A Case of the Lonelys

My Innernia's been acting up today. And I've got a case of the lonelys. It's not a matter of having been on my own today--far from that. I've been at work all day and have been surrounded by such warmth and good times, jokes and laughter, but yet there's just a little something tugging at the back of my brain...

I think I'm going to go home and turn up the music and clean me some house. That oughta do it.

Re-quotable quotes

Went out this weekend with dimps, Squiggly (who I am strongly tempted to re-name Chuckie), and Donkeypunch/DP/Punchie/The Perv/Mendonca. Man, what good times were had.

On the way down to the clubbing district, we shared the stories that ended up constituting the majority of our coversation that night.

Squiggly's story was basically a tale of loyalty. While in Cancun, he discovered that a girl whom his friend was obviously and heavily doting on turned out to have a boyfriend--a boyfriend that she failed to mention the the guy that was bending over backwards for her affection. Angry that she would lead his friend on like that, he unleashed his fury on her after a night of partying and ingesting some liquid courage. Following a life-saving manouvere in which Squiggly pulled said girl from the path of an on-coming bus, he took a moment to ream her in front of their crowd of friends.
    "One day when your boyfriend cheats on you, fucks another girl AND gets her pregnant, who's gonna be there for you?! Only your momma!!!"
    "Whoa! Squiggly, what's wrong with you? Maybe you should go to the room."
    *dramatic directional finger point* "To the sportsbar!"
    "What happened to him? He seemed like such a nice guy!"

Punchie's story was of why he wanted us to rename Squiggly to Chuckie.

So, I'm Squiggly's roommate, so I'm in close quarters with him all the time. Well, one night, it's like 5am, and there's some squeaky, creaking noise coming from outside my door in the common-area. I'm like "ah shit" because just earlier that week, a cabinet out there had fallen off the wall. So, at that godawful hour of the morning, I get out of bed to look, and when I get out there, what do I see? Our dear friend Squiggly crankin' through some exercise on our Total Gym like he thinks he's Chuck Norris! What a nut.

Hence, the desire for us to follow his lead in renaming Squiggly to Chuckie.

And finally, dimps's quick one-liner to some guy about why she wouldn't swap emails with him after Cuba or even drop him a line.
    "Frankly, you make me feel uncomfortable."

Now, after all that back-story, you might realize why 3 or 4 sentences were all that were required to make the night hilarious.

"Yo momma!"

"You're making me a little uncomfortable..."

"To the sportsbar!"

"Chuck Norris doesn't sleep...he waits."

If we could use one of our sentences, we would. Every chance we got. Actions and everything. It didn't matter that we'd just said it in the sentence before, it was still SO DAMNED FUNNY!

*sigh*

I guess you had to be there...
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YO MOMMA!
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When Chuck Norris does push-ups, he's not pushing himself up, he's pushing the Earth down.

Combusted and burned

And so in my not-feeling-like-stepping-up-to-my-responsibilities mood yesterday, I decided that my blog needed a face-lift. Pink just didn't fit what I felt. And so...ta-da! It still needs a little work, but I'm starting to feel like it's me again. This layout and colour scheme is pretty close to the one that I originally began blogging with...only the colours are a little off. But I'm liking it. And now when I post pretty pictures like the one below (which I borrowed from someone else's blog that was WAY more artistically inclined than my own--click on the picture to go there) they won't clash so hard with the background colours of my blog.

While going through the layout of my glob blog (true typo) last night, I realized that a bunch of my links were a little out of date, and while updating them, I realized I had to delete one. As much as I love reading about dimps and her musings, I had to respect the fact that while she recently moved that blog, it's location was released to only a select few--out of the way. And so, off she came.

Speaking of dimps, however, I just wanted to throw a quick thing out there. This weekend, I spent an entire day out in the sun, playing a beach volleyball tournament. By my own standards, I'd like to think I got a quite a bit of colour to me for an asian, but then I came across dimps's MSN picture. Tell me...

...do you see a korean in this picture--because I don't!

I have nothing on her. Granted, she spent a week in Cuba lying in the sun, but still. I was so proud. Damn you, dimps!

In an explosion of colour

I'm hiding. As many things as I have to do, and as much as I may want to do them right now, I'm resisting. It's a strange sort of oxymoronic situation I'm caught in right now.

As I may have mentioned a few posts back, we did a manditory "colours test" at work a while ago. After discussing several images, rating some statements, and then answering a few questions, it was calculated that I was exactly split down the middle between two dominant colours of personality; blue and gold (and as an interesting aside: I was also exactly split between my secondary colours, green and orange). Blue was indicative of my touchy-feely (the presenter's words, not mine), personal, emotional side. Gold was my side that was organized and functional, responsible, effective and efficient (green was my brainful logic, orange, my spontaneously outgoingness). Tonight is a perfect example of my two sides existing simultaneously, though not necessarily harmoniously.

My gold side is telling me to get things done as soon as possible--why postpone something that really only takes a moment to do? But then my blue side is telling me that it's an emotional overload and that I should really just take time for myself--when it comes down to it, I have to take care of myself first and foremost. For other things it's my blue side telling me that I should be more considerate of other people and their feelings, and my gold side is telling me that somethings are so logical that I shouldn't need to spend time tending to such details.

I'm surprised that in my paradoxical simultaneous co-existence, my brain hasn't yet just spontaneously combusted.


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"Hello" - Evanescence

Playground school bell rings again
Rainclouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing hello
I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to hello

If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken hello
I'm the lie living for so you can hide don't cry

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping hello
I'm still here all that's left of yesterday
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Songs like those make my fingers ache for a piano.