment. I had not doubt that it was going to get me if I didn't get it first. Of course, in my rush, I forgot the little details like MY KEYS!

So, once again, here I am, just after 4 am, waiting until 4:30 so I can call the office to try to get the phone number of one of the people who comes in at 5 so that I can get picked up. Afterall, I lost the phone numbers for them all and haven't put them back in my new phone. So as I stated before, I'm such a dumbass...

Just Bitching'

Okay, I've tried to keep this thing mainly rant free, but I'm warning anyone who actually reads this shit that it's 2:30 AM and this is going to be a rant.

Alright, where to fucking begin.

Drama. That's a good spot. I hate drama, yet despite my best efforts others have placed me in a situation where I exacerbate the situation regardless of what I do. This pisses me off. In fact, I'm moderately pissed off at a lot of things right now, and the aforementioned situation just kinda brought it all to a boiling point. Damnit, there's no way this is going to be coherent. Alright, since at best there's one person who reads this who's gonna know who I'm referring to, here's a no-name recap.

Two of my good friends recently broke-up. It wasn't too much of a surprise, but they're both well entrenched in one of my friends' circles. Orignially this looked like no biggie, since they were still able to hang out, but that didn't work and there's been tension. Fast forward.

The female half asks if I'm going to Duluth for the 4th, and if so if she can go along. Sounds fun, but (and I'll get to this) but also a warning sign. I say that it'd be great, and that we should get a bunch of people. She's fine with this, but is concerned about being around her ex. She knows damned well he's gonna be invited, and says that it wont' be a problem as long as there are enough other people going. I try my best, and it looks like it's gonna be a bit of a crew.

Skipping some extraneous drama, fast forward to her e-mailing me saying she won't be going. I ask why, prepped for the "I'm not going if he's going." What I'm not prepped for is the "I won't be able to deal with the crush I have on (me) and another friend of ours!" WTF!

Okay, a few things:

1.) No huge surprise. She'd out-ed her crush to the other guy before dating her ex, and the one one me had been all but spelled out a few times before (we both passed, basically under the "she's hot, but not hot enough to make up for that kinda crazy"). Keep in mind, I still think she's a good person, but a horrible person to be in a relationship with.

2.) She knew from the start the parties involved, so pulling this is bullshit.

3.) We all develop crushes on people we "shouldn't". However, as unromantic as this may be, you need to have a little look at reality. Doing stuff like this causes major drama. The level that you lose friends over if it goes wrong. I'd understand if you really thought that they were the one for you, but if you're not damned sure, or if it's not a helluva lot more than "a crush," then you need to just buck up and deal with it. Especially if it's not even just one crush, but multiple!

In summary, I'm pissed because I feel I'm being put in an unfair position because someone can't deal with their feelings like an adult. There's no way I'm going to be able to untangle my thoughts on this much further (at least at this hour), but this is one of those situations where you need to say to yourself "I'd love to, but it just ain't in the cards," sigh a couple times, and move one.

Meh. I suppose that it just goes to show that for some people, high school never ends.