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{October 6, 2008}   7 Days from Today

One week.

Let’s be quick here or I’ll find just ONE more excuse as to why I can’t do this today.

This is my one-week pledge: Today and Wednesday morning = cardio on treadmill, run for at least a half hour. Tonight and Wednesday night = 1 km run with puppies. Tuesday and Thursday night = longer than 1 km run with dogs, at least a half hour jog. Friday = go for the walk with mom or the puppies own run, long.

That’s it. Anything I do on top of that goal is a bonus. c’est toute. WordPress is my legend, my record. Someone is listening? possibly. Wish me luck.



{July 4, 2008}   One of these Days

So it’s been…. awhile. I miss you and your wordpress mystery to be very honest. But I’ve let the computer and all its fancy apps get away from me. Most largely due to the fact that I no longer work in an environment where a computer, with the internet and a program to use said internet is at my disposal. But I can admit I’ve found a way to live without those amenities.

That’s not to say I have little to report. I’m currently skating by on a 4-job spread. Today at 9:30 a.m., I’m subbing for my manager who’s having a bit of a breakdown and will be “attending” my first conference call. It’s exciting - while I’m bottom rung on the food scale at the portrait studio, I’m still a part of so much and I find I’m constantly being called in. That’s good. Despite the fact that all hours I work I don’t see the fruits of my labour for an entire two weeks after the pay period ends. That’s a negative but it does mean I pay forward my hard work. Actually, today’s pay will be greeted in great anticipation. I’m hoping for bonuses in from at least of the stores I worked in. Two or three weeks ago. But on top of the bonuses, I was called in to work twice (I think) and I’m pretty sure I’m getting overtime. So…. it’s exciting to make some $$. Not that I really see any of it but oh well. Baby steps.

Speaking of babies I have figured out my niche in making a baby smile - put whatever stuffed animal they like on my head. Of course being a master at Peek-A-Boo has its advantages too. In an seriousness though I’m loving making kids smile.

Disadvantage of the 8-hour shift however: my eating patterns are all screwed up. Seriously you go from training your body to rev up every three hours and then you get a job where the earliest you can eat is 9:30, 2 p.m., and 7:30 p.m. Anyone notice the massive gap? I think it’s finally taking a toll. I started carbing out in the mornings and the 2 p.m. break and forgetting to eat after 7 p.m. Now far more aware of it I’m thinking that my usual issue with the Lean+ and Abs+ vitamins being that I can never get down the timing of exactly 30 min before I eat is no longer an issue. I know when I’m going to eat and I can take out my pills early to remind me to take them. Today is Day #1 of Abs+/Lean+ back-on-the-wagon regimen. Wish me luck.

But at the same time I’m loving how I can go shop for a few inexpensive items every two weeks at Sirens. I even purchased a Sirens card which gives me 10% off every time. I wear the tights people! and dresses. To the club of course. And then I found these two T-shirts that have a cinched waist but a lot of “leg room” in the stomach area plus the three-quater sleeves are off-the-shoulder so I’m showing a little skin but can wear to the studio job as job as I’m wearing a mini-jacket on top. PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another key element of my club job and portrait job is my admitting I’m a Crocs convert. No, I will NEVER wear the scary sandals with huge holes in them. Instead Crocs has made a heeled wedge. I have pair in Black with two White Strip - PERFECT for the club and they show off my calves. Crocs also makes a ballet flat that’s the same material as the scary shoes but can actually be worn as business casual. The flats also have the bumps on the soles to help massage your feet while you walk/stand in them. Perfect for my 8+ hour standing shifts at the studio :)

But it’s 8:04 a.m. and I’ve got to shower/get ready for the studio job now. Ciao for now - Js



TOOK PICS of the gym’s basement yesterday — I like the ones that aren’t very marketable — go figure:

The assignment WAS to take action shots of people USING our gym equipment. But I just got the new flash. And I love taking the fun photos too.

Don’t worry I joked with the 8 or 9 guys who got their photos taken. Called them all male models. Told one of them that he looked happy that he was wearing a clean shirt. Great guys. :)

Lol - the first one could go on our notices: PLEASE RACK YOUR WEIGHTS. Market that one….

So I have to (HAVE to) construct some sort of portfolio of photos past. Sadly enough that means going over my carefully backed-up CDs from my year at the Leader/Niagara this Week. It’s no easy feat - I photographed everything.

What is that? Like actually not loving every photo I took isn’t tough enough. Apparently we’re having pizza today.

