I am a bad blogger.
I feel like there's so much I could say, yet my life has been incredibly boring lately. That being said, I have a lot of inner turmoil going on, so I'm sure I could come up with something to talk about. How about the fact that I literally did NOTHING useful from Friday evening up until this morning. The only people I saw were my parents (my dad for a whole two minutes, my mom whenever I was in the kitchen or she came into my room to chat). I slept like an old lady, and would pass out mid-show over and over again.
Oh wait, on Friday night, I did have a boy over. Here's the story of this guy. Let's call him HWizard. Don't even ask.
So HWizard and I met last year I think. We met online. That's how it all starts. It turns out, he went to college or something with B's cousin. Small world. I guess that's what happens when you play basketball. Anyway, we hooked up once (I think this was the only time I've been shnocked before 10am). I don't know how this happened, but I decided that drinking was a necessity. So we hooked up. Mid hook up, he gets a phone call. He says he has to go run and do something but he'll be back within an hour...uh OK. We got into a text "argument" and I deleted him for not coming back.
Fast forward to three or so weeks ago. He messages me again online.
Somehow we end up hooking up again. This is my life. These are the decisions I make. Welcome.
We got into a bit of a text "argument" on Tuesday again after I went to Instinct Magazine's man of the year party because I was a little tipsy and wanted to see him, and he was out of town playing ball...again. I was getting frustrated, because I wanted to add him to my regulars roster, but it wasn't happening.
Anyway, I saw him on Friday, he stayed until about noon on Saturday. There is so much I could say about the experience...it's been interesting. I haven't spoken to him since. I'm giving him the distance/space he needs. I know he'll be back.
SteelPans and I are currently "fighting". He made a "joke" about going to Atlantic City to gamble on Friday. I, naturally, responded with a snide remark such as "Oh, so that must mean you have the money you owe me if you have the money to go gambling with." This made SP not happy, not happy at all. He hasn't talked to me since. I apologized. Bummer.
In other news, I'm going to Jamaica. That's right. After weeks of ridiculous back and forth decision making, my parents convinced me I should go. I have a feeling this is going to happen a lot. They basically said that this is the time of my life to travel when there's nothing tying me to the city and that if I need it in the future, they will lend me money - if all is well for them financially.
I'm sure it'll be a good time. It's going to be a different trip than ones I've gone on before because it's only with one other person. Hopefully it'll be relaxing. Drinking to ensue. I hope that I remember to take pictures. I wish the other Canadians could come, but alas, they will probably be going in February, which I may be convinced to join them for.
All in all, my diet went to shit. Thanksgiving isn't stressing me out yet. Christmas is, because I have to buy gifts this year for the Mexican's family. I should probably get something for the Mexican too, or get him to agree to no gifts.
I watch too much TV. I talk to too many people via text, but haven't had a deep conversation in who knows how long. There's not much going on.
The end.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
It's OK Thursday - because I need a little motivation in my life
So I've decided to link up this week for It's OK Thursdays because I saw Mo doing it, and although I feel BLANK, I still think there are a lot of things I have to say.
- To have about a billion grants due at the end of this month yet spend most of my time dicking around on the internet
- To be upset that my most recent wax has not been experienced by anyone but myself
- To be even more upset that the person I would like to have experienced the smoothness with basically told me I was needy
- To be feeling incredibly anti social lately
- That the rain has really put a downer on my mood
- To have finally learned how to make the decision to leave social events by myself
- To miss B, but not have any clue how to "rekindle" our friendship
- That although I knew it would happen, I really wish B would've pulled through on the Jets tickets yesterday
- To just want to go home after work so I can watch Thursday Night Football in bed
- To have no idea what's going on in current events, specifically occupy Wall Street (I'm a great New Yorker)
- To be excited that after 3 years, I have finally begun to clean up my bedroom and I intend to keep it that way
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| My Pashmina Curtain, covering my cluttered windowseat |
- To freak out when planning vacations because the Jew in me comes out and I don't want to throw down the extra cash for certain things
- That I spend more money a month than I originally thought
- That I had to pay $33 to get my pendant fixed on the chain my mom got me for my 18th birthday that I have only taken off 5 times since, and that I haven't even put it back on yet
- That after going to the Stumble Inn last night, I went home and baked for my coworker's birthday - even though she hates her birthday
- To not understand how people are incapable of baking when I find it incredibly easy
- To feel like an ass because of the above statement...there are a ton of things I don't find easy that other people think are so simple
- To feel like something's missing in my life
- To lack eloquence and realize I'm not great at explaining myself
- To have had the urge to write a novel this morning and then to quickly shoot myself down over that because I have no original ideas
- To only enjoy reading trashy chick lit lately
- To have bought Jillian Michaels' 30 day shred in hopes that I will actually do it
- That the Mexican has already planned where we're going to eat each day when I go to Sacramento in December, and that it involves a lot of fast food
- To not be going to Honey tonight, and to feel weird about that
- To have gone to Instinct Magazine's Man of the Year party and that I was ready to leave as soon as the open bar ended, even if I do love the gays
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| Mexican and his roommate who I will have to give a name to. |
- To wish I had something to look forward to (other than going to California)
- To wish I there was someone in my life that I liked (like had a crush on) that I could get excited about
- To be freaking out that I don't know what to get the Mexican's family for Christmas, because I don't celebrate holidays
- To have lied just now because I celebrate Thanksgiving, three days in a row
- To have invited over 80 people to my family's Thanksgiving Reprise on Saturday, and to be a little nervous about that because I'm not a great entertainer
- To not have gone to the gym or worked out since Friday
- To really be messing up with my "dieting" and feel so blah about it that I don't even have the motivation to fix it
- To miss all of my friends who don't live near me, even though I talk to them the most
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| Spider Fluffer :( Miss him A LOT |
- To be burping marinara sauce because I'm so full, yet wanting to eat one of the banana nut/chocolate chip cakes I made last night
- To have an INCREDIBLY long It's OK list, because obviously not everything is OK.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
I might've lied
I told you all yesterday that today's post would be EPIC. In all honesty, nothing epic has happened in my life lately. I've been having a lot of by myself meetings. Over thinking a lot of things actually. I've been spending a lot of time alone at home. Laziness is my best friend. It's actually quite sad.
