7 posts tagged “adrienne”
I had a very nice day yesterday. I made spinach-artichoke dip and crabcakes with the invaluable assistance of selffriend Kurt and watched 6 episodes of Chef! at his - very wise - suggestion. I also earned $25 delivering papers in my neighborhood, which is actually a rather enjoyable job, seeing as it took maybe an hour, I don't get up early to do it and the weather is really rather nice. Too bad it's not a regular gig, eh? I need one of those. Getting back on topic, I'm now in College Park with the girlfriend. It was such a fine day. I'm looking forward to whatever today will bring.
Iron Man is coming out. May 3rd is Free Comic Book Day, and there is a computer show in CP. I do not know how this weekend is going to go down, exactly. What I really want is a full belly and a bunch of friends around me. That will be the goal.
I wish I had an idea or a story to tell here. Gosh, I haven't been having any weird ideas lately. I managed to make my computer dual-boot in XP and Ubuntu. That was pretty cool. I've started developing the habit of sorting beads in tiny bowls on my desk with tweezers, while I'm on the phone or listening to audio. Pretty humdrum, really.
"It's the First of May, the First of May,
Outdoor [CENSORED] starts today." - Coulton
Nik Chaikin's best line ever:
Nik, to me: You say you don't kiss and tell, but you sure can fucking insinuate.
My jobless existence is still pretty busy. Here's the schedule breakdown:
Pre-7:00 a.m.: Wake up
7:00 a.m.: Drive the gorgeous-even-while-groggy girlfriend to the metro station
7:15ish: Drive home
7:45ish: Ask self whether or not it's worth it to maybe fall asleep and get two hours before waking up for my...
10:30: Appointment to see my best friend/dental assistant at his house so I can prove I have another cavity - which is so lame, because I just got two filled a few weeks ago - and schedule an appointment with his mother/my dentist. Then I have to rush back from Pikesville to Columbia so I can be ready for...
12:00 noon: Kurt is taking me a Sysco food services thing at the Baltimore Convention Center. I'm going to wear business casual and pretend I'm a student at HCC. This is not the first time I've told a little white lie to eat free food for three hours.
5:00: Pick up Dave at Savage
After that, who knows?
March 14th looks continually uglier and uglier. I kind of... triple-booked, at least. I'm going to have to actually make a choice there.
Wulf the Younger, aka Daysaver, status report:
Job? No.
School? No.
Moving out? Sort of.
Girlfriend? Still, shockingly, yes.
Whichever genius rap artist coined the phrase "Mo' money, mo' problems" failed to recognize that having no money is a big fucking set of problems. But I'm working through it while I work on it. I helped my friend Kurt's family move a bunch of boxes today. This had a twofold benefit: one, I made 50 bucks, and two, it assisted the process of getting Kurt's parents out of their townhouse in Columbia, which happens to be the place I sort of plan on habitating for quite possiby up until spring of '09.
Yeah, the situation is mildly shady. Not quite sketchy, though. I'm trying to stay away from sketchy. Here's how it is. Kurt has been wanting to get the hell away from his parents ever since he left Towson. I've wanted to get the hell away from my parents for as long as I can remember. So it made sense that we'd go be roommates somewhere. Somewhere gradually evolved into his house, sans the actual owners. Those folks are going to Hershey due to new employment of Kurt's father. The plan was for me to move in and we'd split a modest rent. But said plan kept changing until eventually Kurt's dad decided to not charge rent and not allow roommates.
So I'm not technically moving in. I'm just going to sleep there a lot. And, you know, avoid the hell out of my parents. (By the way, spring of '09 is when they think the housing market will be just right to sell. I sure am glad they think that.)
In other news, I'm up to two salads a day. Three, if you count fruit salad. Home-made bread-turned-toast and lemon curd for breakfast, BK's tengergrill garden salad for lunch (no creamy dressings! went with lite italian), fruit salad and chicken with peanuts for dinner, and a girlfriend-made salad for holy-shit-it-takes-so-much-vegetable-matter-to-fill-me meal.
And just so you don't think I'm some sort of horrid significant other whom demands bowls of green leafy things from his lady, I did in fact make her a real dinner. Mashed potatoes and spicy chicken. "Spicy" involved olive oil, rosemary, sriracha, powdered chipotle, and a jamaican scotch bonnet hot sauce. I took a couple bites, and I honestly think it was rather impressive for a total throw-together dish.
I really, really need to catch up on all my WIF blogs. I haven't been a very good WIF. Hopefully I can get to that tomorrow. Have a great night, everyone.
She tells me she wants to get some something for Valentine's Day. I tell her it's unnecessary because the holiday is for her, not me. But I went ahead and sent her the link to my Amazon.com wishlist, for future reference.
She informs me nothing on my list is romantic. So what is romantic? I have what I believe is a fairly reasonable guess of what a romantic gift from a guy to a girl is. Flowers, chocolate, etc. I've already covered this ground. But what does a girl get for a guy? I certainly don't want more plants. I'm diabetic, so I really don't want candy. (Sugar-free stuff is rarely worth it.) I know I like books, dvds, tools, and anything inherently useful. Useful isn't a particularly romantic quality, is it? Certainly a dozen roses have absolutely no purpose beyond looking and smelling nice for a very short period of time.