I have one (ONE!) photo in mind - and I took it with a Canon Powershot — a point-and-shoot. That’s kind of terrifying if you ask me. Sept 29/08 - One of my first official FORT ERIE jobs at the Peace Bridge Authority Office Building Opening.

There’s the Surfing Santa too.. from Dec 24/06

Ohh Nov 6 (rain dated from Oct 12) the Bi-National Walk Against Domestic Violence - two sides of the walk met on the Peace Bridge. I was there, across the way - my first I ever WALKED the Peace Bridge - All to take a photo.

Oh the Earth Day celebrations 2007 - I have some good ones of the boy scout making little planter. And I think I have one of people building Blue Bird feeders.

Oh! my first BIG Political Story - Covering Hedy Fry’s (Liberal Party Leadership Campaign - July 2006).

Wow what I trip down…. that lane…. call it what you want.

Below is my desk right now… the CDs are the backups… the papers on the typing stand is JP work, the papers to the left (bottom) are all my job search efforts, under them are my Relay for Life work (which btw is not running at all).

Dr. Darryl just surprised me! My orthotics are in!!! I get to running again! In my new running shoes! YAY!!

OMG - after all that Walmrt Portrait studio just called - training shcedule for next week



Whole Lotta Stuff taken!

So the Angel of Death Advisor actually spoke to me like a human being today. Not only that but she praised me! strange, she said my emails back in January/February were off-putting but that she finally understood my frustration with the Brock U system. I was glad I went to see her. My theory has always been “3 classes to go - 2 histories, 1 science context - BE DONE BY DECEMBER 2008″ Great mantra to live by, btw. Well today I learned it wasn’t a theory - it’s fact. And I mean I’ve already fulfilled every other requirement to graduate. ONE MORE TERM people —- ONE MORE!!!!!!!!!! yay!!! Now, how am I going to pay for that? good question…. I think I could call that a payment plan… running scared from the Financial Records office. Working on it.

In other news, I think it’s safe to say I have a fourth job. Being that I’m still looking for a third the fourth should be the third but it’s an on-the-side-of-the-side job. I’ve just found 2 FT receptionist positions for businesses less than a block away from the gym. One requires in-person drop off, the other an email form. Which brings me to my Blah Today posting. I was trying to view the pdf and thought I could see it if I published it. It didn’t work but Steven’s head swelled with my apparent admiration for him and his resume. I’m thinking it’s fine time for me to learn Adobe Illustrator like this boy. Anyone else see the skill on this one? Where is Stirling when you need her?

The fourth-er is a Photography job (yay!) Betsy got a new addition a Canon Speedlite 430Ex external flash and I must say it’s doing wonders. I’m happy to do the fun re-sizing and processing of my photos after I’m done taking the shots (which happens between 11:30 p.m. and 1:30 a.m. at Charlie Cantina’s in Niagara Falls) and then send them off before I’m done for the day. It actually qualifies as income — $60 a night for about 3.5 hours of work (including travel time). That’s not bad! And I want to work with the photos see if I can add filters and such to them. Something to improve on :)

The third job applications:

- graphic designer - NF (int’d)

- trail guide - PoCo (int’d)

- office manager residential summer camp - St.C

- rabies technician (it’s a job, people!) - NF

- administrative assistant - PoCo

- receptionist - Fonthill

- photographer - Aexian Studios - Fonthill (just called and have an interview this Friday at 10 a.m.)!

- club photographer - beforelastcall.com!! (got it!)

- Planter/bouquet arranger - Niagara Region

- proofreader - SansErra (online)

INTERVIEWED for:

- graphic designer (followed-up no-go)

- trail guide (should follow-up)

- Walmart Portrait Studio photographer (REALLY REALLY WANT - need to follow-up)

- stable help (temp - give possibly 2 more days and then follow-up)

UPCOMING INTERVIEWS

- photographer - Aexian Studios - Fonthill (just called and have an interview this Friday at 10 a.m.)!

Made my first follow-up call today in most likely 3 years. The last one was to Darren who fumbled on the phone to explain how hiring and/or reading my resume had fallen off the priority list. So I guess I should do more follow-ups because while this one today was filled, Darren’s phone call led to a great job and a bunch of great friends and references. I still bug Darren to this day that he never really read all of my resume before my interview. But he hired me so, so what?

Ya apparently I got paid this weekend - for the gym and JP. Who knows where my cheques are. Because I don’t.