Writing the above list just depressed the ever-loving shit out of me.
In other news, I'm going to a party of sorts tonight with the Mexican. It will be full of gays so it should be fun.
The MTA fucked me again this morning so I worked from home (aka slept and watched tv sending the occasional email while logged into my work computer)
I also have given up shaving forever. Wax makes me happy.
I always rip my stupid tights when I put them on so I end up paying $9-$12 for a one time use kind of thing. Irritating.
I want to book my next damn trip to Jamaica already. I also know that I should be saving money and probably shouldn't go down there in January/February if I'm planning on going in April as well.
Just opened a granola bar because my tastebuds win all the time.
I have to figure out what the hell is going on!
Here's what I've realized:
- I don't have enough friends where I could throw an impromptu house party
- I will choose to be alone when I could be out doing something if it requires me to drive
- I eat more out of boredom than out of hunger (I knew this already, but it's very much reinforced)
- I am a homebody that desperately misses people forcing me to go out
- I miss going to the movies, and should probably start going by myself again
- I spend way more money each money than I think I do each month on frivolous shit
- I'm much better at other people making decisions for me than making them on my own
- I cannot plan a vacation by myself, I get overwhelmed
- I am not excited about anything in my future except maybe going to California for the holidays
- I am not excited about anyone
- I do not know how to keep conversations going anymore
- I hate talking on the phone and am awful at it (what happened to the days of 13 hour long distance phone conversations? Do you remember when long distance phone calls weren't free?)
- I will not be celebrating my birthday again next year because I can't get people organized
Writing the above list just depressed the ever-loving shit out of me.
In other news, I'm going to a party of sorts tonight with the Mexican. It will be full of gays so it should be fun.
The MTA fucked me again this morning so I worked from home (aka slept and watched tv sending the occasional email while logged into my work computer)
I also have given up shaving forever. Wax makes me happy.
I always rip my stupid tights when I put them on so I end up paying $9-$12 for a one time use kind of thing. Irritating.
I want to book my next damn trip to Jamaica already. I also know that I should be saving money and probably shouldn't go down there in January/February if I'm planning on going in April as well.
Just opened a granola bar because my tastebuds win all the time.
I have to figure out what the hell is going on!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
How do you know when to end things?
I know I still have to write about my trip to Chicago, but that will come in due time.
In the meantime, I've just been thinking lately. This past weekend was gloriously relaxing, but it also made me slightly uneasy.
Ignoring the amounts of Halloween candy that I consumed because my emotions and hormones were all askew, I felt a little sick. Friday I was lazy, and thankful the Compas' coworkers kept him late at the bar so we couldn't hang out. It was really nice to catch up on rest. I probably should've gone to pick up JBike because he hasn't been doing so stupendously lately, and it would've been a nice gesture...but I'm losing the ability to choose friends over convenience. Oh well. I'm working on it. I just know that once the snow starts to fall, my ass will not be getting behind the wheel of a car, so that's going to change the dynamic of a lot of my friendships.
Saturday, I continued my rest until it was time to go to New Jersey with the Mexican and his friend Kennedy. We drove out to westbumblefuck, NJ and on the way paid a million dollars in tolls to go through Staten Island and stopped at a convenience store to get the Mexican's boy some congratulatory gifts and snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. My car is now stocked for a nuclear holocaust. So, if you need a ride into the apocalypse, at least we will get there fat and happy!
The show was called Urinetown. You can google it. It was odd, but enjoyable and the car rides were not too bad. Always a good time with the Mexican.
Sunday, I was going to bake cookies for Mo. Having not seen Compas in a few weeks (since the apple picking extravaganza), I invited him over to bake cookies. He came over around 4:30pm and we hung around until my mom was done with the kitchen, leaving everything there for me to clean up. She's kind of an ass like that.
Anyway, we baked cookies. I tried to give him things to do, but honestly...cookies are really damn easy to make and I probably could've taken care of it by myself. He did do a lot of dishes though, so that was sweet. He also did the hug from behind while I stirred the batter thing. It was really quite nice, but...
Yup, a big resounding BUT...
The more time I spend with him, the less I find myself really attracted to him. He's doing nothing wrong. He's a great guy with an honorable job. He's sweet, but I don't know. I'm just not really all that physically attracted to him (and the Mexican pointed this out the first time he saw us together). Also, his skin bothers me. For whatever reason his face gets really oily, which makes me feel gross if our faces touch because I'm worried about his grease clogging MY pores! And if I'm wearing my glasses when we kiss, it somehow gets on my goddamn glasses and I hate that. His hair is also kind of greasy, which I guess it better than being dry, but I don't like to touch it.
Furthermore, I don't like his kissing. When I'm drunk, we are kissing compatible....from what I remember. Sitting down cuddling on the couch...nope! He's a 98%-er. You know, those people that go in 98% for the kiss giving you very little room to reciprocate the kissing action. I felt like I was always pulling my face away. I like to feel like I'm "chasing the kiss" sort of. Like I actually have to participate and I can't just sit there and pucker my lips. I feel like this is my major problem with most guys kissing. I just didn't want to kiss him! This is a problem. Also, the one time there was tongue involved it was INCREDIBLY awkward.
We're supposed to see each other again soon...but does it make sense to keep this going? I need advice! Do I end it now, or...I don't know.
Look, the guy tried to get to second base or at least an over the shirt feel and he tried to tweak a fold in my shirt as opposed to my nipple. Had to put an IMMEDIATE kibosh on that sitch.
Oy vey.
In the meantime, I've just been thinking lately. This past weekend was gloriously relaxing, but it also made me slightly uneasy.
