Meet "Southern"

WTF?!

It is the cat from my dream. except last night as I walked in the door, he walked in with me.

He is cuddley (i don't know if it is a boy or a girl... no i don't know how to tell) and a kitten. and very attached to me. I wake roommate up (at like 1 in the morning) to ask if we can keep him. Apparently i must give him a bath and feed him something 1st.

It is just strange that I dreamed him and he showed up. I think he shall be Southern Comfort. He really is sweet. and very snuggly. I like that. I think I need that.

*sigh*

A funny thing happened on the way to the forum...

I woke up happy.

and I am as confused as you are reading this.

Have you ever had a dream and woke up wondering what it meant?
Have you ever had a dream and woke up knowing exactly what it meant?

I got that second one, and I don't know what it was... It wasn't overly anything. Very realistic... nothing out of the ordinary, except Dream Killer was in it (we are no longer speaking.It has been 2 months and i am a better person for it)

He had a new girl roommate and a new cat named "Southern" in my dream.

I don't know what exactly equalled "happy". But I woke up feeling very settled. Today life is good.

Other updates... Bama is engaged. Little Bit told me. To a girl that worked with him at the gym here. I am in awe that his way worked. I get that he took in a huge amount and sifted... and it begets marriage? Interesting.

Had a real date with Goggles. Dinner and wine. It was nice. Today a crawfish boil and a bar-b-que. It was ok. I'm just not into him, and I will never be. And now we are looking for the words to tell him so and still have him train me. (or put me in touch with his old swim coach because we need to clean up some bad strokes.)

however i did lose 3 lbs this week (though i probably gained them all right back today)

In other news... I am sticking with my bad law school for a year and trying to transfer before next summer. We'll see how this goes.

I love him!

I am holding auditions to be in my wedding party!

why? because i want the thriller dance.
Please proceed to video if you have not already done so.

But K you are not engaged...
I think you are missing the point! Please watch the video again
You are not even seriously dating...
Why must we argue semantics. THRILLER!
Don't you think you are jumping the gun just a smidge? what if your friends are rythmically challenged?
My theory on this is that you really only need one guy that is TOTALLY into it to make this work. Stick him in front and watch the magic happen!


and for my challenged friends... i am confident in my ability to make new ones!

Can one really base a whole wedding around an after party dance?
It would be an Indian wedding anyway, by definition that is at least 1/2 freakshow... and besides..
THRILLER! need I say more?
Where do I sign up?
uh... 1st i need a date I like.

have made it work out #2 w/Goggles. (which is what I am calling him). I get why one needs to change trainers every so often. Apparently my current weakness is lower abs. and Cissy lets me get away with that.

Also... ran at a 6 min pace for 3 minutes. that is growth for me. Countdown to when I tell him this is not dating.

M says I have to tell him. otherwise i might not.

Check 1, 2.

coupla questions...

1. When did working out become a date?
2. How does one not see people through beer goggles when one has been drinking?
3. How does one politely say "I'm sorry, i met when I was drinking... now that I've seen you today, I realize that I am NOT in fact attracted to you. bye".
4. How come when Mom's locks herself out of somewhere... it is literally a countdown until I do it too...
5. and last but not least.... when was the last time your mom dropped you off for a date.

The answer to #5, for me, is today.

Off we go.

Start with Thursday. Jenny Bear, Tourettes' and I had dinner to plan our vacation and the upcoming of Jen's B-day. It's in New Orleans 2nd week of June... staying Friday through Sunday. It is going to ROCK!

Chicago may come down. (scary.)

Also, Happy Drunk Ken Doll is working on tickets to the Hornets game (yes game 7 against the Spurs)... even if there are not tickets involved, we will be watching it in a bar and randomly partying in the Quarter. That outing is me Bunkles and Christmas.

Futher, Happy Drunk yipped at me over not submitting an app to Loyola yet... "K, if I ask someone to let you in and there is no application... what is the point?!" I feel like he is judging me. Need a new personal statement and that is scary also.

Back to the list.

After Thursday dinner (this was important because there was a bottle of pinot noir involved). DJ Sabrozo calls and wants to do 80's night at some club. I'm down for this, I haven't been to a club in you know how long?!

So I meet him, we go. I had been drinking since 7. It is now 11. This place is packed, and the yuppies dance. Me? I don't like crowds. I'm possibly getting progressively more claustraphobic... I just don't like it. DJ is cool. we find a table and get drinks.

He is determined to break me out of this and before I can finish a drink/go to the bathroom/ or have another drink... we have to make the rounds. Meaning walk around the dance floor or the upstairs part. Like being around people will make me a people friendly person. nope.

But I find what I think is cute. So I start with that. "Hi, you are the best looking guy in here. What is your name?" did you see how I did not ask him how old he was.

We talk about I don't know what. I amuse myself by singing Madonna. quite loudly. The funny part is I made everyone around me sing too.

My arms are getting more definition and I am wearing a sleeveless shirt. He asks if I work out and if I would like to do so with him. I say "can you make me drop 20 lbs" he says yes and I am intrigued.

We try to schedule. Friday not good for him and he is supposed to be in N.O. this weekend. DJ is ready to leave. I say "bye" and he says "wait!!!"

I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to give him my number. Yes, I do. I was drinking and I thought he was cute.

Kudos to him for following up... he asked me to lunch on Friday... which I flaked on to have lunch w/Bunkles (and plot mission impossible to steal his glitter ball). He asks if I want to work out today. I say yes (I can always use a new trainer).