{May 11, 2008}   blah today

newresumeai11  Steven’s Res



{April 26, 2008}   Hello from South Dakota!!!

I’m in South Dakota (finally) and thought I’d give you a quick update. We arrived safely in Minnesota (St. Paul) Thursday evening. I had the usual short-plane migraine that quickly disappeared the second I got off the plane. My dad took my big camera from me when I was taking pictures from the plane because he wanted to do it. :)

Thursday night we stayed in Minnesota, Bloomington, at a Super 8 hotel. I had my own room - so not bad I’d say. We worked out for free at Bally’s Fitness at 10:30 p.m. to midnight and I’m slow but did about a 12-minute mile. I need to get that down to about a 7-minute mile but that will come with time. Also I had done 15 minutes on a stair master and 10 minutes on a cross-trainer before running that mile on a track with my parents.

Friday morning we left the Super 8 completely packed up and checked out the Mall of Americas where guess what is inside??? A Nickelodeon Amusement park! An entire park with at least 4 rollercoasters IN the mall. We were floored, took pics, would have gone on the rides but we had to get on the road - 4 hour trip to South Dakota (here) and there was a storm warning in effect.
 
We made it to South Dakota in about 5.5 hours (ah!!) there was snow where the weather reports said there wasn’t supposed to be snow. It’s the end of April and there’s snow. Just our luck, right? so we got to the hotel in Flandreau, SD and guess what? My dad asked the lady at the front desk how to get to / where are the historical features of the city — the lady answers — “the casino and the hotel that’s attached to it - you’re in the hotel.” So… you know wainfleet? it’s more lively than this place. Seriously drive out about 15 minutes from any signs of civilization in Wainfleet and plunk a massive Casino and adjoining hotel. Even the casino is like a ghost town. Also the snow storm continued to hit this place so it could have been a factor.
 
So we drove around the town, wondering if people actually lived in the houses we saw. We were on a mission - my Dad once received a rock from his co-worker Shirley who was passing on a native tradition: “Give a rock from a place of native heritage to someone who gave your something for nothing.” Shirley gave my dad a rock because he gave her knowledge in exchange for nothing. He received his rock last September and keeps it with him as often as he can. When he told Shirley about his trip to Flandreau she told him “it’s his turn to give a rock” because the area where we are staying to daying is a part of the Sioux Empire which is of course rich with Aboriginal history. So in the middle of ghost town, with EVERYthing covered in at least 4 inches of snow we were on the hunt for a rock or two with some history. Well guess what? the town with no people has one school with an elementary and high school attached. We saw on the internet that it was originally the first aboriginal school built in South Dakota. Now it has an attached soccer field, a football stadium (with lights and everything) and an indoor pool. In the Niagara Region we can’t find one place that will allow us to play football with lights. A ghost town with no people has a football field with lights. So out me, my mom and my dad go - in the snow running from one point to another searching for loose rocks. We found some, I bolted for the car. Then my mom followed. Then finally my dad came back with another 5 rocks or so. Then we start to drive away, I see more rocks jutting from the roadway on the side and my dad immediately slams on the brakes, jumps out of the car again and goes rock hunting again. This continues for about a block down the road.
 
Finally we decide we have more than enough rocks, want to find a place to work out and know we’re not going to get that from Flandreau.
 
So after a quick jog back to the hotel to pack all our work out clothes, we chose Sioux Falls to go to. The city on a normal, sunny day is about a half hour drive south of Flandreau and magazines/brochures promised things like civilization. The half-hour drive took us at least an hour but I didn’t mind. I’d bought a Reader’s Digest during our stop along the way to Flandreau earlier that day and there was the large section on American IQ/Trivia quizzing. So my parents and I were engaged with something interactive and a bit of intellectualism too. :)
 
We arrived in Sioux Falls and my dad wanted to see the actual falls, it’s in the name — there should be falls, right? Without the GPS helping we nosyed around the town following signs and such and finally found a Falls Park. After doing 5 laps around the area, plus on the bridge a few times and we finally saw some rushing water — like rapids, caused by falls (who would have guess that three people born and raised near the Niagara Falls would have such trouble identifying like bodies of water to find another set of falls?). My dad parked the car and was out before me and my mom could brace ourselves from the parking. By now it was night fall and it was still snowing. My dad took pictures of the falls with his cell phone camera, I had my big camera and my mother, knowing we wanted rocks while we were there chose to disregard all those stories we hear about people climbing on to the rocks at nearby Niagara Falls and falling in and drowning — she climbed on to a bank of rocks which were completely accessible but still freaked me out. I got a few pictures of her looking for rocks.
 
