F*** My Worn Blogger Life!

It is only 9:48 am and already my day is F***ed...

I just woke up, got on gmail, and get a gchat from none other than ....dun dah dun dun....

drum roll please!....

The EX!

I finally meet someone new and he has to but into my life? I know I'm putting off the happy vibe, but that can not radiate all the way to Chicago. What the hell is going on?!!!

I have not spoken to him in over a year. This was the brief interlude, before I freaked and logged out:

JW: herro there (what are we old friends?)

Sent at 9:33 AM on Thursday

me: hi? (hi? as in, why the hell did you decide to reach me?)

JW: how are you? (i was great until you fucked up my day)

me: fantastic (so good in fact, maybe you should stay out of my life)

Sent at 9:39 AM on Thursday

JW: Right on (who do you think you are?! oh, right...you don't know the answer to that.)

Let me conclude by saying I will be seeing 2 of his friends next weekend. 2 people I miraculously stayed in touch with, and one who actually introduced me to B. That being said, I am not angry at JW, just perhaps annoyed...and very confused.

Anniversorry

I'm a day late...

but Happy Anniversary!

Thanks to all my readers, who have stuck with me for one, very, worn inside out year!

Surfs Up

This is just part of the view from where I was SURFING today!

It started out a super foggy day with really choppy waves. I never actually got up, because of the water. And, by the time the waves calmed, I had already brought my wetsuit and board back to the rental place.

I didn't go at this 'bucket-list' venture alone. I went with one of the guys I met at the Ash Reiter show over a week ago. Let's call him B. And, let's start at the Beginning...

B picked me up, and drove me 'Miss Daisy' style out to Linda Mar beach in Pacifica, seeing as his board took up shotgun and the rest of the car. We got each other's life stories by the time we hit the rental shop, where I had the embarrassment of putting my wetsuit on backwards. (I'm pretty sure he may never let me live this down.)

We made it to the beach, where he did his best not to laugh as the waves took me down, over and over again. After I drank my share of saltwater I sat and watched him try to show off. Fortunately for me, B is not that good.

We changed out of our wetsuits and ate the smorgasbord of a picnic we both packed. By this point the sun had finally burned all the fog off and the waves were starting to calm. The view was incredible, and I'm pretty sure this was more of what he had in mind.

We decided to ditch the beach and meet some of his friends at Dolores Park, back in the city. We got pretty lost, eventually made it there, hung out with a few of his friends for a bit, and then came home.

We're all going to Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival next weekend, and I'm already counting down the days! I had such a great time with him, and I'm not sure what to make of it?! Friend? Lover? I'm not sure yet. I do know you can't hide much in a wetsuit. I also know in typical worn blogger style he's a SoCal boy with a one syllable name. Guess, we'll see where this one goes?!

In the meantime, COW-A-BUNGA DUDE!

No More 2nd Chances

So...I took T up on his offer to meet this week, and we went to dinner last night. Even though I had a very short amount of time to prepare. I dressed, in the hopes we were going somewhere nice. He picked me up, and one look at his tennis shoe and fleece clad body lead me to believe we weren't. Then, I was at least hoping for some cool local dive.

Alas, we end up at a small, trendy, restaurant with no atmosphere, and an order at the register, eat fast, and get out of here attitude. He ordered water, which on any date makes it super awkward, and then saw a huge table of guys he knows sitting right behind us, facing me the entire time. Can we say awkward?

I was doing my best to enjoy my way too healthy of a burger (all kinds of organic nonsense and way over cooked). But, the conversation was just not there. I tried as hard as I could, but when I tried to explain a project I'm working on and was met with a blank stare; I gave up.

He ended up dropping me off at home, but not after offering to take me bowling with his friends. Yes, bowling. And, not even in the city. A drink at a bar, I would've done. Bowling an hour away, No.

I came home seeking privacy and peace, and was only met with the Frat my apartment has turned into. These 2 Canadian guests are already wearing on me, and they've only been here one night.

Moral of My Story: I'm really over guys right now.

Fools Gold

After a weekend of partying hard, I lay in my bed Sunday night thinking about the upcoming week. Me and T (Britex Heir) were set to meet Monday night for the Saints v. 49ers game, Canadian visitors are arriving Wednesday, and I already have weekend plans. That's when my phone rang...

T: Hello

Me: Yea, Hi.

T: So....You may never want to speak to me again when you hear what I'm about to say. (very serious tone of voice) You still there?

Me: (immediately going through my head: he's married, going to jail, murdered someone, a complete phony, etc...) Yea, I'm sitting down. What is it?

T: (deep inhalation) I got a ticket to the game. (silence) Hello?

Me: (sigh of relief)

T: Hello? Are you ok?

Me: That's it?! I thought you were married or something?! (I have a vivid imagination)

T: (laughing) You What?!!!! Oh, that's good. Well, I am NOT married, and I know I'm really going to have to make this up to you.

Me: Yea, that sounds about right. If I got a ticket, I'd go. Have fun, I guess?

T: So, you aren't mad? What can I do to make this up to you?

Me: Wear black and gold to the game. Photo-documentation will do. Jumbotron scores you bonus points.