On to today. Amidst running errands... I have successfully locked my keys in the house. All I have is my laptop, the power cord and my cell phone. I am wearing the workout clothes I wore to Yoga. The roommate is 3 hours away fishing in Grande Isle until tomorrow night. F*CK!

Luckily I live 2 subdivisions aways from my mom. It wasn't on purpose, but it is nice. I call, she says "you don't have to explain, c'mon!". I walked for like 30 min. I get there in time to ask her to drop me off at the gym a couple of streets away.

The boy is quiet. Not like overly so... but he talks a hell of lot less than I do. He is calmer also. I look like a spass with a short attention span. He is very focused. and less cute than I previously thought. But it's like the practice for dating, yes? It is me getting the bugs out for sitting next to someone I am more attracted to. Goodness that makes me sound shallow.

I keep the lock out, mom drop off to myself.

The workout was good. He did football and track (of course he did... that seems to be my m.o.) and got a college scholarship out of it. He's good. Today was him guaging me. Apparently... I'm pretty good myself (*translation... for a girl).

He did also mention that he is going to N.O. to see his new baby God-daugter, and put it off a day to see me. and i commence feeling like a sh*t.

When I am done, he is going to get some weights in before he is done, I use this opportune moment to call my mommy to pick me up. luckily she lives right around the corner, and I will never have to explain this to him.

On the way home he texts to invite to me play in a wiffle ball tournament tomorrow. Which sound so fun... but I demurely say I can't with no explanation.

Mom is nervous about me driving the truck with no licence... and I just couldn't imagine being dropped off.

yes i am a dork.

I AM NOT A CYNIC! i am intolerant.

there is a difference, gosh darnit!

At some point today I decided I would be more productive at a coffee shop. There were too many distractions at work (the stupid people kept talking to me), even locked away I got 11ty billion emails... and then mom locked herself out of the beautiful new truck (and I reminded her why I get the spare set of keys ALL the way to her house to pick up the spares and ALL the way back to her work).

Onward. at said shoppe. yuppie people are following me. I found random yuppie girlie friend to shoot the sh*t with. She is a bit too sugar smacks for my taste. But live and let live.

She goes to the restroom and comes back to tell me all about it.

"OMG! you HAVE to go in there! the air freshener is so yummy! it is like a Vanilla HUG!"

i'm not making this up. she really said that. honestly who puts those words together in a sentence?

anyway, i am sufficiently intrigued because i have the attention span of a puppy. So i must check it out.

K: Honey, that is not a vanilla hug... that is someone who got espresso+vanilla syrup+milk and it did not go well.

G: How can you be so mean?! What do you mean?

K: What you are smelling is someone's sick.

G: still didn't get it

K: look at my drink. Why do i get a vanilla latte w/half soy and half non-fat milk

G: so you don't get sick?

K: right. (intolerant means lactose intolerant) what you are smelling is vomit.

and sadly, girlie had to leave me shortly thereafter.

p.s. She did not keep her coffee and this amuzed me to no end.

Today I met someone...

not in the way that you think.



I blog it because i think it might be significant.



This has been an amazing week. Let's start with I applied and was accepted the same day to law school. Let's further explain it is to evening school which would allow me to still do what I do and have my company pay for it (as a reimbursement to the max allowable by the IRS). The downside, it is in BR, LA and considered a crap school to the rest of the United States.



and I can hear the Dream killer's response to my ever present "What if I don't get into a good school"... he says "Then you be the best at a bad school".


So here's the thing... i ran the lakes this morning and went to my favorite coffee shop to read a bit. i ran into one of the girls i met on law school campus when I was being given the tour. She is super sweet and telling me all about the program etc. Then there is J.Harris who is the #2 ranked person in his class and starting to clerk for a HUGE firm in LA. both are giving me the realities of life and acceptance to this school. After a grounding conversation they go their respective ways.



Intro MARY. She is the person I met of some significance.

"i didn't want to say anything because your friends were there, but did you know that X is a crap school? why aren't you going to Loyola or Tulane?"

blah blah, i love my job, they will pay for it, opportunity with my company... etc.

"there will be other job. you can get a job anywhere. they will pay for that because tuition is so cheap, you will only be able to stay in LA. do you want to do that? Forgive me for saying so but you would be limiting yourself"

blah blah just applied, just got in, could i still be considered for Loyola. the amazing debt etc etc.

"if you finish from there, or even your 1st year, you can transfer to Tulane... and get a job anywhere. knock that debt out in 5 years. the reputation of the school speaks for itself".

and i know this. she gives me the name of someone in the admissions office to call.

i am going through the mental rolodex... i have a guy who has a grandfather on the Board at Loyola... that might be worth something.

She said a bunch more... but nothing i haven't heard before, nor anything that i did not tell myself. I am afraid of rejection.. but I did promise myself the best possible shot.

So we take the shot and see what happens.

also... so the Vice Chancellor at school X calls to tell me I was accepted... and shows me around campus... and tells me there is a scholarship if I transfer to full day (and quit work). Know why? my humbling LSAT score is the 2nd highest in my incoming class. This does not make me feel good. Especially since I hate that score and tested so much higher.

so realignment of focused energy.

if Loyola is a resounding no we have the crap shoot and will simply have to make that work and beg borrow and steal to transfer.

Because I am done low-balling myself.

and i am a competitive jerk. I can do this and I owe myself the best possible shot.

jesus christ what am i doing?!