We finished our stay at Sioux Falls at a diner downtown which on the outside looked like someone had attached a fine-dining restaurant to an original donut diner-esque building. Inside there was the original diner look and then the attached seating area of again fine dining. The food was really good and we just ate and ate while still talking trivia and out-smarting each other. Needless to say we weren’t in the mood for working out after ward and it was about 11:30 p.m. anyway when we got back on the road.
 
We got to sleep in late and we’ve just made plans to return to Bloomington tonight after my dad’s presentation which is scheduled for 4 p.m. (5 p.m. in Niagara). My dad finally caved and is allowing me to handle a power point presentation for him and my mom will be filming him in the back. He will have his entourage after all :)
 
Ok that’s all for now! Hope you’re having a great weekend without snow. - Jez


One hour into my “volunteered” 10 hour shift at the gym today. Although I’ve only been here for 45 minutes. I was late. I feel like hell. I killed the battery (which otherwise would be ok) on my cell. I’m guessing it died while I asleep. No alarm this morning. What’s sad is I have a clock radio. Plugged in and sitting right beside my pillow. I’ve had a suspicion that it no longer sounds the alarm. I’m going to confirm my suspicision tonight and possible invest a whole $6 at walmart tomorrow in a new clock radio. One whose alarm works. Thankfully the members at the gym were nice to me for being about 12 minutes late for opening the gym. I’m still going to have to deal with Lee - the MANAGER - but she won’t know until I tell her. At 4 p.m.

Ok 7 a.m. - Frank Hall, sweaty and owing $$, decided to scratch his back on the counter. Gross.

8:15 a.m. - Last hour flew by. Spilled egg white upstairs. Found the phone charger.  Made tea. 8:07 a.m. - 4 minutes to win Madonna CD and possibly concert tickets was exactly when the internet went down. There is a contest every hour until 6 p.m., I’ll be listening if it kills me. Oh good 4 crazies just happened into the gym.

9:23 a.m. - Facebook let me back on and now chatting/message with cute boy I met on okcupid.com. I’m holding back from getting all flustered and such. It’s nice to say hello though. TV volume is cranked to drown out maniac member with rubber-ducky voice who just yelled out (about Rachel Ray) “she looks more like Oprah every day, doesn’t she, LAY-DEES??” ya no one heard her but me. Mission accomplished.

12:31 p.m. - ok have called VISA and my MBNA MCs. I’m in the hole people. A lot less than I was a year ago. But still in the hole. Have budgetted on Google Docs (cuz I can look at it everywhere and any where that way). I can afford my life as long as I stick to some kind of budget. All my paychecks from JP (ranging from $750 to $850 biweekly) have been listed as $400 because the rest goes straight back to my mom. I just don’t think during the week, this week especially I’ll have the time to go to the pool with Becky and Jenna unless I start work earlier on each day. Meaning waking up after working until 1:30 a.m., I’m working on this. I’m starving.

 

 



{April 8, 2008}   Tons to forget about!

We’ll start and end with my health.

a) I attended to health services at Brock almost three weeks ago and endured my first PAP smear. Ladies, we already go through so much. I walked around feeling hollowed out, scraped and violated for at least four hours afterward. I realize that apparently it was a little late in the process - my being 25 - the average age my gal pals got their first PAP was 18 so I should buck up. Thankfully Jenna could meet me after the traumatizing visit, we had tea together and I tried to get over it and get my head back in the game — school. For the most part it worked. SO originally I needed 10 days from the smear to get the results back. I ended up waiting 14 days. Whateves. According to my lady doctor - I was describing symptoms of Bacterial Vaginosis (as I suspected) however GUESS WHAT my labs said?? I’m perfectly fine. When have I ever been more distressed to find out I’m fine??? so after I tried to get over that shock the lady doc decided to treat me anyway. Thanks buddy. I’ll let you know if the symptoms go away when I’m done my meds.

b) I have not bought a single pair of real shoes in almost two years. Mind you I bought a pair of peep-toe heels for the summer at TJ Maxx at the beginning of February - BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO WEAR THEM YET. So they don’t cound. After Jenna treated me and Becks to manicures on Friday and showed us all her great buys I decided - enough was enough, I’m not buying cheap crap, but I deserve at least a new pair of shoes. Sunday I got my wish and visited Payless Shoes, picked out in record 10 minutes time two pairs to die for. Then I asked about BOGO (buy one, get one half off) as Payless is known for. Apparently there would be a sale starting today. I said outloud that I should probably wait. Guess what??? the salesgirl offered to hold my shoes til today! I’m finally buying new shoes!