Ignoring the amounts of Halloween candy that I consumed because my emotions and hormones were all askew, I felt a little sick. Friday I was lazy, and thankful the Compas' coworkers kept him late at the bar so we couldn't hang out. It was really nice to catch up on rest. I probably should've gone to pick up JBike because he hasn't been doing so stupendously lately, and it would've been a nice gesture...but I'm losing the ability to choose friends over convenience. Oh well. I'm working on it. I just know that once the snow starts to fall, my ass will not be getting behind the wheel of a car, so that's going to change the dynamic of a lot of my friendships.
Saturday, I continued my rest until it was time to go to New Jersey with the Mexican and his friend Kennedy. We drove out to westbumblefuck, NJ and on the way paid a million dollars in tolls to go through Staten Island and stopped at a convenience store to get the Mexican's boy some congratulatory gifts and snacks. Lots and lots of snacks. My car is now stocked for a nuclear holocaust. So, if you need a ride into the apocalypse, at least we will get there fat and happy!
The show was called Urinetown. You can google it. It was odd, but enjoyable and the car rides were not too bad. Always a good time with the Mexican.
Sunday, I was going to bake cookies for Mo. Having not seen Compas in a few weeks (since the apple picking extravaganza), I invited him over to bake cookies. He came over around 4:30pm and we hung around until my mom was done with the kitchen, leaving everything there for me to clean up. She's kind of an ass like that.
Anyway, we baked cookies. I tried to give him things to do, but honestly...cookies are really damn easy to make and I probably could've taken care of it by myself. He did do a lot of dishes though, so that was sweet. He also did the hug from behind while I stirred the batter thing. It was really quite nice, but...
Yup, a big resounding BUT...
The more time I spend with him, the less I find myself really attracted to him. He's doing nothing wrong. He's a great guy with an honorable job. He's sweet, but I don't know. I'm just not really all that physically attracted to him (and the Mexican pointed this out the first time he saw us together). Also, his skin bothers me. For whatever reason his face gets really oily, which makes me feel gross if our faces touch because I'm worried about his grease clogging MY pores! And if I'm wearing my glasses when we kiss, it somehow gets on my goddamn glasses and I hate that. His hair is also kind of greasy, which I guess it better than being dry, but I don't like to touch it.
Furthermore, I don't like his kissing. When I'm drunk, we are kissing compatible....from what I remember. Sitting down cuddling on the couch...nope! He's a 98%-er. You know, those people that go in 98% for the kiss giving you very little room to reciprocate the kissing action. I felt like I was always pulling my face away. I like to feel like I'm "chasing the kiss" sort of. Like I actually have to participate and I can't just sit there and pucker my lips. I feel like this is my major problem with most guys kissing. I just didn't want to kiss him! This is a problem. Also, the one time there was tongue involved it was INCREDIBLY awkward.
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| He is going TOO far |
Look, the guy tried to get to second base or at least an over the shirt feel and he tried to tweak a fold in my shirt as opposed to my nipple. Had to put an IMMEDIATE kibosh on that sitch.
Oy vey.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Jamaica debacle continued
I was out of it on Friday when I woke up. Max made breakfast and I was lazy as shit. Wayne left and I had to wait for him to come back because I had no idea how to get to my room.
I did the walk of shame in a pair of ripped silk harem pants and a sparkly gray top. I'm surprised I put on pants, because I don't think I put them on the night before to walk to Sugar's room, although I don't remember.
Either way, I pretty much lazed around all day - I went out to the pool to meet up with the girls at some point and we went through the evening before. Sober me didn't choose sides. I kept saying over and over, I just don't understand how this thing with Khani can be so serious, and why didn't Paris come see Kim in the hospital or at least check on her.
In order for her to take her pain pills, Kim needed to eat though, so we decided to go get food. We were going to get burger king but it was packed. So we went to go get Pizza. Yeah, I live in the Pizza capital of the world, but that's what we decided to get in Jamaica. I don't know how, but we did. Anyway, we got the pizza and then went to go pick up some beer and more booze.
Kim decided she was feeling OK enough to at least go out one night I was there. We allowed her a few beers, and then we pre-gamed. I was carrying around a bottle of vodka and cranberry water for a while actually. The first place we went to was called Baywatch. They lost power after a few minutes of us being there and then we went to this place called John Crow's. Paris and Summer were there with Mona and Mina (all Chicagoans). I spoke to Paris briefly and then she was sitting with Kim basically yelling at her. I don't know anything they talked about (well I do now, because according to Paris, Kim kind of admitted she knew about Khani and that Paris had done the same thing with Keron back in April or whatever after knowing Kim and Keron were talking - I don't know if this is true, or care, but welcome to what Jamaican men are like...always creating problems). Khani kept going over to give things to Kim and I guess Kim was rubbing it in Paris' face? Not sure about that either because all I remember is going over, grabbing Khani and pulling him away from the table and telling him he needed to stop going over to the table, it was just adding fuel to the fire. See, I really was trying to help? I guess not enough though.
Then I blacked out. We went to a strip club - I only remember about 10 seconds of this though.
The next thing I remember is sex in the pool again, but going back to my room this time, because Ashley went back to Sugar's.
I woke up later that night to clean some of the apartment. I got into a bit of a tiff with Khani. I don't remember much, but I remember him grabbing my wrist for something...probably because I cut my hand on a broken glass and wouldn't show him that I was bleeding. I had a bruise on my wrist the next day. Asshole =(
I passed out after that, but we had to be up early-ish in the morning so we could go on this booze cruise.
I was a MESS. I was so tired and out of it and pretty much over the whole thing, but we got our acts together and went; Sugar, Max, Ashley and I. It was SWELTERING when we first go to the boat. We all literally wanted to peel off our skin. It was so gross. We waited about an hour and change for the rest of the boat to fill up. We just kind of hung around on the boat until it was time to get off and swim/snorkel in the sea. That was really pleasant, except I was tired and constantly fighting the tide. And everyone had to wear these big obnoxious floaties. Oh, and I was in starvation mode. I literally felt myself falling apart. I had to buy little boxes of pringles with a credit card, which was a hassle on its own!
