Bitty Kitty’s Weblog

Boyfriend and I are fasting. It’s hard. I’m hungry. My mom did the same fast, but she only did it for six days. We are doing it for the full ten because we are crazy. The fast was my idea, of course, but I’m having a much harder time than boyfriend. He’s just breezing through it while I’m dragging along. Today is day four and my mom said that I’d wake up not caring about food and that I’d probably even be a little grossed out by food. Instead, I woke up craving a Belgian waffle. I still think the fast is a good idea because its cleaning my system out, but I’m pretty sick of drinking salt water and “lemonade.”

Boyfriend and I actually did it. We drove across the country with a car full of our most valuable/personal possessions and today, in a half hour in fact, we will sign the lease to our new place. Sometimes I stop and think, oh my gosh, we are freaking crazy. But we are trying something new, and this is the best time to do it.

We really enjoyed our road trip out here and we didn’t encounter any problems. We didn’t get too sick of the road and we had many laughs along the way. For our road trip and our new adventure in Portland, we decided to create a new blog:

portlandbound.wordpress.com

We’ll be using this blog to put pictures up of our apartment and make entries about any adventures we have, but I’ll use this blog for my personal thoughts and reflections.

So to begin, I’m scared to death. I’ve never lived in a big city and I’ve never been on my own so far away from my family and friends. I’m glad that we have Seth and Nikki in our same building and Dan and Kim not too far away, but I’m feeling very small in this big place. However, I do not regret this decision nor do I think I will. It’s important for people to leave their comfort zones and try new things. I hope to emerge stronger and more sure of who I am and what I am capable of.

Before that happens though, many struggles to come.

The thing that I have been awaiting for months has finally come to pass. The State Fair! I will not recount the days events, but I will leave you with a list. It’s the most important list of all. 

Foods Consumed at the Fair: 

1. Cheese Pizza on a stick from Green Mill 
2. Tom’s Mini Doughnuts 
3. Deep Fried Candy Bar (Milky Way)
4. Fried Green Tomatoes (not good)
5. (One Bite) of a Mocha Ice cream Bar
6. Boyfriend had a Smoked Turkey Leg (I refrained, though it was difficult)
7. Deep Fried Spinach, Artichoke, and Cheese Ravioli 
8. German Root Beer 
9. Fresh Fruit (not deep fried!)
10. Chocolate Malt from the cow barn (and some of boyfriend’s strawberry)
11. Fresh Lemonade 
12. Cheese Curds (From the Mouse Trap)
13. Funnel Cake
14. Strawberry Smoothie

Uuuuhhhhmmmm. It’s official. We have an apartment. We’re moving to Portland. I’m so excited! Our move-in date is the 8th of September. We are planning on leaving the 2nd or the 3rd. I’m just so excited! AH! Did I mention that I’m excited?

Boyfriend and I applied to the apartment in Portland that we really want. It’s a studio, it’s right down town, and it has a washer and dryer in the unit. AND it’s in the same building as Seth and Nikki, which is a bonus. We haven’t heard official news yet, but Seth and Nikki checked out the apartment and talked with the landlord and he said that if everything checks out then the apartment is ours! I don’t want to pop the cork just yet, but I am pretty excited. If all goes according to plan, we’ll be leaving around September 2nd.

more updates to come.

I haven’t written in a very long time. Though it’s been far longer for a certain borg that I know . So, an update! Boyfriend and I hosted a co-graduation party. It was lovely. The trifecta was present along with an estranged friend little seen by the non-Minneapolis dwelling members of the trifecta. As far as I know, good times were had. Since then, however, the fridge has been packed with left-overs. We’ve been eating mexican food and graduation cake for six days solid. (and it’s still delicious.) 

