Why are boys so stupid sometimes???

Very old Background: Ok so, I had a crush on a boy back in like December, maybe January at the furthest back. And I admit that I have a lot of crushes on boys. Its a cycle that lasts about three weeks then I move on. Not a big deal for anyone involved. In fact, in most instances, I do very little with the situation and just let it end naturally. In this case, I even went so far to actually ask him to hang out sometime (I was very proud of myself, b/c I don't usually do that for fear of rejection issues). And it came back clear he wasn't interested so I dropped it. And i've made previous mentions about how he refused to be anywhere with just me, so that adds into all this.

Newer Background: So last night, we're late at Lindy's, well past the time I told myself I'd leave and well past my bedtime. When we're leaving, Triple X and Navy Rich decide they want me to go with them to Camelot, a straight strip bar. My way of getting out of it was to pick the least likely candidate in our group and say if they dont go, i'm not going. So i choose the old crush, as he would be the least likely to go to a strip bar. His response to Triple X was: "You're not trying to hook me up with Scott, are you?" So Triple X decides to mend the fences (which I'm not upset about at all) and was like "there's something about a movie invite, but can we get past it, he doesn't want to date you anymore...blah blah blah"

Rant: Isn't it considered a compliment when someone thinks highly enough of you to want to date you? Shouldn't the response have been, thanks scott, that's flattering... instead of the bitchy attitude I've gotten for the past number of months. And for him to think I've wasted three months pining over him... a little ridiculous.. Its not like he's all that, trust me... My taste in men has never been to go after the gorgeous catches that occur on Sex in the City. And lastly, this is why I've been treated like shit since 2005? I deserve to be treated better and I'm fed up. FCUK (trademarked by some clothing line) you! I guess this goes to show my impeccable judge of character. I can choose any asshole in the world and like them.

Disclaimer: Some of my judgments in this entry may have been influenced by my monthly PMS cycle, which I haven't had for two to three months now but is in full gear now :)

Alcohol, meet liver; liver, alcohol

NOw that introductions have been officially been made, I was good the past couple days... Apparently I still have some will power, albeit not as much as I used to. Friday, I broke down after being sufficiently bitch to David and agreed to meet him for afterwork drinks. We go to Halo for a few drinks, the lightweight he is gets trashed on three drinks. But we ran into Paul and Rick James from the medical school, friends of Anthony. And the look on their face is "who is this boy that scott is dating?" WHy is it that married ladies always have to assume that us single ladies is with a gentleman caller when we show our face in public with someone else????" I need to get this cleared up, that if they have cute, single, possible future bfs that I'm not losing an introduction because they think I'm dating someone I'm clearly not. After drinks, David stumbles, while I walk to Dakota Cowgirl, which just isn't the same without it being called Hamburger MAry's. We get sat near the bar and there are these two old queens, well one was a queen at least. One guy, the macho one if you will was watching the George Mason (congrats btw) basketball game and not talking to the other one. The other one was short and skinny, except this huge gut, but very very creepy, in leather pants who thinks he's in some dance club.... At some point, I asked David to tell him not to do that dance move again because we were eating. As we leave, these three guys cross Rhode Island Ave and stand right behind us. let's say they didn't look like the most reputable gentleman in existence already. But then one busts out with "faggots." "you like sucking cock dontcha?" "You like cum going down throat." WHich led to differing opinions. I thought we were about to get gay bashed and was preparing to take off to the closest inhabited building. David thought they wanted some action and was writing down his phone number for them... j/k... at least about the second part

Saturday was a light day- Owen was in town keeping Miles company, since he was in the hospital this past week. We went to see Thank you For Smoking. No drinking, but I sure missed you Al Cohol.

Sunday, I had to finish a paper for class and I was trying to redidcate myself to my diet, so I skipped brunch then showed up at Jury's hotel and found that brunch had been a more extended affair than i though. Ben, Taylor, Nick's boyfriend, Nick's boyfriend's ex boyfriend (which i found wierd, but no one else did) etc etc. I even went shopping for new underwear to wear out. Later on Adam (who i am still relatively new at meeting and his coterie) stopped in as well. Then we went to JR's and let's just say at some point, I started playing drunk so I can pretend that the guy who tried to make out with me didn't and I wont have to have that awkward conversation. But I remained mostly sober, at least enough to revise my paper when I went home to watch Desperate Housewives.