We got back on the boat and it was a lot cooler - being wet and all. Then we arrived at Dunns River Falls, where I probably should've walked up the falls, but 1. I didn't have cash and I refused to deal with the credit card to buy shoes again, 2. I was so tired and out of it, I knew I'd fall and then I'd be the one in the hospital and 3. We could start drinking...so we did.
Ash and Sug were drinking rum punches (which I think are gross, because their rum is nasty there), and I was drinking red stripe. Max' friend Jade, challenged me to chugging contests. I never won, but I got really close. I beat another big white guy on the boat though. We were in the perfect spot on the boat because there was a window to the back of the bar that we could order through, and Jade kept the drinks flowing. I probably had 16 red stripes in an hour...no problem. Sug and Ash got pretty wasted. When I got back to the room, I was exhausted, and Ash was walking around being drunk and it was great.
I could hardly eat the KFC that Khani and Ash went out and got for everyone, so I gave it to Jen (who was the one who got married on Wednesday). We got ready and didn't drink all that much because we had to be at Margaritaville by midnight. Wayne drank my to-go bottle.
Margaritaville was a blast. Jade met up with us and he was buying EVERYONE drinks. I was pretty boozed up, but not blacked out! By that point, it was just awkward between the two groups. They stood very close to us (and although Paris explains that's because that's where they ALWAYS stand) I just thought it was weird. I went over to talk to them though, but it was strange and after "how are you, are you having a good time" the conversation died. By this point, I found out they were mad at me, because they invited me to their room one of the nights before while I was blacked out and I never showed up, so they thought I had taken sides. I really tried not to, and I still hadn't up to that point. I had to talk Khani down from confronting Paris...good thing I did, no more violence was needed.
Either way, at the end of the night I went to go to the bathroom and Wayne caught up with me and asked me if I was going home with Jade. I told him I was and asked if he needed to get his bag from my room. He did, so I had Jade wait for me while I walked Wayne back to the room with Khani. Khani had gotten chicken for Kim and I took a piece and that started an argument so when we got to the room, he was upset and we continued to fight about something. I went to change into my pajamas while arguing and got my hand caught in the metal ceiling fan. Fucked up three of my fingers, but I guess it's nothing too serious, still hurts a bit though.
Anyway, I went home with Jade and we spent the night at his house. In the morning he took me back to the hotel and I was laying on the couch, waiting for my alarm to go off because I set it so that everyone could get up and get ready to leave...it never went off.
My phone was lost/stolen - whatever. I still think Wayne took it, but he says he didn't. Max caught up with him after we left and took him to the precinct and I guess he ran when he saw Max and said he would take him to the guy he sold the phone to, but his story changed. At this point, there's not much to say. I couldn't call JBike to come get me from the airport so I had to pay $40 to go home when I got back to the states. Also, I had to pay $500 for a new phone, which blows...really badly.
I need to get over it though, nothing can be done now. I'm not taking my blackberry to jamaica anymore. Paris warned me that it was going to get stolen and she was right - maybe it was Karma...like she thinks Kim's arm is.
Anyway, I was irritated but what could I do. We had to leave. We took the shuttle to the airport. The Canadian's flight was at 2:20, mine wasn't until 6. They wouldn't let me check in until 2. So basically I spent 6 hours in the airport with no phone just staring into space and FREEZING.
The flight was fine and it was nice to be home.
In the end, I made three good friends and lost two people.
The drama continued while I was home and when I went to Chicago, so stay tuned for my Chicago update.
I might go back and reformat these posts at some point. I have pictures, but I'm so blah about the whole thing nowadays that I feel no real motivation.
Just be happy you weren't involved (unless your Mo, in which case I'm sorry you got pulled into it)
I did the walk of shame in a pair of ripped silk harem pants and a sparkly gray top. I'm surprised I put on pants, because I don't think I put them on the night before to walk to Sugar's room, although I don't remember.
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| The night before - note sparkly top |
In order for her to take her pain pills, Kim needed to eat though, so we decided to go get food. We were going to get burger king but it was packed. So we went to go get Pizza. Yeah, I live in the Pizza capital of the world, but that's what we decided to get in Jamaica. I don't know how, but we did. Anyway, we got the pizza and then went to go pick up some beer and more booze.
Kim decided she was feeling OK enough to at least go out one night I was there. We allowed her a few beers, and then we pre-gamed. I was carrying around a bottle of vodka and cranberry water for a while actually. The first place we went to was called Baywatch. They lost power after a few minutes of us being there and then we went to this place called John Crow's. Paris and Summer were there with Mona and Mina (all Chicagoans). I spoke to Paris briefly and then she was sitting with Kim basically yelling at her. I don't know anything they talked about (well I do now, because according to Paris, Kim kind of admitted she knew about Khani and that Paris had done the same thing with Keron back in April or whatever after knowing Kim and Keron were talking - I don't know if this is true, or care, but welcome to what Jamaican men are like...always creating problems). Khani kept going over to give things to Kim and I guess Kim was rubbing it in Paris' face? Not sure about that either because all I remember is going over, grabbing Khani and pulling him away from the table and telling him he needed to stop going over to the table, it was just adding fuel to the fire. See, I really was trying to help? I guess not enough though.
Then I blacked out. We went to a strip club - I only remember about 10 seconds of this though.
The next thing I remember is sex in the pool again, but going back to my room this time, because Ashley went back to Sugar's.
I woke up later that night to clean some of the apartment. I got into a bit of a tiff with Khani. I don't remember much, but I remember him grabbing my wrist for something...probably because I cut my hand on a broken glass and wouldn't show him that I was bleeding. I had a bruise on my wrist the next day. Asshole =(
I passed out after that, but we had to be up early-ish in the morning so we could go on this booze cruise.
