Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Wow

I just realized that I published my last post in January. That's a really long time ago. I apologize to all of my loyal readers, who now have no idea what is going on in my life because I don't post it on my blog.

My two-year stint with my therapist ends today. I surprisingly feel nothing. I think I am supposed to be sad that this whole thing is coming to an end, that I will now have to find a new therapist (or find ways to handle all of my issues on my own... good luck with that). I'm sure it'll hit me once I walk into her office though. I will probably never see or speak to her again. It's like a break-up that's been a long time coming, but without all of the drama and tragedy of my past break-ups. How depressing.

I do hope to write in the blog more often as a result of this. It's an outlet for me to write out things that I can't necessarily talk about to someone in person. (But somehow I feel comfortable writing it on a blog for the entire world to see. Go figure.)

On to the post now, for reals...

Taylor got married this past weekend. It's so weird to think that up until last year, I was hoping that he would work through his shit and his problems and realize that he needed to dump his girl for good. But then he told me to essentially eat bleach and die, and that was that. So now he's married. (Evidence of proof here, or at least the cake. Could've been from someone else's wedding, but I can only figure his girl would choose the terrible teal/Tiffany blue color. Barf.) And while I don't give one iota about him, I can't help but think to myself how someone like him, Taylor Heim, this person who said he cared about me then treated me like shit and an insignificant piece of nothing, can find happiness, get married, buy a house, have a successful career, and be making it? And George, who is married with two children, is on his way to becoming a doctor and making the big bucks? Do your actions in a previous relationship not matter at all? Is there no such thing as relationship karma? How do these people deserve to have all the happiness in the world after what I was subjected to while with them?

What about me? I finally find a guy who is wonderful, who treats me like a princess, constantly tells me how amazing and beautiful I am, genuinely cares about me and my happiness and making me happy. But we can't be together because he has issues that are bigger than the both of us.

What happened? I know that "my prince will come" and it "isn't my time yet" and that I'll "meet that special guy" at some point in my life. But I'm 27. I've gone through enough relationship drama to last me a lifetime. The more I wait, the more I think to myself that my time is running out, and that I may never meet the right guy. I did meet James at a time when I was least expecting it, and it has turned out to be the best relationship I've ever had. Who knows what might come out of it down the road.

But in the mean time: blurgh.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Life recap

My last post was on November 23. Oops. How embarassing is that.

I'm trying to recollect everything that has happened since I last posted. First, there's the holidays. Always a stressful time of year, but this year, it was really low-key. I went to my mom's for Christmas and managed not to die of boredom or dog slobber in the 3 days that I was there. Of course, the mere fact that I was at my mom's was enough to make my dad upset that I wasn't going to be spending (yet another) Christmas with him in Florida. Sorry.

New Year's Eve was spent with the boy. It was nice to have someone to spend it with that didn't require any big night out on the town or spending a crap-ton of money. We stayed in, watched UVA lose their bowl game (le sigh), watched Lady Gaga and the ball drop at midnight, then just watched movies. Oh, and I managed to get sick (red wine + champagne are apparently not a good combination for me), but the boy didn't judge or make fun of me. He just made sure that I was ok. A very nice evening and a great way to ring in 2012. (Which, btw, is going to be the best year yet.)

The days since the new year started have just been filled with me working, trying to get back into a normal gym schedule, a hell of a head cold, a Caps-Pens game (complete with Caps victory, but sans my boyfriend, Mike Green), hanging with the boy (minus the week that he was in India for work), and braving the oh-so-strange DC winter that we're having. God, now that my life is in a decent place, I find myself struggling for things to write about. That never happens. But honestly, I'd rather be at a loss for words then bitching to my heart's content. I'm at the happiest point I've been at in a very long time. Who knew? But I'm loving every minute of it.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving!

I am purposely taking time out of my rather busy day-before-Thanksgiving schedule to write a post. GO ME. My first major question that comes to mind is... Why the hell is today so effing busy?! Doesn't the IMF celebrate Thanksgiving?? GO AWAY. (Only 4 more hours, only 4 more hours...)

As in years past, my sister and I are celebrating orphan Thanksgiving together. Except this time it's in Charlottesville rather than NYC (no Macy's parade, no Black Friday shopping in Manhattan... meh). And Jakey and his parents will be there, so it will be a good time. (Assuming Jake's mom doesn't try to take over and cook the meal herself... I will cut her if this happens.)

On Friday, we plan on doing Black Friday shopping in Richmond (Short Pump! Hooray!), and on Saturday is the culmination of funness for the weekend... the UVA/VT football game!!!! Whoever wins this game goes to the ACC Championship game against Clemson. My record at these games is 1-0, so I'd like to think that I'm somewhat of a good luck charm. JUST SAYING. And the weather is supposed to be beautiful that day, so it should make for an awesome fall football day. And on Saturday night, I get to see Jenna and Nate! I always forget that a lot of my high school friends' family members are still in Cville, and that they tend to flock there during the holidays as well.

So this weekend is going to be like a whole bunch of treats wrapped into one neatly-packaged fun weekend. EXCITEMENT! I just need to survive this day first.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Welcome back to DC

God, ok, seriously, the posts are few and far between at this point, but here's a new one for you. YOU'RE WELCOME, world.