Aside from that, boyfriend and I have been playing Donkey Kong pretty much all the time. We are trying to get lives, but being losers is so much more fun. We did discover that a friend from high school is also living at home this summer, so now we have a friend! And we discovered that another friend and his girlfriend (who is awesome) are moving to Portland in three weeks. Amazing! As some of you may know, boyfriend and I have been contemplating a similar move…and by similar I mean the exact same move. Recently, our plans have become solidified. We have created a savings plan and are planning to move by September. Yay! Maybe living in another state will make us cooler. (Probably not) It will certainly make us poorer, but I think it will be a good experience. More updates on that later. 

My brother’s birthday is tomorrow! Yay! He turns 30. We are going to have a surprise-ish party. He knows we’ll be there, but we are trying to round up some old friends too. Should be easy enough since we just saw most of them over the weekend at my party. More cake and left-overs in the fridge! BTW, trifecta, want to come? You are invited! (that line always reminds me of A Clockwork Orange.) 

And last on the random news train is co-worker who is starting to creep me out with his aggressive flirting. Little compliments every so often (which were flattering but by and large ignored) have turned into aggressive and slightly creepy flirting every time he opens his mouth. I don’t even make eye contact with him anymore and boyfriend has been getting all bristled up over it. Thank Goddess for huge boyfriends. At least I don’t work with this guy very often. 

Well, citizens of Gotham, enough of this noise. I’m going to make some breakfast.

The scariest part of life is not knowing what you want from it. It’s knowing that we only have an uncertain amount of time here, and we could easily wake up one day and find that we’ve turned into one of those bitter old people lying on a death bed, thinking about how much time we wasted doing the wrong thing and being unhappy. And then there’s the struggle of trying desperately to be happy but not being sure what it is that actually makes you happy; or even more difficult is making decisions that influence future happiness. Will this make me more happy in the future or more regretful? We can say that we’ll live without regrets and that we’ll try to appreciate every moment, but that’s not human nature. We can only do the best that we can and hope for the best. 

There’s a young femme at work who gave me lots of attitude today for no apparent reason other than I think she’s threatened by me. Ordinarily I would be flattered by another female cowering in my glory, but really I feel irritated by it. Can we cut the crap already and just co-exist? Do you really have to be a biz because I’ll tell you that the attitude doesn’t make you any better at your job and it doesn’t make me any worse at mine. We aren’t in third grade. But honestly, I can’t say that I’ve never felt threatened by another female. And not just my boss (but her too, she’s scary). Foxy chicks who seem to have their life together sometimes throw me off. And I get jealous from time to time over friends of friends with whom I am not friends. I’d like to start being more candid about these situations and talk about feelings and shit, but people don’t always respond to that. People wall up and make excuses and say exactly what they’re not feeling. So, I’m not really sure how to deal with this girl. Today I set a firm precedent that I will not take her crap, but I do want her to know that I’m not a rival nor do I want an enemy at work. I’m just not sure how to do that without sounding like a shrink or an asshole. 

In other news, my mom’s back on being crazy. 

I took some pictures of the tulips blooming on the side of our house. Naturally I did this a few weeks ago before all the tulips died. That’s the stupid thing about tulips: they only bloom for about five minutes before they die. Anyway, here are some pretty things to look at.

I’m streaky.  That “gentle tanner” is a scam.  ”Apply evenly as possible” it says.  I did!  Very even and uniform and I even stood naked in front of the fan for five minutes before getting dressed.  Those bastards.  I’d like to meet one real person who can apply that crap without looking like a half-tanned zebra.  That lotion is so outta here.  Banished to my garbage.  On the bright side that means that I’m down a lotion and on my way to a more reasonably-sized beauty arsenal.  

Yesterday I forgot to mention that my baby teeth are holding strong!  No major drilling, pulling, filling, or bridging as of yet.  However, I forgot how unpleasant the dentist is.  All the poking and scraping.  I was certain at several points during the visit that she would yank one of my teeth clean out.  She didn’t have the gentlest touch.  That tangy metallic taste suddenly pouring into my mouth. “Let’s give you a rinse,” she says. Yeah, because you’re making me bleed on myself.  shudder.