I was a MESS. I was so tired and out of it and pretty much over the whole thing, but we got our acts together and went; Sugar, Max, Ashley and I. It was SWELTERING when we first go to the boat. We all literally wanted to peel off our skin. It was so gross. We waited about an hour and change for the rest of the boat to fill up. We just kind of hung around on the boat until it was time to get off and swim/snorkel in the sea. That was really pleasant, except I was tired and constantly fighting the tide. And everyone had to wear these big obnoxious floaties. Oh, and I was in starvation mode. I literally felt myself falling apart. I had to buy little boxes of pringles with a credit card, which was a hassle on its own!
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| Max relaxing |
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| Sunbathing |
We got back on the boat and it was a lot cooler - being wet and all. Then we arrived at Dunns River Falls, where I probably should've walked up the falls, but 1. I didn't have cash and I refused to deal with the credit card to buy shoes again, 2. I was so tired and out of it, I knew I'd fall and then I'd be the one in the hospital and 3. We could start drinking...so we did.
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| Bottom of Dunns River Falls |
Ash and Sug were drinking rum punches (which I think are gross, because their rum is nasty there), and I was drinking red stripe. Max' friend Jade, challenged me to chugging contests. I never won, but I got really close. I beat another big white guy on the boat though. We were in the perfect spot on the boat because there was a window to the back of the bar that we could order through, and Jade kept the drinks flowing. I probably had 16 red stripes in an hour...no problem. Sug and Ash got pretty wasted. When I got back to the room, I was exhausted, and Ash was walking around being drunk and it was great.
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| Doing the cotten eye joe |
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| Combining beers |
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| She was dancing on the moving boat and didn't spill ONE drink |
I could hardly eat the KFC that Khani and Ash went out and got for everyone, so I gave it to Jen (who was the one who got married on Wednesday). We got ready and didn't drink all that much because we had to be at Margaritaville by midnight. Wayne drank my to-go bottle.
Margaritaville was a blast. Jade met up with us and he was buying EVERYONE drinks. I was pretty boozed up, but not blacked out! By that point, it was just awkward between the two groups. They stood very close to us (and although Paris explains that's because that's where they ALWAYS stand) I just thought it was weird. I went over to talk to them though, but it was strange and after "how are you, are you having a good time" the conversation died. By this point, I found out they were mad at me, because they invited me to their room one of the nights before while I was blacked out and I never showed up, so they thought I had taken sides. I really tried not to, and I still hadn't up to that point. I had to talk Khani down from confronting Paris...good thing I did, no more violence was needed.
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| So much fun! |
Either way, at the end of the night I went to go to the bathroom and Wayne caught up with me and asked me if I was going home with Jade. I told him I was and asked if he needed to get his bag from my room. He did, so I had Jade wait for me while I walked Wayne back to the room with Khani. Khani had gotten chicken for Kim and I took a piece and that started an argument so when we got to the room, he was upset and we continued to fight about something. I went to change into my pajamas while arguing and got my hand caught in the metal ceiling fan. Fucked up three of my fingers, but I guess it's nothing too serious, still hurts a bit though.
Anyway, I went home with Jade and we spent the night at his house. In the morning he took me back to the hotel and I was laying on the couch, waiting for my alarm to go off because I set it so that everyone could get up and get ready to leave...it never went off.
My phone was lost/stolen - whatever. I still think Wayne took it, but he says he didn't. Max caught up with him after we left and took him to the precinct and I guess he ran when he saw Max and said he would take him to the guy he sold the phone to, but his story changed. At this point, there's not much to say. I couldn't call JBike to come get me from the airport so I had to pay $40 to go home when I got back to the states. Also, I had to pay $500 for a new phone, which blows...really badly.
I need to get over it though, nothing can be done now. I'm not taking my blackberry to jamaica anymore. Paris warned me that it was going to get stolen and she was right - maybe it was Karma...like she thinks Kim's arm is.
Anyway, I was irritated but what could I do. We had to leave. We took the shuttle to the airport. The Canadian's flight was at 2:20, mine wasn't until 6. They wouldn't let me check in until 2. So basically I spent 6 hours in the airport with no phone just staring into space and FREEZING.
The flight was fine and it was nice to be home.
In the end, I made three good friends and lost two people.
The drama continued while I was home and when I went to Chicago, so stay tuned for my Chicago update.
I might go back and reformat these posts at some point. I have pictures, but I'm so blah about the whole thing nowadays that I feel no real motivation.
Just be happy you weren't involved (unless your Mo, in which case I'm sorry you got pulled into it)
October vacations and drama part 1.
I thought I would be able to write all about my vacation today, but it stressed me out so badly earlier that I'm going to start, and if I can't finish until tomorrow/next week...it'll be ok.
I would give people "fake" names, but there are too many people involved that I would lose track and it's just not worth it.
Here's a preface to the preface: It has now been two weeks since I went to Jamaica, things have settled down a bit, but they got pretty bad. That being said, I now know all of the stories from everyone's perspective, so I'm a little less angry or on one side of the fence. I'm going to have to post this update in a bunch of different sections, because it's a mess. Chances are, I will throw in some commentary about what I now know/believe, versus what I believed at the time things happened...I hope this all makes sense.
Here's a little preface: Last year, at the end of July I went to the Caribbean Festival in Toronto called Caribana, where I met Kim and Ashley, who are from Canada. Paris, I know from Chicago through Mo and travels to Jamaica. I have talked to Kim occasionally throughout the year on BBM, and while we never really got close, I got a great vibe from her and we definitely wanted to hang out again. I had not spoken to Ashley in a year. When I was deciding to go to Jamaica, Paris was the one who finally convinced me to go.
I was hesitant because I would be going alone. She told me there was no way that she would be going, even though I begged her to come. I needed a vacation though, so I decided to meet up with Kim who would already be down in Jamaica. Paris talked it up for a million years it felt like. She told me all about the great times I would have, and where we went each night and all sorts of good stuff. Normally, I go to Montego Bay, but this time I would be making my first trip to Ocho Rios, a bit more country than Mo Bay, which is like a tourist town.
