Entries from May 2006 ↓

This quote is for John to prove that I am not alone in disliking first dates at restaurants:

Contrary to popular mating-ritual practices, dinner is not the best first-date activity. Sitting at a table with someone you don’t really know can be uncomfortable, and the conversation is always the same – what do you do?, where are you from?, how long have you lived here?, blah, blah, blah – and therefore has the potential of becoming dull and tedious. Sometimes within the first five minutes, you’re blinking at the salt and pepper shakers, wondering why … you exchanged numbers. … According to my sources, the best first dates are those in which you’re doing something, so that you can see how the person interacts in a natural and spontaneous way.

The Go-Girl Guide, Julia Bourland

(Julia goes on to suggest a bike ride, a baseball game or a concert as a first date activity.)

My best first date so far was at Grumpy’s. I met the new dude there (instead of asking him to pick me up) and we drank a ridiculous amount of beer, but it was so awesomely comfortable. No food involved!

@ home,
originally uploaded by Pork-Chop.

On Friday moring my coworker Rebecca presented me with patterns for beginning beaders and I was excused early from work. I took this opportunity to visit Bobby Bead in Uptown and buy beads. By 8pm that evening I had a new daisy chain necklace! For the remainder of the weekend (and this morning since I woke up sickeningly early) I have been working on a peyote stitch bracelet. I’m hoping to finish tonight.

This is a very exciting new crafting hobby. Knitting is good, but I am only motivated to make squares or rectangles (which means I have a lot of scarves). Beading is better because I have a skin allergy to metal (nickel, I think) and I would like to wear jewelry, but almost every piece of jewelry I have contains cheap metal. No more! Soon my neck and my wrists and perhaps other parts of me will be covered with beads!

The only problem I’ve thought of since my adventure in beading began is that of having matching jewelry. I think it would be easy enough to create similar bracelets and necklaces with peyote stitch, but I’m not sure I’m girly enough to wear more than one daisy chain at a time.

Also my eyes and my fingers hate me for this new hobby, but they will just have to get used it.

Last night I did fall asleep for a while. But I also woke up! So I attended the Un-Prom at the Walker with Rebecca and Orion. I got there about an hour and a half before the show started, though, so I wandered around the museum for a bit.

The Un-Prom was super fun (short but that’s okay since everyone was standing and it was steamy hot) – music by The Battle Royale (who are totally cute in a That 70s Show kinda way) and fancy, hip people everywhere! I want to go to more fashion shows. Minneapolis fashion is so eclectic and interesting.

After the show, I decided to walk home since I could see my building from the Walker’s rooftop. It was sprinkling lightly and there was an amazing sunset. As I arrived at my apartment, there were huge grey clouds looming. As soon as I closed my door, the downpour started.

Today it took all of my strength to get out of bed. I just keep thinking: “Three. Day. Weekend.” (And actually a three day workweek next week since I’ll be headed to Vermillion next Friday!)

I wanted to adjust my air conditioner last night and realized that I have no idea if I’m turning it on to the right setting. It is up really high and I am a short girl (about 5’3″), so I reach blindly for the knob and turn something on. I took a picture of the switch for my own reference. And then I thought I’d take some additional photos of the new home, from the perspective of being about one foot tall. Because sometimes that is how I feel in my new apartment. I love it, but everything is so high up! I actually had to buy a step ladder just to reach certain things (such as cupboards over the refrigerator or the air conditioner). The tour begins with my kitchen and rotates to the left, from my “dining area”, to the “living area” to the “office area” (which is a mess and a source of shame) and back through the “dining area” towards my bedroom. But it stops at the hallway to my bedroom because I am shy. Or something.

(In this next photo you sort of see that I am watching an X-Men movie for the 3rd time this week, I am excited to see the new one this weekend.)

In other news, I attended karaoke as per usual at Legend’s last night with Jen and Rebecca. I sang a couple new songs and failed, so I sang a couple old songs and rocked as much as I could with a fragile karaoke ego. Rebecca and I also sang a duet, after much prodding on my part. She thinks she’s not good. Psssh!

So I got to bed around 2:30am and woke up at 7:30am and at first I wanted to stay in bed, but I got up, made a cup of chai, and convinced myself that leaving the apartment is a good thing.

Tonight I am considering attending the Un-Prom at the Walker, but I might fall asleep accidentally. It sounds like a cool event, though.

Tonight I may be doing some karaoke in Nordeast with Rebecca, but I am feeling so pissy these past couple weeks. Right now I want to tell everyone I quit and go lay in my bed.

I wish I could explain my problems better right now… Frustration, jealousy, discontentment, and the quarter-life crisis… I am trying to grow up but I feel like I am surrounded by juvenile behavior. I am trying to rise above but I have no motivation. I am trying to forgive and forget (well, okay, Scorpios don’t forget) but I have nothing new to distract me. I am feeling lonely, but I feel so much more sane when I’m alone.

It’s completely ridiculous. I am feeling completely ridiculous!

Anyway… What should I sing at karaoke tonight?