GasBandit
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Meet your Advisor, Dr. Petra Dieb...
Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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My mother looked at me on FaceTime this morning ns told me that she hated my new hair and that she likes my natural hair colour best.
Well, good morning to you too.
My hair was naturally almost black. That's far too dark for someone with see through pale skin. Note that I said was. My hair dresser no longer has to use bleach to get my roots blonde if you know what I mean...
In any event, it's temporary colour and she knows that I love it. I've had a rough hair year with my meds causing it to fall out (not completely thank god), come back in with a totally different texture and it's just starting to get back to normal. There was no need to be so rude. I would never tell her that I hate her hair.
Sadly, it's a step up from the summer when she told me how much she hated it then mocked me for how bad she thought it looked. Even after I told her that the cut and colour choices were to camouflage what the meds were doing to it and that I was having trouble styling my hair now that it was coming in all wavy. My new hair that replaces what I lose isn't coming back in straight.
Rude, rude, rude!!
Well, good morning to you too.
My hair was naturally almost black. That's far too dark for someone with see through pale skin. Note that I said was. My hair dresser no longer has to use bleach to get my roots blonde if you know what I mean...
In any event, it's temporary colour and she knows that I love it. I've had a rough hair year with my meds causing it to fall out (not completely thank god), come back in with a totally different texture and it's just starting to get back to normal. There was no need to be so rude. I would never tell her that I hate her hair.
Sadly, it's a step up from the summer when she told me how much she hated it then mocked me for how bad she thought it looked. Even after I told her that the cut and colour choices were to camouflage what the meds were doing to it and that I was having trouble styling my hair now that it was coming in all wavy. My new hair that replaces what I lose isn't coming back in straight.
Rude, rude, rude!!
Went to the gym with my wife tonight. We decided to stop and get "cheap chicken" on the way home. ($1.19 for two pieces of dark meat Tuesday special) Got our food, it was so fresh and hot, got the dreaded clicky-no-starty noise from the car. Battery cell had finally died, the Texas heat did it in. So, quick trip for cheap chicken turned out to be not so cheap.... $150 bucks not cheap, but we had the money, and that's why it's only a whine.
An hour after I got it, it was still warm, and not bad for chain chicken special.
Sort of off topic, but the portable battery charger that I just bought to power my MacBook and DS etc when I'm away from home also boosts a car battery on the go and comes with jumper cables. It's fast charging through a cigarette port in your car so you'd never need another car to boost you if you run into battery issues in the future.
A baby or toddler sized kid?
Toddler. 19 months.
I was laughing at the hillbilly jacuzzi he had going on when a surprise popped out. Luckily the shower was able to break it up enough to go down the drain.
FIGHT ME!
Actually, I do have a new advisor. He used to teach at University of Houston from 1994-2006.
Won't have worked on this, it was a cell of the battery that died, so not an issue of being able to jump it on a Honda. We do have something similar that we keep around though.
LEEERRRRrrRrRRrrRRr come on now LEEERRRrrRrRrrrRRrrRrr dangit LEEEERRrrrRrrRrRRrRrr come on baby, you can do it...
@Bubble181 Here's your explanation.
--Patrick
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While I completely agree that your mother was horribly out of line, and you should absolutely color your hair however you please, I gotta say this: I think black hair and pale skin is an awesome look.
Super nice of you to say
My dad clearly isn't a fan either, but just said nothing.
I grew up in a family of three super conservative people, so even ear piercing is a big deal lol. Our family Thanksgiving is in less than two weeks and I'm sure that my mum will buy me a hat to wear to it
I had a decently bad cold the past few days, but I'm feeling better now. Stuffiness is pretty much gone and my throat doesn't hurt anymore.
Only problem is for whatever reason, the only lingering issue is that I basically can't talk. I either have to be a mute, or pretty much shout (which cant be good for my throat). Normally that wouldn't be so terrible since I spend a lot of time alone on the weekends, but this weekend I have friends visiting...
Only problem is for whatever reason, the only lingering issue is that I basically can't talk. I either have to be a mute, or pretty much shout (which cant be good for my throat). Normally that wouldn't be so terrible since I spend a lot of time alone on the weekends, but this weekend I have friends visiting...
Visiting family in a few days. If my mom starts drinking after she promised she would take a break for just the short time we're there, it's my last visit.
Aaaaand.... her funeral is on Tuesday.
First day back at work after holiday. I've ranted/whined/complained about my boss before. He hasn't actually done or said anything bad or wrong or annoying so far, perhaps even on the contrary...But my heart's been pounding since yesterday, with short spaces of lack of breath, just being completely wound up... I feel physically ill, and when he just walked in here to hand me some work (of course), I genuinely felt sick. A sort of low grade terror, trembling, fear....Ugh.