Ocho Rios is just about halfway between Mo Bay and the capital of Jamaica, Kingston. Kingston doesn't ever get a good reputation, but lo and behold, flying there is WAY cheaper. Thanks to tripadvisor, I also found a great bus that goes from New Kingston, to Ochie for really cheap. It would normally be like $150 USD to charter a taxi/shuttle from the Kingston airport to Ochie, but from New Kingston (about 20 minutes into town) it was $15 one way. I didn't want to risk missing my flight back, so I decided to fly out of Mo Bay with the Canadians on Sunday.
The Tuesday before I was set to leave, I get a message from Paris.
"Have you spoken to Kim?"
"No, I was going to message her tomorrow." I had spoken to her over the weekend and she just said to text when I was coming.
"She broke her arm in Jamaica."
"WHAT?!"
"Is she OK? Do you have anyone else's number down there? She was the only person whose number I had." She didn't help me.
Later that night I got a text from Ashley, Kim's sister, saying to text her when I got to Ochie. I asked how Kim was - she was still in the hospital. I was a bit freaked out, because I was going to be in Ochie before noon and I had to do all of this stuff that was brand new to me by myself.
I survived.
Other than wanting to kill this little girl who screamed the ENTIRE flight, it was fine. We got delayed an hour because Caribbean Airlines' main hub lost power and couldn't be contacted by air traffic control for clearance. I fell asleep 2 minutes after this announcement and didn't wake up again until our descent, where I got to hear the kid scream some more.
I was too tired/lazy to exchange my money for Jamaican at the airport, and I was also too lazy/tired to look for a city cab (red license plates), so I took JUTA (Jamaican United Transportation Association - I believe). It was a rip off. I only had American money, which they charge more in, and the driver had no more change. I ended up paying about $35 USD for a cab that should've been no more than $20, but I got to the bus station just fine, so that's ok.
I waited in the station talking to a Barbadian woman and watching a Jamaican kids game show.
The bus ride was great. I slept through it. The drive from Kingston to Ochie is through the hills, so it's very narrow and windy, and a bit scary. The bus had to honk around every turn to let the other drivers know he was coming.
I got to the station and texted Ashley. It was a five minute walk from the condo. Ashley and Khani (a 21 year old Jamaican guy - that turns out to be very important during this trip) come to retrieve me. I change clothes and we go to the hospital to see if Kim can get discharged.
Jamaican hospitals SUCK. It was really low amenities, third world type shit with ants in the bed, no TV, just weirdness. Not as clean as it should've been.
I got the whole story about her falling off of the back of a pick up truck and the other guy that got hurt (His name was Keron - or Karen, I still don't quite know the exact spelling, but it turns out that he plays a much bigger role in all of the drama than I thought. He was released from the hospital the day after the accident though, had some road rash on his face and chest, lost his nipple ring kind of thing but he looked ok when we saw him later on Thursday), and her horrific first night in the emergency room (10 hours on a board aka gurney, watching 6 people get stitched up from being stabbed, no AC), and how they let her go to her best friend's wedding for 6 hours with a nurse and gave her morphine shots in the ass while she was there. It was just awful. I felt so bad, but she seemed to be in OK spirits for just having had $8,000 USD emergency surgery that was almost refused to her because the doctor wouldn't do the surgery without money in hand, and so the insurance company had to call from Canada and give a credit card company. Bad, bad, bad. They also made her buy her own sling and medications before she could leave the hospital.
Anyway, we got her out at like 4pm when Sugar, the final Canadian (who I had heard about before but never met) and her boyfriend Max, came to pick us up. (Max was the driver of the pick up truck Kim fell off of - but it wasn't on purpose so it was overlooked.)
On the way back, Sugar told us that someone had seen Paris arrive. Now, Paris wasn't supposed to be there, but I was really excited she was. Little did I know the drama that was about to ensue.
I quickly learned that Khani was an instigator. He picked fights with Ashley whose nerves were completely frazzled from the whole situation. Basically, he acts like a little kid...but he cares, or at least acts like it. He's like a little brother, a really annoying little brother that creates a lot of problems. Still like the kid though.
When we got back, we kind of hung out in the condo for a few hours, went to get some Jamaican food, ran all around Ochie doing god knows what, and then came back to get ready. Everyone was a bit upset that Paris never came over to check on Kim, nor did she call. Ok, maybe everyone was a little more than upset, and myself not knowing any of the situation at all, I was upset because Kim and Paris were supposed to be friends...I mean, Paris spent over a week talking Kim up and singing her praises, so why wouldn't she come to the hospital...don't worry, I'll get there.
I had brought a bottle of Absolut 100 with me. I wish I had brought two. Next time I will - I thought duty free might be open. Oh well. So we went out to this place called Amnesia that night, and boy is that an appropriate name because I don't remember much of it. What I do remember though, is Max buying a bottle of apple vodka (I chipped in) and me drinking a lot of it (actually I don't remember that, but I was told). Then Paris arrived.
She started trying to "talk" to me about the whole situation with Kim, but more so yell at me. I told her I didn't care about the history, or what was going on, I was just upset she let me flounder. What was explained to me though is that back in January, Paris met Khani and they hooked up. The next two times Paris went to Ochie this year, they hooked up. However, it was agreed by Khani, Mona (Paris' friend) and a bunch of other people that they were not together. When Kim had gotten to Jamaica, she met Khani. They hooked up. She didn't know that he had been with Paris. (I got to hear an entirely different backstory later - but that's for later)
Well, Paris felt some kind of way about this. She was FUMING. She started a fight with Ashley (according to Paris, Ashley is the one who approached her), who was just pissed/upset that Paris showed up and hadn't gone to see Kim in the hospital. She yelled at Sugar, who should have told Kim that Paris and Khani had hooked up, but just didn't get involved. She blamed Sugar for "everything" and she argued with Ashley for a while longer.
