I was supposed to go snowboarding for the second time in my life this Saturday. That didn't happen. I was going to go with my bro, but he and his wife would have been leaving the next day for a week-long cruise. They decided it would not be in his best interest to go. By that, I mean she let him know that if he tried anything strange and broke off a leg, he would have to drag his bloody stump around the ship, Catalina, and Mexico. Somehow, reason won out. We're going when they get back. They get back Fri night and we're going Sat. Poor B-tard is probably going to sleep through Sunday.
So, I had an opportunity to go with a plan B. Last week, this chick at work mentioned Red Iguana (mexican restaurant in SLC - Good Stuff). I hadn't been in many months and started craving it pretty bad. Darn her to Heck. So, with the opportunity, we went to see 300 at the Gateway and then went to Red Iguana. 300 was ok. The food was great. The problem now is that I want more. I snagged a take-out menu. I wonder if they deliver to AF.
In my last post, I mentioned I should probably start asking girls out on actual dates. Well, a day or so later I get an email from a chick in my Ward asking me out. We're going out this week. I learned long ago that when the Universe tells you to jump, you jump or you get a kick to the head. Metaphorically speaking. I don't know very much about her, but I guess that's what the date is for. Note to self: Be toned down. I'm not entirely sure she can handle my personality full-force. I'm not misrepresenting myself. I see it as more like "measured doses" and protecting the innocent. Keep my Latin-ness in check. (am I joking?)
Monday, March 12, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Therapy
Last night was fun. Sort of. Ok, let's say therapeutic, then.
Background:
I moved into an apt maybe 6 months ago.The three other roomies are either never around or live in their rooms. The one I have the most contact with, I see about once a week. When I moved in, there was no storage, so whatever didn't fit in my room went in the living room with all the stuff that was already there. I wasn't overly concerned because I usually only sleep there. It was kind of sad when I had to take a carload of stuff to cook for some girls because I was ashamed of them seeing my place. I guess I'm over that, since I'm putting it here. My things are in the plastic containers and the boxes on the left. The boxes in back are from a roomie.
I was finally sick of it and was going to talk to the roomie whose stuff is all over, when another roomie complained to management. PR (pack rat) did not take it well. He was all angry that someone dared to question his actions in even a roundabout way. I saw an opportunity. The roomie was more concerned with it looking messy than concerned about all the stuff.
I took all his boxen (yeah, I know) out of shelves inside and a lot of the ones in the outside storage area and threw them in the living room. I figure this way, his girlfriend can see that it's his stuff that's out of control. I assume she thought it was mine, since mine was in front.
I did it because he wasn't about to and his mother wasn't available. This is what 80 boxes of books looks like. Mind you, I am only counting the UHaul boxes I personally stacked, not any of the others on the side or the ones still scattered around the apartment or the damaged boxen still in storage.
So, the roomie shows up when I'm done and slips into a "concerned salesman" voice and tries to share his concern with me moving the modem and router to my room. Everyone has been tripping over the cables, so he can put it in his room on top of one of the stacks of books that cover every flat surface, or he can cope. I was nice about it, although I didn't do much more than pause while doing my own thing. I figure you're not allowed an opinion if you say you're going to rent your own storage space, then ignore reminders to do so. I cleaned it, so I "own" it. I have no problem notifying you of changes, but I'm not asking permission.
Old related story:
When I moved into the apt, there was a lot of stuff in the fridge. I checked with the roomies (took me a couple of weeks to track them down) and none had anything but milk in there. I went through and threw away so much stuff. It was disgusting. There was stuff in there that had expired 2 years before. I went as far as to throw away anything that offended me, including some pots and pans someone had likely put in the cupboard years ago without washing. That made the kitchen mine. I arrange things how I see fit.
This will likely be one of the few times you'll hear me whine like this. I don't like to whine, it serves no purpose.
Tension releasing rant over.
Background:
I moved into an apt maybe 6 months ago.The three other roomies are either never around or live in their rooms. The one I have the most contact with, I see about once a week. When I moved in, there was no storage, so whatever didn't fit in my room went in the living room with all the stuff that was already there. I wasn't overly concerned because I usually only sleep there. It was kind of sad when I had to take a carload of stuff to cook for some girls because I was ashamed of them seeing my place. I guess I'm over that, since I'm putting it here. My things are in the plastic containers and the boxes on the left. The boxes in back are from a roomie.
I was finally sick of it and was going to talk to the roomie whose stuff is all over, when another roomie complained to management. PR (pack rat) did not take it well. He was all angry that someone dared to question his actions in even a roundabout way. I saw an opportunity. The roomie was more concerned with it looking messy than concerned about all the stuff.
I took all his boxen (yeah, I know) out of shelves inside and a lot of the ones in the outside storage area and threw them in the living room. I figure this way, his girlfriend can see that it's his stuff that's out of control. I assume she thought it was mine, since mine was in front.
I did it because he wasn't about to and his mother wasn't available. This is what 80 boxes of books looks like. Mind you, I am only counting the UHaul boxes I personally stacked, not any of the others on the side or the ones still scattered around the apartment or the damaged boxen still in storage.
So, the roomie shows up when I'm done and slips into a "concerned salesman" voice and tries to share his concern with me moving the modem and router to my room. Everyone has been tripping over the cables, so he can put it in his room on top of one of the stacks of books that cover every flat surface, or he can cope. I was nice about it, although I didn't do much more than pause while doing my own thing. I figure you're not allowed an opinion if you say you're going to rent your own storage space, then ignore reminders to do so. I cleaned it, so I "own" it. I have no problem notifying you of changes, but I'm not asking permission.
Old related story:
When I moved into the apt, there was a lot of stuff in the fridge. I checked with the roomies (took me a couple of weeks to track them down) and none had anything but milk in there. I went through and threw away so much stuff. It was disgusting. There was stuff in there that had expired 2 years before. I went as far as to throw away anything that offended me, including some pots and pans someone had likely put in the cupboard years ago without washing. That made the kitchen mine. I arrange things how I see fit.
This will likely be one of the few times you'll hear me whine like this. I don't like to whine, it serves no purpose.
Tension releasing rant over.
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