Tonight marks the second time this year that I'm going to see the Cold War Kids in concert. They've got two sold-out shows at 9:30 Club, and yes, I had tickets to both. But after realizing my own mortality (and coming to grips with the fact that my 26-year-old body probably cannot bear to stay up late drinking and rocking out two nights in a row), I sold the ticket for tomorrow's concert. Oh well. But tonight is seriously going to be bitching.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Last weekend's theme song: Peanut Butter Jelly Time


I find that I have less time during the week to write posts these days. It's so sad. It's not for lack of anything to say. I really am just busy. Work, gym, obsessing about the Caps, trivia, baking, etc. It's no excuse, really, but it's the only thing I can offer. Womp.


Last weekend was our Cville homecomings weekend. Two words: epic fun. We went to the UVA football game, where we somehow managed to pull off a major upset over the formerly-undefeated #12 team in the country, Georgia Tech. And the fans rushed the field. It was awesome.





We spent the remaining part of the weekend eating and drinking. (No, seriously.) We managed to hit up Blue Light Grill for dinner (2 drinks), then went out on the Corner (somewhere between 4-5 more drinks there). And we also somehow thought that going to a combo Glee Club/frat party was a good idea. (And by "we," I mean Karl. And by "party," I mean rave. This had bad idea written all over it.) We were there for 5 minutes, sobered up, felt dirty, then went to hang out with the much older, cooler kids again. We stopped to get a Gusburger when all was said and done. And scene on a perfect Saturday in Cville.


On Sunday morning, we woke up and got Bodo's for breakfast, then made our way to CARTER MOUNNNNNNTAAAAAAAAIN. (Should be said in the voice of the unicorns in this video. Just watch and picture it. Hilare.)




We didn't actually pick any apples, but we did do other apple-related activities, such as: eat apple donuts, drink apple cider, take pictures of the apple orchard. Then we did other things like wine tasting and take pictures with pumpkins. (But all of these fall into the category of FALL THINGS!) After we left Carter Mountain, we managed to get food at each of the following establishments in about a 2-3 hour period: Christian's, the dumpling place, Arch's, Bodo's. We managed to squeeze some shopping in there too, but all I can really remember is the Charlottesville Fat Tour.

Overall, it was an amazing weekend. Six days later, I'm still going through fun withdrawal. We're already talking about when we can go back to Charlottesville to resume the fun-having. I hope it's sooner rather than later.

Friday, October 14, 2011

A tepid step into the world of dating

This post is long overdue. Normally I have a lot of stuff to write about, but not so much as of recently. My life has involved watching the Yankees lose in the ALDS to the Tigers (sad face) and getting pumped up for Caps season. (Three overtime wins in 3 games! Not how I would've scripted it, but a win is a win!)


I've also decided that instead of waiting for my dream guy to fall into my lap (I'm looking at YOU, Mike Green), I need to make the necessary steps to go out there and try to find him myself. I renewed my match.com subscription (as much as I hate it), but I did end up going on 2 dates in 2 nights. A summary:


Date #1. Nice kid from the Northeast. Went to GMU. Staunch Democrat. Loves to travel internationally - makes it a point to go on at least one big international trip each year. Big Red Sox fan. (This is a big negative.) Verdict: He's really nice, but he seems kinda pushy in trying to make things happen. I told him I was going to be out of town this weekend, and he asked if we could get together Sunday night. Um, can't I get a few hours to relax and de-stress after a long weekend of drinking in Cville? I would go out with him again though.


Date #2. Nice kid from NoVA. Went to Tulane. Studied abroad in South Africa. Has also been snorkeling and scuba diving in Central America. Also a Red Sox fan. (WTF?) Writes for the Caps for a hockey blog. Had great stories to tell about Ovi and Jeff Schultz. (Clearly this is the main reason I wanted this to work.) Verdict: He's a really nice kid, we have a lot in common, but I didn't feel any chemistry. He's kinda awkward and dorky (even for my tastes), and I really don't see myself dating him. Although being friends with someone who interviews Caps players on a regular basis is pretty awesome. I'm bummed that this didn't work like I had hoped; I was seriously hoping this would be my way in to meeting Mike Green.


But the best part of this whole thing is that I'm going on dates and not getting freaked out about meeting new guys. It definitely gives me a shot of confidence again. (Although I got that from Ovi too a few weeks ago. That story never gets old.) The more comfortable I feel with going on first dates, the more I think I'll be able to open up and meet new guys and hopefully find my dream boat. Even if it's not Mike Green. But if it is, all the better.



Look, he's even good with BABIES!

Friday, September 30, 2011

LOL Boston

So I'm finally getting around to writing about how I am SO GLAD that the Red Sox managed to choke and not make it into the playoffs. There is something so validating about a) watching Red Sox fans cheer for the Yankees to win, and b) watching them blow a 9-game lead in the AL East and losing. Just ridiculous. I mean, it's fine for me, because I don't have to listen to the obnoxious Boston fans throughout the playoffs. And now, my open note to Boston fans.

Dear Boston fans,

You should've gotten into the playoffs. And you didn't. Because you suck. You didn't deserve to win the wild card if you gave up that huge game lead. So suck it. I hope you've learned your lesson. Stop being whiny bitches.

xoxox,
Katie