BTW: Did anyone watch West Wing???? What happened??????

a listing of last night

1. Phillip kept making religious jokes in class last night, so I jokingly said "I'm starting to feel religiously persecuted." He got uncomfortable and walked away.
2. I got to Happy Hour around 8 and crush boy was there along with the ladies, who were quite smashed.
3. I told Brian as I walked in "Hey where's everyone else." He's such a nice boy and didn't mean for it to sound that bitchy. But alas, Bitch is a good color on me.
4. One lady did a not so graceful tumble to the floor. And was promptly removed from the scene ala 1984.
5. This lady decided to pull out my piercings for this other lady to see in the middle of the bar. To which, old creepy guy said "thanks for the show. It was nice." Insert uncontrollable facial reaction here.
6. I may have told this lady who crush boy is on the way to the Green Lantern.
7. I text messaged Triple X from the Green Lantern with "I'm dancing in a club with my shirt off." He responded the next day with "Find your shirt?" Yes, it was at the coat check keeping my jacket company.

weekend update (only one day late)

We'll go back to THursday since I took Friday off and thus the weekend began on THursday. On Thursday, we had a mini-Brew Crew event and T-fab, Andriano, and Saroj showed up to JR's. It was good seeing them. They asked about the blog and wanted to know if they had been mentioned yet. And I didnt realize it at the time, but the real reason they hadn't been mentioned was because this was the second time i've hung out with them all semester. And in true form... right as the girls left Andriano was like I have to go. I guess I really do creep that boy out. To be honest, when he walked in and no one else had shown, I half expected him to turn around and walk back out. Oh well, I can't lose sleep over what other people think about me. After that group left, I moved in to the group with poo-dell, Twin Sister's wife, and the rest of the Mean Girls. Shortly thereafter we took a tour of the sleeziest gay bars in the circle, the Fireplace and then Omega. Both were dead, but somehow still creepy. Was home by 11 and no hangover.

On Friday, I found out I have Irish Heritage. Yes, there's good reason for me to not have known that prior to know, other than the alcholism killing off braincells. BUt the story is much too long to put in here. And sadly, I spent the night in.... I will have to work on the Irish thing.

Saturday. Went to a trendy new restaurant in Silver Spring for Alec's birthday called Gallery. Food was good. Ambience was AWESOME. However, it was kind of dead. I expect that will turn around eventually. They sent us a free bottle of champaigne for our group. very nice. And I am such a nice guy. I have this "friend" who we've not been soo close in a long time (like close to the entiretly of our relationship) and he's a painter. BUt I was nice enough to get the owner's contact info when we were talking to him as he said he wanted to have an artshow type thing in his restaurant. So how nice am i????? He doesn't deserve it to be honest.

Sunday: We threw a baby shower brunch for Amanda. WE tried at Trio's first but it was way busy and no chance for us to get a place. But this guy behind us kept trying to push his way past us and be like "we only have four people." Sit us now.. etc etc... Umm asswipe we have a pregnant woman... we win. And of course Amanda's face was classic when these kids got gum out of the gumball machine and they dropped them and then put them in their mouths still..ahhahah good times. But the next restaurant, which is where Peppers used to be was horribly bad. La something or other... don't go there.

School update: I now have a chair for my dissertation. Dr. Walter Brown said yes today. I'm moving forward. He also gave me some hints for the upcoming Quals and told me I shouldn't be nervous about it.

WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Two posts in a day!!! You know this has to be good, right???

Some givens:
1. I am the king of internet stalking right now!!!!!!
this is proven based on the finding of a boy that I hit it off with at the bar last night. All i knew was teh following: his first name, where he was currently enrolled in school, the general location of his current abode, the state he lived in before... and I found him within an hour of looking.

2. So the details last night is that he showed up to the bar we were drinking at... it was attached to the hotel the conference was at and he sat next to my group as we were doing the traditional coobs Jager shot. He smiled at me, said something cute that made me smile that i no longer remember, etc. Then he ordered a beer and i told the bartender to put it on my tab. That started us talking around the loud group I was part of. So I eventually had to move closer and my group was cheering me on.

We hit it off just fine. We connected well. There was physical attraction going on, all that jazz. At one point, Triple X said to me that he expected me to get blown within two hours. It was great meeting someone and not having it go horribly wrong like all of my other meetings tend to do.

In finding him online, let me preface this with the guy looks gay in all of his pictures. THis isn't me saying this, but an unscientific study I conducted with friends and coworkers. 100% of those polled said he was gay based off the pictures. When I threw in more of the profile, mainly the part that he self-identified as straight, no one changed their opinion. But I'm willing to let an individual decide their orientation for themselves(at least for the sake of this argument).

The question then emerges is this: Why is it that I have such good connections with straight men? This guy isn't the first and I seem to hit it off better with them than gay men. Hmmmm I really need to work on 1.gaydar and 2. finding attractive gay men that I click with. What is it that I'm seeing in straight men (who at some point I always think are gay) that I'm not seeing in the gays????

Thoughts?

how quick everything changes

So this morning, my commentary was "So this is what its like to be drunk first thing in the morning." Now its god damn, how quick hangovers can appear out of nowhere.