T: Seriously?! You know I can't do that?!!

Me: Well, that's what I'd be doing if I got to go...

T and I went on to talk briefly about how he got the ticket and when we could possibly meet up later this week. The latter of which is still TBD. Let's just say he got my adrenaline pumping, and I haven't been fooled like that in a long time. T may just get a second chance.

Ooo Bay-by!

Thursday night I went to SFMOMA!

My friend, L, who went to undergrad with me, works for Gap and gets free entry. We looked at art for an hour, which alone would've made my week. Then, we went up to the rooftop where the museum was hosting an event. There was free beer, a bunch of her friends, and a foggy night.

(note: fog does even less for your hair than humidity. gross)

I primarily enjoyed the art...well, and of course one long conversation with one of her gentle-fellow friends. He just graduated from his own masters, is of course a Californian, wants to save the planet, looks a little like Mr. Bingley from Pride & Prejudice (Keira Knightley version), and I'm smitten.

I never expected to come here and meet so many amazing people, and most of them male. As a general habit, I usually remain friends with most guys. Maintaining that is beginning to get difficult. Nothing substantial has happened with any of my 'suitors' yet, but let's just say I'm tempted...ok, very tempted.

(Girls, the vibe I'm selling is called Happiness. If I could bottle it and sell it, I would.)

Follow The Yellow Brick Road

I've been wearing my red boots often, but I won't be clicking my heels together for some time.

I wonder when the colors will dull and the sand in my hourglass will run out?

Perhaps, this path is the golden one?

Yesterday, I went to a yoga class, at a store called Lucy's (basically a Lululemon competitor). The store has an outdoor patio, where we lied on our backs under the morning sun. Above our heads, lemons hung from a tree, birds were buzzing from flower to flower, and several humming birds, parrots, and sea gulls flew across the azure sky.

After class I went on a hike with the fabric store heir. He picked me up in his car, and we headed across the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin. We hiked a popular path out there called the Tennessee Valley (pictured above). You start inland, and work your way towards the water (featured below).

He came prepared with water bottles, fruit, and cliff bars. It was kinda cute, but I think I would have preferred a bottle of wine and chocolate. Beggars can't be choosers (as they say). His company was nice, but I'm still unsure of any significant feelings. I'm going out with him again for dinner some time, so we'll see how it goes.

Coming home I was famished and exhausted. When he dropped me off, I went to eat at a nearby french cafe (that I have frequented 4x this week already), I saw there was something going on at the park. Turned out 'Amelie' was showing for free at 8! I ran home, changed into warmer clothes, and came back to claim a spot. A few hours later my room mates (who I enjoyed getting to know a little better the night before) arrived.

This Emerald city is my American Dream.

Is Mercury In Retrograde?

I don't know much about astronomy. But, I sure do feel a sense of shifting orbits.

Life is good.

A few classes in, I'm getting a sense of being back in school. I've met more males in 1 week, than I have in over a year. The weather is cool and sunny. I really can't complain.

Here are some pictures of the planet we live on...and, the place I can now call home.

Downtown (from the cliff by my apt)

Coit Tower (also from the cliff)

Ok, I do not live at Alcatraz...

but, isn't this mysterious! It's late afternoon, so the fog is rolling in...

Another one of the bay and Alcatraz

(only this one was taken from an alley way on a very high hill)

Back to School. Back to School. Going to Show Daddy. I'm Not a Fool.

Yesterday was my first day of school.

(I never thought I'd be saying that again, but shit happens...and, I am.)

A quick summary of 1st day observations:

1) Teacher looks like Molly Shannon's sister.

2) 8 hours of drawing is exhausting.

3) 80% of my class is foreign. Of that 80% at least 75% are Chinese. Of that 75% zero speak fluent english. (note: And, I thought I was going to have a tough time keeping up?!)

4) There are 5 females. Only 2 of 5 speak english.

(We are in America, right?)

5) The majority of the class is male. And, by male I mean animation students. And, by animation students, I mean socially, awkward nerds.

6) Alas, there is one lonely soul of a boy that is worth discussing. And, we shall name him 'Kermit.'

Yes, I know there was another Kermit, nearly a year ago. However, this Kermit, who we hope is not a video-game-playing-hermit, is given this name, not because it was written on a receipt, but because he was actually wearing a Kermit The Frog shirt.

This boy (although 6 feet tall) is the long lost (younger) twin to a good friend's boyfriend. And, I say boy, because we eye-fucked the entire class, and yet, when I tried to talk to him he became even more socially awkward.

When will I learn?

*sigh*

Never.

The Wild Wild West

Yesterday I went to a famous fabric store. I went to find some cheap fabric to cover the couch my room mates gave me. I didn't find any (affordable) fabric, but I did get a guy's number.

How many people do you know, have been hit on (more than once) in a fabric store by straight men?!

None?

Didn't think so.

This young fellow happens to be the stores owner.

Can we say fabric for life?!!

Ok, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself...

Anyways, he gave me his number and offered to show me around. I'm waiting a few days, but then I'm going to give him the 'You don't prey on all new young girls in the city. Do you?!'

Tomorrow is my first day of class, so the real adventure is about to unfold...