Thinking about this issue leads me to a far broader question - what is romance? A type of love, yes? I read the wikipedia article on romantic friendship, which thoroughly convinced me that social constructionism is stupid. The article on romantic love is rather obtuse. Reading about this stuff and trying to relate it back to myself is giving me a headache.
So what is romance? Can I just... feel it? It can't just be about sexual desire, though the two must have a connection. I try to look at myself and I see that I have changed in little ways due to all the events since December 22nd, 2007. There has been rearrangement of priorities. It came about so quickly and yet seemed to utterly natural. That may be a clue.
As I think back on my relationships with close friends, I note that I have always been aware that what I tend to feel for people is in fact love as I understand it - a somewhat irrational degree of loyalty, and a willingness to rise above what I would do for myself to help others. I love my closest friends just as much as my family. But that's not at all romance. It's different from what I'm feeling now. Is that romance - the difference? I am at times thoroughly irrational, to the point where I find myself mystified as to my relationship with reality. But then there's something else there... it's the trust, the acceptance, and most of all the way it forces me to see that I can't possibly explain it and neither can I rationalize it away.
I still don't know what a romantic gift for a guy is. I may have some concept of what is romantic to a girl, but I have no clue what a guy is supposed to consider romantic in the way of material things.
I just want kisses for Valentine's Day.
I didn't get much sleep last night. I'm not sure exactly why. I was up until the wee hours talking with the girlfriend - she couldn't get to sleep either. We both take pills for this problem - it's annoying when they don't work. I managed to squeeze in maybe three hours, plus another hour after I drove her to the metro for work. After that I went to go see Barack Obama at UMD. Long story short, I forgot about my Kershaw pocketknife and my choices were A) lose the knife or B) call the more than a hour I spent in line a waste. I went with B - this blade was forty-seven and I'm gonna vote for the guy anyway.
In all seriousness, this is the twenty-first century. Why the heck can't the pocket-checker-people slap an RFID tag on my blade and let me come back for it? I realize I should have just left it at home, but I wasn't planning on stabbing anyone - and quite frankly, I could kill a normal-sized person with my bare hands rather easily. Not that I would, mind you - I don't think that sort of thing is proper. My point is, the knife just isn't a big deal.
Anyway, I'm not going to call it a total waste. I kept Adrienne's roommate Katie company in line. And I did have a bit on an adventure getting back to the Courtyards apartment. Did I mention I have no sense of direction, even while fully awake? Alone, sleepy, freezing, in an unfamiliar place, and still I managed to get back in one piece. I think I can call that a win.
The girl wants to go to this protest tonight concerning this place called College Perk. The city council wants to shut down the little bohemian coffee/booze joint because they aren't paying a liquor license fee. College Perk's management claims it's an illegal tax. I kind of wish I were still taking a paralegal course so I could ask a lawyer or judge about this case. I'm not anti-tax, but I am anti-double tax. I wish I had more time to research the issue, but I figure I'll just go anyway - when in doubt, I'm against the Man. Besides, a guy at the Perk gave me a free drink yesterday. Nice people should get to keep their jobs.
Life is not a race, so why are we rushing?
For those of you who don't know, the bathroom is where I pee. After I pee, I wash my hands. I can usually do this with no trouble because BOWLS DON'T GO IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM SINK!
Guess how long they've been there. Go on, guess. An hour? No. Since yesterday.
Care to guess why they're there? No idea? You see, Rania, the sort-of foster daughter my father took in without consulting the rest of the family, mashed up an avocado with olive oil and some other stuff.
Wait, what's that? I should be happy she's eating something other than mozzarella sticks and fried shrimp, you say? That would be great, dear reader. But the thing is, she used a perfectly good avocado, among other things, FOR HER HAIR!
I swear to you, there must be at least a dozen different bottles in my shower. I don't even use my own shampoo anymore - I borrow my mom's. Most of that crap is for hair, and most of it is for Rania. But that's not enough. Innocent produce has been needlessly sacrificed to the shallow, vacuous sponge living in the guest room.
Bowls in the bathroom sink? Who cares? I get to cuddle with her. Life is good.
I'm watching her in the kitchen right now.
The meal is almost ready. She's been preparing a feast for me over the course of something like the last three hours. Rose (ro-ZAY) sauce with chicken over thin spaghetti. St. George's Day mushrooms. A hasty but still delicious bruschetta. Caesar salad, because we both need to eat more vegetables. I contributed by throwing together a nice garlic paste to spread in the crevices of a crusty Italian loaf. (I also minced the onions and garlic - she's very sensitive to onions.)
Watching her softly sing to the oh-so-indie Belle and Sebastian cd she has playing makes me want to get up and give her a hug. It is senses-shatteringly obvious that this girl is both certifiably crazy and head over heels for me. And I'm right there in same groove, ya dig?
I have a heart in my hands and I'm very, very thankful for my gentler instincts.
Time for more bruschetta. I hope everyone's having a good time today.
