Baby doll I recognize, you’re a hideous thing inside.

So, I recently had this idea, and as most of my ideas often do, there are a few holes and parts that probably won’t make sense, but I’ll do my best to explain myself anyway. The other day, I was thinking about boyfriends, the few I’ve dated, etc. and the good and bad about them when it dawned on me–sure it would be nice to have a boyfriend, and yes Kiss and I talk of and agonize over the topic often, but really, they’re just distractions and I would like a boyfriend without the distraction–a “part time boyfriend” (so-to-speak)!

And what is a part time boyfriend, you ask? Well! I will do my best to explain: A part time boyfriend is there when you need him to be and not when you don’t. You need to get a paper done?  Don’t worry, he’s only part time, he’s not going to be around to distract. You want to go out and get a few drinks, smooches, whatevs; he’ll be there in 15. Basically, you’ve got a boyfriend without all of the emotional bullshit there to distract you from more important obligations. No disappointments, no waiting around, and you really only have to like him half-assedly. Part time boyfriend means I only have to be partially into him which means he only needs to be semi-attractive, so I won’t get attached and it all works out. And maybe, if he’s lucky and everything does (surprisingly) work out, one day he can be moved to full time status. Sounds like a deal, right? Or did I just describe the entire dating game? Something’s a little off…

A major point to remember–and what’s easier said than done–is that fact that I too would then be part time; which is probably pretty impossible because I would have to remain detached or just be dating douche bags all the time…and that doesn’t sound very fun now that I think about it…When I told a male friend this brilliant idea, he responded with, “Sounds selfish, wicked, and darn right cruel to the sensitive male soul.” I wasn’t entirely sure what “sensitive male soul” he was referring to and therefore prompted him to further explain himself, “There are more than enough men out there that aren’t so preoccupied with getting laid and the thrill of one night stands and random hook ups. It’ll happen, but women should be careful, nothing hits a man harder in his gut than to think that he’s purposely part time.” To which I replied, “You’re so young and naive.”

OK, I admit that this whole part time thing is a terrible idea. Honestly, I’m just jaded and I’m sick of talking about boyfriends/dating. I hate dating. It’s a game and I don’t enjoy playing games with matters of the heart. I’d rather be set up in an arranged marriage than have to go play the dating game again. The fact that I’m even putting any kind of time and effort into writing this now makes me a little disgusted with myself. Boyfriend or not, I’ll still be happy. However, please don’t read into this as, “I just want to hook up when it’s convenient” because that’s certainly not what I’m tying to say either. I just refuse to be the type of girl who defines herself by whether or not she has a boyfriend. I’m better than that, and so are you!

I’m too young to feel this old.

Last weekend was a long weekend. A looooooong weekend. And my weekends start on Thursday, so they’re already an extra day longer to begin with. Kiss’s cousin and his friend came up to visit from San Diego and from the moment they got here it was a non stop Crown Royal affair. And this isn’t really something I’m used to anymore…by Saturday I was dead to the world and slept til 4pm (but I didn’t get to bed until after 6am, so it makes sense). Now-a-days our household only parties when we have visitors in town. I definitely had a great time as is apparent by our latest video blog on ITSSOJ?!

Anyway, this current week has been a loooong week. I think maybe I’m still trying to catch up from last weekend; but as we all know, “no rest for the wicked (awesome).”  Busy work schedule, even busier school schedule (and some occasional socializing–which really just means going to the gym and tap class). And despite all the lazy jokes and sarcasm, I work hard sometimes, dammit! Which in turn means I get to play hard! So this weekend will consist of the following: working (yes, working–not partying) at 111 Minna tonight, sloshball in Golden Gate Park with the boys of Bernalamo on Saturday, C Night with the girls and then hopefully some park action (and homework) by Sunday. I am booked and I like it that way.

“Your shimmy shook my bones, leaving me stranded all in love on my own.”

P.S. Happy Birthday Mom! I love you.

Happy Easter! I’m a little sunburned!

If you haven’t guessed by the fact that I’m actually able to sit up at my computer and write this post, then you’ll be happy to know that I AM NOT HUNGOVER ON EASTER!!! It’s a Christmas Easter miracle! I even went out last night with a couple good friends, had a couple beers and was back home and in bed just after 2am. Of course, my sister felt the need to wake me up by asking, “Well, are you hungover this morning?!” Fantastic. And the answer was, “Absolutely not! Thank you very much!” Mission accomplished…now I just have to keep this up!

Anyway, while I was out exploring the bars of San Diego with my buddies, I was pleasantly surprised when we walked into Bar Pink and were drowned out by the musical stylings of El Ten Eleven. They’re actually going to be in San Francisco on Tuesday, and you can check them out here. I think I might try to make it to their show.

Apparently there are some Devendra fans not afraid to display their love in SD as well:

And San Diego would like you to remember to please:

I think that’s about all I’ve got for now. I’m not really ready to leave North County yet, but duty calls and if I stay too long I’ll turn into a pumpkin. Once again, I would just like to say, “Yay to no hangover!”

“I was at the Jabberjaw, Cutest boy I ever saw…”

So, I’m currently in Minnesota. I took a red eye flight here, and decided it would be a good idea to get drunk and then take a vicodin (Thank you Kiss!) before getting on the plane. Not smart. Not only was I out of my mind, talking about people that don’t even exist (Ed?), I was also sick to my stomach, but too out of my mind to do anything about it…which led to my first hangover of the year! Yay! Welcome to Minnesota!

Anyway, Day One consisted of: catching up on sleep, being sick, feeling better, driving around, accidentally eating beef for the first time in YEARS, getting sick to my stomach, puking and sleeping when I was supposed to be going bowling. Oh! I also saw a petrified cat! So far, that’s been the highlight of my trip.

Highlight of my trip thus far.

Now I’m up, feeling better and everyone else is in bed…what to do…?