I was blacked out at this point, more happened, but I wouldn't find out until the next day. Keep this in mind though, because this is all secondhand information. I am recounting the story that was told to me by the Canadians. Paris' story is quite different. In Paris' version, she went to Amnesia with the intention of talking to no one, but Ashley approached her. Once that started, hell broke loose. Apparently, I yelled at her multiple times in the Canadians' defense. I still don't know to this day if Kim knew about Khani and Paris being together, or if she didn't until it was already too late. Look, it doesn't really matter, because in my mind, guys shouldn't get in the way of friendships, especially Jamaican guys. The stance I took was that I didn't understand why this guy was so important. From Paris' perspective, it wasn't that he was important, it was that she feels like Kim pretty much betrayed her, and knew about her and Khani and didn't care or have enough respect for Paris not to sleep with him. She also felt that Kim was being spiteful over something that happened with Keron.
Reminder: I was completely blacked out at this point, so not only do I not know what Paris' story is until the next week, I don't remember anything that happened, nor do I remember defending the Canadians and picking sides.
I come out of my blackout having sex in the pool at the condo. It was my idea. I re-black out.
I remember Khani stealing my clothes, and me telling him that I was going to beat his ass if he didn't bring them back...so he did. I didn't realize he thought this was actually a real threat, which it might've been...
The next thing I remember is having sex on the couch in Sugar's condo.
Then I wake up the next morning.
Here's what happened when I was blacked out:
At Amnesia:
I would give people "fake" names, but there are too many people involved that I would lose track and it's just not worth it.
Here's a preface to the preface: It has now been two weeks since I went to Jamaica, things have settled down a bit, but they got pretty bad. That being said, I now know all of the stories from everyone's perspective, so I'm a little less angry or on one side of the fence. I'm going to have to post this update in a bunch of different sections, because it's a mess. Chances are, I will throw in some commentary about what I now know/believe, versus what I believed at the time things happened...I hope this all makes sense.
Here's a little preface: Last year, at the end of July I went to the Caribbean Festival in Toronto called Caribana, where I met Kim and Ashley, who are from Canada. Paris, I know from Chicago through Mo and travels to Jamaica. I have talked to Kim occasionally throughout the year on BBM, and while we never really got close, I got a great vibe from her and we definitely wanted to hang out again. I had not spoken to Ashley in a year. When I was deciding to go to Jamaica, Paris was the one who finally convinced me to go.
I was hesitant because I would be going alone. She told me there was no way that she would be going, even though I begged her to come. I needed a vacation though, so I decided to meet up with Kim who would already be down in Jamaica. Paris talked it up for a million years it felt like. She told me all about the great times I would have, and where we went each night and all sorts of good stuff. Normally, I go to Montego Bay, but this time I would be making my first trip to Ocho Rios, a bit more country than Mo Bay, which is like a tourist town.
Ocho Rios is just about halfway between Mo Bay and the capital of Jamaica, Kingston. Kingston doesn't ever get a good reputation, but lo and behold, flying there is WAY cheaper. Thanks to tripadvisor, I also found a great bus that goes from New Kingston, to Ochie for really cheap. It would normally be like $150 USD to charter a taxi/shuttle from the Kingston airport to Ochie, but from New Kingston (about 20 minutes into town) it was $15 one way. I didn't want to risk missing my flight back, so I decided to fly out of Mo Bay with the Canadians on Sunday.
The Tuesday before I was set to leave, I get a message from Paris.
"Have you spoken to Kim?"
"No, I was going to message her tomorrow." I had spoken to her over the weekend and she just said to text when I was coming.
"She broke her arm in Jamaica."
"WHAT?!"
"Is she OK? Do you have anyone else's number down there? She was the only person whose number I had." She didn't help me.
Later that night I got a text from Ashley, Kim's sister, saying to text her when I got to Ochie. I asked how Kim was - she was still in the hospital. I was a bit freaked out, because I was going to be in Ochie before noon and I had to do all of this stuff that was brand new to me by myself.
I survived.
Other than wanting to kill this little girl who screamed the ENTIRE flight, it was fine. We got delayed an hour because Caribbean Airlines' main hub lost power and couldn't be contacted by air traffic control for clearance. I fell asleep 2 minutes after this announcement and didn't wake up again until our descent, where I got to hear the kid scream some more.
I was too tired/lazy to exchange my money for Jamaican at the airport, and I was also too lazy/tired to look for a city cab (red license plates), so I took JUTA (Jamaican United Transportation Association - I believe). It was a rip off. I only had American money, which they charge more in, and the driver had no more change. I ended up paying about $35 USD for a cab that should've been no more than $20, but I got to the bus station just fine, so that's ok.
I waited in the station talking to a Barbadian woman and watching a Jamaican kids game show.
The bus ride was great. I slept through it. The drive from Kingston to Ochie is through the hills, so it's very narrow and windy, and a bit scary. The bus had to honk around every turn to let the other drivers know he was coming.
I got to the station and texted Ashley. It was a five minute walk from the condo. Ashley and Khani (a 21 year old Jamaican guy - that turns out to be very important during this trip) come to retrieve me. I change clothes and we go to the hospital to see if Kim can get discharged.
Jamaican hospitals SUCK. It was really low amenities, third world type shit with ants in the bed, no TV, just weirdness. Not as clean as it should've been.
I got the whole story about her falling off of the back of a pick up truck and the other guy that got hurt (His name was Keron - or Karen, I still don't quite know the exact spelling, but it turns out that he plays a much bigger role in all of the drama than I thought. He was released from the hospital the day after the accident though, had some road rash on his face and chest, lost his nipple ring kind of thing but he looked ok when we saw him later on Thursday), and her horrific first night in the emergency room (10 hours on a board aka gurney, watching 6 people get stitched up from being stabbed, no AC), and how they let her go to her best friend's wedding for 6 hours with a nurse and gave her morphine shots in the ass while she was there. It was just awful. I felt so bad, but she seemed to be in OK spirits for just having had $8,000 USD emergency surgery that was almost refused to her because the doctor wouldn't do the surgery without money in hand, and so the insurance company had to call from Canada and give a credit card company. Bad, bad, bad. They also made her buy her own sling and medications before she could leave the hospital.