c) Well April 1 was my last English class. Farewell hilarious Mark. I was actually sad to be done English and then this Sunday I went to attend the first annual undergrad History Symposium at Brock and got lost in the “new” History, English and Visual Arts building. Guess who I found? Mark! in the English TAs office. So we talked then, then I went to the symposium and then I visited with Mark again. Ya, I feel like we now have ended on a good note and now I can maybe stay in touch with him.

d) April 2, 2008 @ 1p.m. - Blood Pressure taken at Shopper’s Drug Mart - 92 over 58, resting heart rate: 58. Well I was happy to read my numbers and reported to friends. Jenna: “oh! that’s um good. Kind of low actually… you know what don’t worry about it or it will get worse.” Janice: “you know you’re too young to worry about your blood pressure” then why encourage me to take it?



Last week I finally broke down and told BURR what I was feeling: I’m sick of being single.

Thing is - this is a never-ending condition which I bear in the utmost of secure ways. The OkCupid guy I’d talked about three weeks ago didn’t work out. He initiated a long convo over many days and after about two more weeks of intense convo we set a date to meet - April 13. We then started making plans about when and where to meet and what we might do once we met. Then in less than 24 hours from the last time he and I talked his profile on okcupid was deleted. Now, maybe I’d played the cards wrong but just a few days before this incident I had gone on to my beloved ivillage and learned about the dangers, ups and downs of internet dating and eventual meetings. There are red flags for men who might be married or in relationships that include a need to keep things secret with you and him. And further there are other signs that you’re not talking to the real deal. A deleted profile was starting to fit at least one bill. He and I were already communicating via email so I waited a few days and then asked him what was up. He, like so many male drama queens, hesitated, then hinted, then finally said “we’re not meeting on April 13.” Again I asked “ok, so please be direct with me. What does this mean?” Well turns out said boy first said he had an epiphany which is what made him decide he didn’t want to talk to me. I said good bye and sent the email. He wrote back in all caps about “what do you want me to do?” I wrote back replying to his childish ways and said good bye. He wrote back and said “it’s too late now to fix things” I replied one. more. time and said good bye at the end of that one. I think we repeated said cycle for at least three more rounds and then I finalized  (I think) during which time he gave me two more excuses about how drama in his life just suddenly appeared and it made him realize things. About three hours after the last good bye from me, he wrote one last time about how he wanted so badly to tell me what was going on, and if he was ever able to he would, but to know that he’s bettering himself right now. I’m not holding my breath. Boys.

I had made contact with a nice gal on facebook who’d been poking me and lightly conversing during the occasional hello and such for more than a year. She had posted a survey “I realize that…” and I thought she sounded like she needed a friend. Turns out she was having some guy problems and is trying to get through the end of her own undergrad term also. We talked, I told her about the above male drama-queen and Laura told me her own pal’s winning formula: juggle at least four guys at a time. I thought, upon reading this, seriously? how does one secure four guys at the same time in the first place? Well it’s possible: I’m talking to 13 guys in the last week and a half. All of whom write back. All of whom I’ve been trying to manage and let me be the first one to say it’s exhausting and I am tending to repeat myself. Of these guys I’ve had two guys ask if we could meet. Both are situated in Buffalo, the furthest away is 45 minutes drive time and we’ve talked about meeting in public places and such.  I’m playing it cool. I think. I’ve also been engaged in much talk with four guys all in Toronto and area.  It’s nice to feel attractive at least. But I don’t think I’m any where closer to securing a “man” but what did I expect. Many of them are asking why I’m on there in the first place. My best rationale is that I’m feeling a bit isolated here in Niagara. The expanded truth would be — I’m tired of the guys around here! Seriously.

Self Challenge

- hello, SC how are you today? Apparently this is Week 6. Doesn’t feel like it. I’m doing well. Getting in at least my three cardios a week and have been dealing with family members continuously commenting that I should be running more. Yesterday it came to an all-time obvious when my little sister was reading my Month 2 Self Challenge in my Self magazine, scoffed and yelled “they can’t be serious about only 3 cardios a week, right?” I’ll take her suggestion in to consideration.