Last evening, after my gym workout, I decided I'd be a good little nerd and head up to the NASPA conference, since GW was holding a reception and it was only one metro stop away. So I do that and I see Terrell Strayhorn, whom Lynn introduced me to at ASHE when I was up in Philly for their conference back in Novemeber. Well it turns out that his dissertation is right along with where mine is planning to go. So I saw him walking around the conference so I decided to do some actual networking and I reintroduced myself and told him my thoughts and he's going to help me data collection and the such. Yay me!

THen we go drinking.. of course we do. At some point over the next many hours I get drunk.... of course I do. Snippets of the evening. I tried to buy the entire bar a round of drinks. I met Loretta who was a wonderful woman who kept telling the bartender how she liked her drinks made. Some of Triple X's friends were there and they were fabulous. At some point, I bought some guy who was next to our group at the time we did Jager shots courtesy of Archie. His name was Richard and he was young and cute and I moved right on in for the kill. We got along well, but i think he was trying to hint that he was straight and not only did i not believe him (after all I have a thing for the conquest of straight men. But no one else in my group believed he was straight either. But I felt it was definately a change from standoffish Scott to confident outgoing Scott. He has my contact info, so we'll see if he'll use it. If he does, then he's gotta be a big 'mo.

Then here's the kicker story. I give Phil, who came to ESRI and sat in on my finance presentation, from upstate NY my address so he can crash there if he wants. But he disappears for along while and then apparently at 3 am he called and the message was "its phil. i'm at the front of your building." Where was I???? Passed out and didn't hear the phone ring... I feel horrible... I hope he's ok... actually I hope he went and found a girl to get laid, but I feel really bad and don't have his contact info to apologize.

Next drink: tomorrow.

weekend recap

So work really sucks when they expect you to work and there are a million files on my desk that need to get processed. SO that is interfering with the million of other things I do at work, like homework and updating this blog.

Friday night I was a school nerd and hung out with those people. Not such a bad evening, but with the wonderful weather that we were having I definately wish I was having more beers with the people I hung out with. So we went to Froggy Bottom Pub and then to see a taping of CNN On the Story, which is taped in our nation's capital at The George Washington yadda yadda yadda. So we get to the taping and there is this kid there that I know from around, but whose name I don't know....

fade into flashback....

About two years ago I meet this kid online and we decide we'll go out on a date. He wants to see Under the Tuscan Sun, which I really want to see as well. Right before I go, Patricia (a co-worker/friend at the time-- still a friend, no longer a coworker) stopped by my apartment and wanted to go with me. SO i was like I'll walk up with you, but since i'm on a date that means we don't know each other not even the run into you thing... fine fine... on the way to the movie theater I get a call from the date boy who said he ran into his friend at dinner who wanted to come and is that ok? Yes, i said (shaking my head no into the cell phone)... and so I decided that meant my friend could see the movie with us. (obviously the friend he brought was cnn guy). So we're watching the movie and I look over at my date and he's cuddling with, holding hands with, and kissing his friend... MY DATE BROUGHT HIS OWN DATE TO OUR DATE!!!!!! I was furious and told Patricia we're not chatting long afterwards. And god bless her, said she had the GRE's the next day and had to get home to rest. I never saw my date again (hmmm i wonder why I never called him), but every so often run into the friend around town... to be honest though the friend is kind of hot....

Saturday I have cultural, single girls pride day. I walked up to the National Museum to the Dada exhibit. IT was very interesting and I didn't hate it as much as I thought I would. Then while walking back home I stopped by the E St. Cinemas where I was just in time for Gay Sex in the 70's. I remember a friend's review of it and figured I would see it. Not a bad documentary, except every 15 minutes the screen said that it was a preview cd and is not intended for business viewing... hmmmmm you think there might be a reward to turn them in?

That evening I decided to be a good girl and stay at home. I was all ready for an early bedtime and as I turned the light off, I get a call from Triple X (that just screams straight man... really, what self-respecting gay man would ask for a moniker of Triple X, now XXX maybe- at least as a rating), who said he's leaving a strip club in an hour and i should be ready to go drink. 5 minutes later I get a call that his friend was too drunk to get into said strip club and i should come drink now. So i went to ozio's which was a very nice bar/lounge. Its probably the most racially mixed social place I have ever been. At some point, we got in good with the management who ushered us into the VIP floors and we were drinking with some recruit for some football team, like I know anything about that.

We roll out of there at 2am with a call to Mrs. Triple X who said they are right behind us and we should meet them at KRamerbooks for food. So we go there and isn't Mrs. Triple X the biggest sweetheart in the world when she says i'm the nicest guy ever to her friends... and she was drunk, which means she meant it. So we're there and at some point Triple X has his arms around my shoulder and in one of those wierd str8 bonding rituals like how football players slap each other on the butt, he tweaks my nipple. Then after a second he's like what's that??? So I have to tell the table that my nipples are pierced, which turned out to be an interest for everyone and carried on the conversation for a while. Finally home about 4.