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| Sugar, Ashley, Jen and Kim with her broken arm |
Anyway, we got her out at like 4pm when Sugar, the final Canadian (who I had heard about before but never met) and her boyfriend Max, came to pick us up. (Max was the driver of the pick up truck Kim fell off of - but it wasn't on purpose so it was overlooked.)
On the way back, Sugar told us that someone had seen Paris arrive. Now, Paris wasn't supposed to be there, but I was really excited she was. Little did I know the drama that was about to ensue.
I quickly learned that Khani was an instigator. He picked fights with Ashley whose nerves were completely frazzled from the whole situation. Basically, he acts like a little kid...but he cares, or at least acts like it. He's like a little brother, a really annoying little brother that creates a lot of problems. Still like the kid though.
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| Khani and Sugar |
When we got back, we kind of hung out in the condo for a few hours, went to get some Jamaican food, ran all around Ochie doing god knows what, and then came back to get ready. Everyone was a bit upset that Paris never came over to check on Kim, nor did she call. Ok, maybe everyone was a little more than upset, and myself not knowing any of the situation at all, I was upset because Kim and Paris were supposed to be friends...I mean, Paris spent over a week talking Kim up and singing her praises, so why wouldn't she come to the hospital...don't worry, I'll get there.
I had brought a bottle of Absolut 100 with me. I wish I had brought two. Next time I will - I thought duty free might be open. Oh well. So we went out to this place called Amnesia that night, and boy is that an appropriate name because I don't remember much of it. What I do remember though, is Max buying a bottle of apple vodka (I chipped in) and me drinking a lot of it (actually I don't remember that, but I was told). Then Paris arrived.
She started trying to "talk" to me about the whole situation with Kim, but more so yell at me. I told her I didn't care about the history, or what was going on, I was just upset she let me flounder. What was explained to me though is that back in January, Paris met Khani and they hooked up. The next two times Paris went to Ochie this year, they hooked up. However, it was agreed by Khani, Mona (Paris' friend) and a bunch of other people that they were not together. When Kim had gotten to Jamaica, she met Khani. They hooked up. She didn't know that he had been with Paris. (I got to hear an entirely different backstory later - but that's for later)
Well, Paris felt some kind of way about this. She was FUMING. She started a fight with Ashley (according to Paris, Ashley is the one who approached her), who was just pissed/upset that Paris showed up and hadn't gone to see Kim in the hospital. She yelled at Sugar, who should have told Kim that Paris and Khani had hooked up, but just didn't get involved. She blamed Sugar for "everything" and she argued with Ashley for a while longer.
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| Looked like we had fun though? |
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| Sug and Max "dancing" |
I was blacked out at this point, more happened, but I wouldn't find out until the next day. Keep this in mind though, because this is all secondhand information. I am recounting the story that was told to me by the Canadians. Paris' story is quite different. In Paris' version, she went to Amnesia with the intention of talking to no one, but Ashley approached her. Once that started, hell broke loose. Apparently, I yelled at her multiple times in the Canadians' defense. I still don't know to this day if Kim knew about Khani and Paris being together, or if she didn't until it was already too late. Look, it doesn't really matter, because in my mind, guys shouldn't get in the way of friendships, especially Jamaican guys. The stance I took was that I didn't understand why this guy was so important. From Paris' perspective, it wasn't that he was important, it was that she feels like Kim pretty much betrayed her, and knew about her and Khani and didn't care or have enough respect for Paris not to sleep with him. She also felt that Kim was being spiteful over something that happened with Keron.
Reminder: I was completely blacked out at this point, so not only do I not know what Paris' story is until the next week, I don't remember anything that happened, nor do I remember defending the Canadians and picking sides.
I come out of my blackout having sex in the pool at the condo. It was my idea. I re-black out.
I remember Khani stealing my clothes, and me telling him that I was going to beat his ass if he didn't bring them back...so he did. I didn't realize he thought this was actually a real threat, which it might've been...
The next thing I remember is having sex on the couch in Sugar's condo.
Then I wake up the next morning.
Here's what happened when I was blacked out:
At Amnesia:
- I YELLED at Khani, telling him it was all his fault that everyone was fighting. I told him I would fuck him up if he wasn't a child. I smacked him, backhanded him and smacked him again in the face. Then I somehow got him kicked out of the club
- Summer, Paris' best friend from Chicago, got into an altercation with Max, Sugar's boyfriend. Max is known to have a temper. She really shouldn't have fucked with him , but she yanked his chain off his neck. He smashed her head against the table.(According to Paris and Summer, what happened was is that Max was instigating actually, kind of "harassing" Paris and then something happened and he charged at her. At this point, Summer got in the way, putting her arm up to protect Paris and that pushing Max away action, prompted him to hit her). All I know is that when we got home, Summer took everything too goddamn far and out of everyone, she's the only one I'm mad at. Oh and she thinks I need to go to AA, doesn't believe I was blacked out, thinks I watched Max hit her and did nothing about it, and that I'm condoning his behavior by still being friends with him...there's more, but I don't even want to waste my words on her.
- Summer pressed charges against Max and the police came to get him from Sugar's room (where I was asleep) in the middle of the night. The guy I had sex with, Wayne (not his real name), went with her to get him out. Apparently it took about 15 minutes and nothing further was done (don't worry, Summer decided to go back to the station once the Canadians and I left, in order to make a complaint against the police for not doing more - however, it turns out she did go to the hospital, so if I had known I would've gone to see her. I try not to be a hypocrite)
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
I'm getting bad at this
I've been on vacation twice in two weeks now, and I have tons of stories because let me tell you...they were INCREDIBLY eventful, but it's not time yet.
Maybe I'll have some time tomorrow.
The entries might be better now, because I will officially have multiple perspectives of everything that happened. I will probably put the differing stories in different colors/fonts. It's going to be great. So beware!
Maybe I'll have some time tomorrow.
The entries might be better now, because I will officially have multiple perspectives of everything that happened. I will probably put the differing stories in different colors/fonts. It's going to be great. So beware!
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