BUT

- reasons why I’m feeling worn down:

1) I need a new mattress. Yes, I’m tired of waking up with a common back ache! I’m dying here people. My left side of my neck and upper and mid-back have been in continuous screaming pain. I want a Queen. I want a pillow-top. I’m researching. I need to wait for the tax return and then we’ll talk. After I pay for school.

2) Rocky, puppy, head-butted me in the upper nose/forehead last Monday. Have recovered in some ways but have been plagued with migraines since. Migraines could be triggered by above (1) condition. Thank you bed.

3) My parents are out to kill me. Janice is out to control me. She’s motivating me to earn more in two weeks, thus save to MOVE OUT. Even if it’s just down the street. I have no problem with finding a place in PoCo if it means her getting OFF my back. She actually said “it’ll be your life when you move out. Until then I get my say.” I followed it up (in my mind) with: how much could she really control when she has no idea the things I’ve done with boys and the ways I talk. Seriously lady - I’m 25. I pay rent despite I’m in school (and my ‘rents told us we didn’t have to pay rent if we’re in school) and my 22-year-old sister who’s full-time, working for the gov, with benefits lives for FREE at that same home. You know that would be ok, or manageable if I wasn’t being kicked in the ass by the parental company Jordan Publications Inc. According to my father, I’ve been “promoted” to VP. Sadly I might have already been calling myself that seeing as how I’m their only real employee my job title has always been pretty flexible. Well this promotion is over the edge however. I’m already full-time. I’m already over my workload and trying to DVD burn while continuously type. This is where I have to put my foot down. Maybe I’m wrong to assume this but when G and J just on some crazy whim decide to change my job description I believe I deserve some professional courtesy. For example: a question on whether I ACCEPT that promotion would have been nice. Or say a proper outline of what VP means would have been nice. Or even better a clear discussion with me about whether or not MOVING my PoCo office to Welland is feasible and/or if it affects anyone more than me.

No, I have yet to receive an outline. Yes, my parents are under the belief that I’ve accepted and have already called me and acted like I’ve accepted. They weren’t received well by that. No, my mother has not TRIED to sit down and have the above conversation about moving my office with me. She has however made plans to do so after I’ve asked for a discussion. She has also however “forgotten” to tell me about the plans and also “forgotten” to have a discussion with me. She has also however BLOWN me off at almost 2 a.m. when I have to work at 8 a.m. the following morning. I did something different than I usuaully do. I wrote a hand-written note. The note detailed my reasoning for wanting the office to saty at the home office. I also concluded  the note saying I hadn’t accepted the position and had not been properly outlined the job in question.

The note was handed to my mother on Sunday night around 2 a.m., last night (Monday) at about 11 p.m., I finally asked Mom if she had even read my note. She said “yes” and I asked “are we going to discuss this?” she said “yes” And that was it. You have got to be kidding me??? She’s being a child and it’s serious. I’m ready to pack up and find a better job. She’s stringing me along as if she thinks she can.  I think it’s seriously that my mother can’t distinguish between being my mother and my employer. Sure there are benefits to being both - when she can’t pay me right away I’m ok with it, when she needs me to drive my father/nonna/her around for some number hours in a day instead of working, she doesn’t usually complain how I didn’t get anything done. But it does mean that the usual courtesies that would be considered automatic when dealing with an employee — she has to remember her decisions AFFECT me!!!



{March 22, 2008}   Intruder Alert

Some people believe they’re above the law. I don’t really mean the “police” kind of law. I mean the kind of laws between people, like civility and respecting of another’s wishes.

These types of people will without a doubt register the simplest of requests from people they claim to care about and then simply disregard when it doesn’t serve them.

I have a few people in mind when I wrote the above statement. And even in writing this I’ve made myself above that same law. Those same people wish things upon other people and get beyond pissed when others act like them and disregard their wishes. So by writing this I know it’s against the respect of someone else’s wishes to do so.

In all seriousness when I person says, “I’m done” what would the other person think of doing:

a) walk away. Give the other person the time and space they’ve asked for.

b) have an outburst. Possibly insult the other person. Make some kind of scene. And then walk away.

c) have an outburst. Possibly insult the other person. Make some kind of scene. And then walk away for about a week and then start the usual routine of acting like nothing’s changed.

d) disregard completely and continue with attempt at small chat.

I feel like I’m living in one of those horribly-written and horribly-played movies with some gf/bf combo of on-again, off-again. Too many episodes of implosion; I can’t continue to put everything that is important to me at risk because of how a situation is or isn’t handled. It’s not healthy.



et cetera