Sunday- slept.

As promised...

So right after our bi-weekly staff meeting, I notice that my supervisor ran out of the room. Normally everyone sort of meanders their way back to the office by way of Starbucks, or Einstein Bagels, but she high tailed it out. I was like that's wierd. So the pile of papers I had for her I brought back to the office and asked if she wanted them. I got a very snippy "NO!" Fine be like that.

So instantly, I started figuring out why she's pissed at me. After all the last time she got pissed at me, there was a 12 week silent treatment which eventually resulted in me discussing it with 4 of her superiors and thretening to go to HR and initiating a discrimination lawsuit. And I even came up with a reason for it all: the new IT person in our office announced at the meeting that I would be getting more responsibilities and authority with my projects. That would easily set her off as 1. she didn't decide that, 2. she hates when people get more responsibility as it cuts at her power source and 3. she hates when other people are recognized positively for their hard work.

Two hours later, we have a meeting scheduled to discuss the next step of our processing schedule and what we need to be doing. Her leading the meeting went something like this: "These are the instructions. I don't really care if you follow them. If you don't you'll have to deal with it later, but I don't care." And then frowning she stands up and leaves the meeting.... We all looked at each other with confusion in our eyes and a WTF thought pattern going through the crowd.

About 5 minutes later, the sups best friend comes around and tells us the story that she's mad at the director b/c the director made a decision that we will help out another part of the office when they are busy, even though we ourselves are slightly behind. Hmmmm how dare he... As a director thinking he got some say in what happens here and trying to make us help each other out. Thats just horrible and I completely think the temper tantrum was justified now that I know the truth.

Weekend Recap

So yeah, I know I've been really bad lately about keeping up. But i have just been swamped with stuff to do... yeah, I know I use that excuse alot, but you'll deal.

So this weekend I ran a lot of errans. Hit BEst Buy, Target, Old Navy. All the places I never go enough of since I don't own a car. But I got a cute new outfit which i wore to brunch on sunday. I even found a hat that looked good instead of making me goofy. For looksies check out my updated pictures on friendster or myspace. In the process of being out there, I ran into an old coworker like 5 times going through Shoppers Food Warehouse. Its always an awkward experience because of our past. I should be better than this, but you fans deserve a treat.

So long long ago, in a place I call hell err. i mean the office. a group of us were shafted for a job promotion, which caused a chill to descend upon the land. For a good six months I stopped talking to a few people in the office. SO the Christmas holiday approached and the party was unbearably frosty. FOr example, the evil hag of a woman who was like number three in line of succession wished me a merry christmas and I screamed back at her.. "you too" like it was some threat. But this other coworker was sitting where my back was and I was talking to Patty Ochoa about where someone lived. And this particular coworker was like "oh, he lives near me." So of course, I was having none of this and I went "no one was talking to you" and shifted my back to be even more towards him. Shortly thereafter, he told me he wanted to take me to breakfast, so we could talk about our relationship. So beign the studious individual I was, i prepared a notebook of my greivances and we went around the corner. Then he tells me that what I did at the Christmas party made him cry.... My behavior made the office lose a real party the following year, but the story still makes people laugh.

So I ran into him and he's always trying to get me to apply at his job, but I don't really feel like that would be a good decision. I think he's still hurt over our relationship and I don't think he's someone I would want to be indebted to for helping me procure a job.

So Sunday rolls around and we do lunch with the soon to be Fishbone-Ethcechurys, which was great fun seeing Ms. Fishbone drunk. Then we went to JR's and to David's house. Most of us were well behaved and for Preston, all those shenanigans that he can't remember is probably for the best, so I will let that be.

Preview of tomorrow's blog: The Princess and the Tempertantrum

what are these kids thinking???

Seriously, for those that don't know I work in higher education in a traditionally disrespected office that everyone hates. I contend that while many many people I work with do not deserve an award for the most competent individual in the world, sometimes I get bothered by the ridiculousness of what people ask. Today is case in point... one of my pet peeves. I get an email like this:

Dear Mr. So and So:

I am an incoming student and have not yet turned in all the forms you need to do the basics of your job. Could you tell me when I will receive the finalized product?

Sincerely,

Generic Student


ANd i want my response to be

Dear Generic Student:

Are you kidding me? Why are you getting pushy when the hold up right now is you. I will get to doing my portion of this well after you do yours. I would love to give you an accurate timeline, but I am sure you won't really send me the forms that I need for quite sometime, as you've already delayed it three time.

Cheers,

Me

God I hate students sometimes.