complaining

we're still here. sorry for the brief hiatus. i stopped talking to D for a while because... oh, who the hell knows why. because he was coming on too strong. because he demands too much of me sometimes. because i often slam the door, and then peek around it to make sure he's still there.

i now have raging PMS, so everything sucks today. i just got into an argument with my coworkers about how moving to the burbs to have kids is like giving up on the city. it's like flushing your soul down the toilet. oh, wah wah, the schools suck. yeah, because you keep taking your money out of the city. and the only people who are left behind are the people who can't afford to live in the nice, white-bread, boring-as-hell, stepford wives suburbs. how does it feel to be elite and white? nice, huh? how does it feel to have the option to go to someplace nice? awwww, isn't that sweet? what if you didn't have the fucking option? what if the only option you had was to live in a one-bedroom with your three kids in a gang-ridden neighborhood and work at McD's three days a week because your school sucked ass because everyone left the city and took their tax dollars with them? yeah, whatever.

anyway, i'm in one of those moods where i will argue the white off of rice. but, for some reason, D keeps me in a good mood. we're working on going to some baseball games, one this tuesday and one the following tuesday. this weekend is going to be hell, tho. being in bad mood tends to make me not be very adaptable to things i don't want to do. and being with some of those friends drives me crazy when i am like this.

one of my friends is a scheduler. if it's not planned, well, even if it planned, there are always other options. and we will drill through every one of them until everyone in the group is happy or irritated. i am meeting them downtown, dropping our crap off at our hotels, then heading to the packet pick up. then we will argue about where to go for dinner. i like to keep things simple. i don't like walking all over god's green earth when something suitable is right in front of us. i suggested we go to this one restaurant that's right next to packet pick up. then she suggests we go to the one a half-mile away because that area of packet pickup is always crowded she's always had to wait forever to eat there. then she says that the restaurant half-mile away will probably be crowded and loud for the basketball game i want to watch. <roll eyes here> seriously. if we're going to take the time to walk to the OTHER restaurant, why not just wait at the one that's RIGHT FUCKING HERE? she overthinks every. single. fucking. thing. just let it go. i finally wore her down by saying i was just going to go back to my hotel and order out and watch the game from the comfort of my own bed if we were going to walk all that way to a loud, obnoxious restaurant. she said, "why don't we figure it out when we're done getting our packets." that's exactly what i wanted her to say in the first place.

anyway, the one true thorn in my side is H. i told him i got a hotel room and all that. he asked, "am i invited?" groan. i said, "if you'd like to come, you are more than welcome." then i made some mention about how i was looking forward to having one night by myself and he said if that's what i wanted, he would not be offended. no, i would like him to come. then i tell him about packet pickup and where it's at. he says, "i am not going anywhere near that place." well, then. what the fuck am i going to do? drop you off at the hotel so i can go get my packet and then you'll meet up with us later for dinner? what if we do dinner by packet pickup? will you not meet us then? WHY CAN'T HE JUST GO WITH THE FLOW? now i don't want him to come because he's going to be a fucking stick in the mud. which is why i don't bring him along to a lot of things i do. he doesn't give two shits, really. i then asked him if he would cheer me on. he hemmed and hawed and then he said, "of course i'll be there to cheer you on." no, he won't.

so i think i am going to tell him that i am going to go by myself. not only will i not have to worry about him, i can come and go as i please, not have any time restraints, go to bed when i want, watch what i want, not feel bad when he would rather sleep in than come down to the race to watch me, and then i can go to this other thing after the race is over.

i was fine with him coming along. but once he whined about the packet pickup, i was like, seriously? you ask to come then you bitch about 90% of what we're doing? seriously, nothing we're doing is going to be pleasing to him. so guess what? he can stay home and play his video game and hog the bed all he wants. i'll be laying in my hotel bed, eating pizza, watching the final four. awesome.