Combined with the thoughts coming now that I just don't actually want to do this work, I don't find it fullfilling enough, and...I dunno. My girlfrie"nd returns to work today, too. Her attitude is something of "oh, sure, vacation is fun, but I look forward to seeing the people again and start work again!". Mine is somewhere between existential dread and physcial illness and revulsion.
I need to get out of here, but I have no clue what I do want to do, or how to go about getting there. And I Do need the money.
Really, I hope this passes soon and I can get up with the "normal" amount of ugh-Monday-morning desire to stay in bed, instead of "I should call a doctor this isn't healthy" levels of distress.
Combined with the thoughts coming now that I just don't actually want to do this work, I don't find it fullfilling enough, and...I dunno. My girlfrie"nd returns to work today, too. Her attitude is something of "oh, sure, vacation is fun, but I look forward to seeing the people again and start work again!". Mine is somewhere between existential dread and physcial illness and revulsion.
I need to get out of here, but I have no clue what I do want to do, or how to go about getting there. And I Do need the money.
Really, I hope this passes soon and I can get up with the "normal" amount of ugh-Monday-morning desire to stay in bed, instead of "I should call a doctor this isn't healthy" levels of distress.
Had to move a party of guests to a different table than the one they ordinarily would have gone to, while I was taking their drinks I grabbed a passing server to ask if he could go find the waitress who would have served them originally and let her know to pick up the new table instead, which he dutifully did for me. Fast forward 15 minutes, the guests come up to the host stand angry that they haven't been greeted by their server yet. I go to the kitchen and find her, ask her why she hasn't taken it. Apparently when the other guy I sent back told her, she "thought he was joking." And proceeded to get mad at *me* that I didn't personally run back to tell her the first time, because apparently since it's "my job" to tell her it's not valid information if she doesn't hear it straight from me. BITCH WHY WOULD THAT BE A JOKE. ARE YOU MENTALLY HANDICAPPED. WHY WOULD YOU NOT BE TIPPED OFF WHEN YOU GO TO THE DINING ROOM AND ACTUALLY SEE THAT THE TABLE IS REALLY SAT AND THAT WE'RE NOT SENDING ANY GUESTS TO YOUR ORIGINAL TABLE. GUESS I'LL KEEP "NOT MY JOB" IN MIND NEXT TIME YOU ASK FOR HELP BRINGING BREAD STICKS TO A TABLE. I swear I started working at a restaurant with the expectation of difficult customers, but I wasn't prepared for this level of dumb coworkers.
So I was drunk on Saturday and decided to text some kind of rude things about one of the friends I was with to another friend. Only I sent it to the guy I was shittalking by accident. I only noticed by looking at my past messages but I know he had to have seen them. He hasn't mentioned anything which is super-nice of him but I feel like such a shitty person for it. I don't even know if I should apologize or just continue pretending they didn't happen like he seems to be doing.
GasBandit
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I did 2 days ago. Fortunately I have a built-in defense mechanism of unintelligibility through autocorrect.
Welp, she started seeing someone. So it WAS a case of "It's not that I don't want to date. I just don't want to date YOU."So, that girl I mentioned in the Minor Victory thread? She offered to go for coffee this afternoon after she was done her nanny job. So I biked downtown to meet her.
THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATER, I biked home.
And...look, I've met plenty of people. I've dated girls. I've been in love. But I've never been...astonished.
She's amazing. We both admitted there was like this instant connection. She's into yoga. She meditates. She used to bike in Toronto (and looking to buy a bike here). One of her favourite movies is What Dreams May Come (she almost gasped in surprise when I mentioned it). Hell, she even said she also had a personal reason for Superman being one of her favourites. She wants to try new things and even showed an interest in reading more comics. The more I learned about her, the more I swear there was a hidden camera somewhere, waiting for the host to pop out after the punchline.
We discussed several possibilities to see each other again. Her joining me to a yoga class. She volunteered to be a "victim" to practice on for yoga instructing. I offered to drive her to Value Village and help her get some things for her new place. Or maybe going on a long bike ride on the trails around here. She even invited me to the place she goes for meditation.
She's just...wow. WOW. I've never said this about any girl before, but...I want to marry this girl.
I can hear what some of you are saying: "Holy shit, Nick, she sounds amazing and almost perfect for you! But why is this in the Whine thread?"
Because I am utterly terrified I'll fuck this up. This is Hopeless Romantic Nick in overdrive. I fully understand that I'm probably overreacting here. But I'm so insecure when it comes to dating, relationships, and anything like that that I'm terrified I'll get too overzealous and scare her away. She just got out of a relationship right before she moved and she admits she's still hurting from that. We talked about a LOT of things in those three and a half hours, including dating and relationships. I told her about my overzealousness, too. Really, we were both open about...everything. It was refreshing to meet someone who comes across as genuine and open like I like to think I am.
And I just know I'm gonna fuck this up.
I give up. I give up trying. I give up pursuing. I'll be single forever and die alone.